Frantic Fanfic Stories

Life Is A Highway/Breaking (And Entering)/Perhaps Coke?

Characters: Dankle, Danny Elfman
Writers: WhoreMad, Sakura, and Dankle
Rated All Ages

Dankle was practically covering his
ears because of the loud yelling of
the famous composer Danny Elfman. It almost felt like yesterday when he
found him on the street. Begging him
to drive him somewhere, anywhere. He told him a story about surgeons,
razors, and Tim Burton? This guy must be nuts at this point, and if
preforming live almost made the man
deaf, then his own yelling would make it much quicker.
"Would you quick yelling back there
it's getting on my nerves!" And Danny
Elfman surprisingly stopped. Strange,
that man was known for being a
chatter box of weirdness, but he also
seemed... kind? Who knows what poor things that man was subjected to. Dankle felt a deep sorrow in his
chest, thinking of the man like he
was a beaten up dog. Was he starting
to feel pity for him? Who knows.
The drive was long, and dark. The
radio only played static, that's all
Dankle had to keep himself from
accidentally driving into a tree. He
questioned the man.
"Say, Danny boy, any stories?"
The composer's face lightened up,
"OH BOY DO I Want to hear about the
time I got malaria? Or perhaps the
time a guy almost strangled me? Or
maybe-"
"Any story would do, thanks."
Danny realized that he wanted him to
get to the point.
"Well... There is one story, it all
starts when I first met Tim
Burton..."

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It was a bright summer day. I had
recently just gotten laid off of my
job as a waitor at Sonic. I was
walking on the sidewalk with a metal
bat because I was bummed out, I just
wanted to go break something. Ah! A
car! This car was just sitting in the
parking lot all alone, looked to be
abandoned. Even its liscense plate
was gone, so I just started smashing
the windows. I completely destroyed
that fucker when a man stepped out
from behind a tree...

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"Hey kid you want some fairy dust?" a
man with a red hair, and a
frightening look on his face had
offered me. I gripped my metal bat,
remembering what my teacher told me "Say no when a sussy baka man offers you fairy dust or candy". "No! Hope will prevail!" i exclaimed. I hit him in the head, as a piece of his fairy
dust had slipped onto my nose.

The sound of laughter made by
children is heard. A pinata is
infront of me. "Are you ready?" A
familiar voice behind me asked. "Yes,
Mommy" i answered. Though it was my voice, it sounded more high pitched, more childlike. And that woman, she was my Mother? I havent heard that caring voice in such a long time. A bandana of sort was wrapped in my head, covering my vision". I started swinging and swinging, trying to hit the pinata.

Joy filled my mind. People around me
clapped and encouraged me in hitting
the candy filled llama. I could feel
liquid in the ground, it smelled
metallic, contrasting the sweet candy
like smell.

Eventually sirens and screaming were
heard, contrasting the laughter and
clapping. Eveyrthing felt dizzy. It
was so hazy and i felt so tired.
Exhausted, i succumb to the pain in
my head as i fall to the floor,
hitting the ground

I was wondering why there was blood.