From the hyperactive mind that brought you “The Phantomization of Broadway” comes a story of when two worlds (or more than two) collide. What horrors (or hysteria) lies in store? Ooh, feel the tension…

Disclaimer: I own neither Edward Scissorhands or The Phantom of the Opera, or any other characters mentioned in here. Oh well…

As Erik continued to question his sanity and his existence as he left the Opera Populaire, he walked on till he reached a mysterious mansion on the hill. It was his style. Dark, gloomy, and in on odd location.

As he stepped into the mansion, he saw a … something… making ice sculptures. “”That’s why it was snowing…” he thought. He decided to see who was making those works of art. He then jumped at the sight in front of him, a man with scissors for hands. “Cool!”, he thought. We’ll this person, or robot, or whatever, must have noticed him. “Hello?”

“Yo, wazzup?”, replied the man in front of him. “I’m Edward Scissorhands.”

“I’m Erik, also known as the phantom of the opera, the opera ghost, the devil’s child, red death, and the angel of music.” He sighed heavily as he finished going down his list of nicknames.

“Ya’ll can call me Eddie if ya’ll like.” Said Edward with hillbilly-ish air.

“Nice southern accent.”

“Thank you. I love to fake accents. They’re fun.”

“I’m more of a music of the night writer, myself.”

“At least you can write…”he grimaced as he lifted his hands.

If you would like to know what happens next, please review. I remain your obedient servant.

Nordygirl

P.S. If you are curious as to what happen next, it involves Quasimodo from the Hunchback of Notre Dame and Gollum from The Lord of the Rings. Until then, Adios, amigos!