Frantic Fanfic Stories

Edward X Danny 💖🔪🌸⛓🥀

Characters: Danny Elfman, Edward Scissorhands
Writers: Sakura, WhoreMad and Polkka
Rated All Ages

Danny grabbed Edward's long razor
sharp fingers. He held one tight in
his hand. How could he have fallen in
love with someone who physically
can't him back? Edward gently moved
the one digit out of Danny's hand.
Danny looked up at Edward, puppy dog eyes apparent.

Edward sighed and said "D-Danny....
we have... known each other for
sometime and----- I. I think I feel
tingly when I am around you.... Is
this love???? Is this love feels
like,,?".

Danny looked at the man before him
and quickly wrapped his arms around
his slender figure. He held on as
tightly as possible, he didn't want
to let go. Tears came to his eyes at
the fact that the person he loved,
might love him back in the same way.

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The screen cut to black as Tim Burton
backed away from the screen,
scratching his dandruff filled hair.
If it wasn't for his skinny figure he
would be mistaken for a neck beard.
"Well... What do you think?"
Danny Elfman has been trapped in
Tin's basement for as long as he
could remember, only allowed out to
work on Oingo Boingo. As time went by he started to lose his love for
writing his own music, what is there
to write if he was going to be stuck
back here? It was quite lonely there,
it almost feels like yesterday Danny
was done writing Dead Man's Party,
being approached by the young man
looking for someone to score his
film. It was fun writing for the
Peewee Herman movie! It felt like
something new! Till he eventually got
trapped by the Burton.
His loneliness would soon fade once another young man got thrown in the basement, a wide eyed actor, Johnny Depp. The man who played the man with scissors for hands. Unfortunately
he's more like Burton's makeup doll.
There was nothing these men could, or would do. They've tried, but...
Burton is such a widely respected
director. Why must he make them play his awful game?
"Hmm... Not appealing enough? Fine
then, grab someone else, we'll redo
the movie." He turned to the two,
Danny rattling in his bones, but not
in the classic Oingo Boingo way.
Johnny was huddled in the corner,
make up running down his face along
with tears.
"Depp, come with me, Danny on the
other hand... To the chicken coop."
Danny's yodeling screams could be
heard as he tried to run away, but as
one knows, no one escapes Burton...
It felt like faceless surgeons armed
with razors were starting to cut out
Danny's imagination, just like that
song he wrote... Controller....

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Suddenly a familiar song played in
the distance. Gratitude. Ah yes, the
day his ex floated away towards
another girl. She floated around him.
"Cum penis cock boobs tits nipples
ass" She whispered to him before
dissapeawing

"That's it!" He thought to himself.
All he needed to do was talking in a
cursed language. Tim Burton's skinny
bootleg twink fucking ass walked in
the basement. He forgot his glove in
here. Danny Elfman looked at him in
the eye and said "UWU DADDY". As he
said that, Tim Farton dissapeared
into thin, green air. Finally, he was
free at last. He walked out the door
and spongebob congralated him with a free head.

The End
go home you nasty creature