Tim Burton Character Parent Scenarios

You Get Sick

You're 13 in this chapter

F/S=favorite soup

Jack Skellington

Having inherited your dad's immense curiosity even though you weren't biologically father and son/daughter, you were always wondering about one thing or another. Today, it was the town's stash of assorted candy and treats for Halloween. You were home alone at the time, and decided to go looking for it. Not surprisingly, you found the candy in a secret closet in Jack's room. The second you opened the door, you were buried in an avalanche of chocolate, taffy, licorice, lollipops, and candy corn. Your E/C eyes widened and sparkled at the sight of all that candy.

You'd never seen such a quantity of it in your whole life. You quite literally dove into the mountain of sweetness and set about cramming so much into your mouth that your cheeks bulged. After a while,  you heard the doorknob turning, and you frantically shoved the remaining candy back into the closet, bolted into your room, picked up a random book, and laid back in your coffin bed right when your father opened your door. "Hello, Y/N. Did you behave while I was gone, my Prince/Princess?" Not looking up from your book, you opened your mouth to reply, but instead of words, you vomited all over the floor. "Y-Y/N?! What happened, honey?! Did you-" He paused, kneeling down to your height.

He put a finger under your chin and lifted your face so you two locked eyes. "Y/N," He said sternly. "Did you get into the candy I put away SPECIFICALLY for Halloween?" You shoved Jack's hand away from your face seconds before you barfed on the floor again. Jack stood up to his full height, towering over you, his arms folded across his chest. "I'll take that as a yes, Y/N." He said quietly, a look of disappointment on his face.

You looked up at him, your face flushed and sweaty. Almost immediately, Jack's face softened up. "Oh, Y/N...It's all right. I forgive you. Now, go wash your mouth out. I'll take care of..um...that." Jack said, flicking his head toward the multicolored puddle on the floor. "Okay, Dad." You said, walking to the bathroom.

Edward Scissorhands

You woke up at about 2 in the morning with an excruciating headache and practically drowning in sweat. Your pained moans soon woke Edward up. He opened your door to find you curled up in a ball, tangled in sheets and clutching your head. "Y/N, you okay, Snowflake?" Edward asked gently. You turned to face your father, tears spilling down your cheeks. "D-Daddy....M-My head hurts so much..." You said softly.

Edward pulled you into a hug and you buried your face in the soft leather of his outfit, trying to make the headache less painful, which caused Edward to groan in sadness. It broke his heart to see you in so much pain. "Y/N...Look at me, Snowflake." Edward said, lifting your face up. Feeling your forehead, his eyes widened. "Y/N, stay right here." Edward whispered, laying you back into bed. After a few minutes, he came back into your room with an ice pack wrapped in a towel, some F/S, a bottle of medicine with a spoon, and a set of cool pj's.

After you changed and got back into bed, Edward laid the ice pack across your forehead and put the F/S on your nightstand. "You're running a fever, which means you're sick, which means you'll be staying in bed for a while. Okay, Snowflake?" Edward asked. "Okay, Daddy." Edward smiled and told you to sit up. As you did so, he filled up a spoon with some of the medicine. "What's it taste like, Daddy?" You asked nervously.

You hated medicine. "J-Just bear with it, Snowflake." Edward said before putting the spoon in your mouth and tipping the medicine down your throat. You coughed for a little bit because of the taste. "How was it, Y/N?" He said softly. "Tastes like sh*t, Daddy." You said grumpily. "Y-Y/N!!!" Edward quietly screamed.

"D-Don't say that, Snowflake!" "Fine..." You grumbled into your pillow. "Keep in mind you'll be taking that until you get better." Edward said before kissing your cheek and closing your door to let you get some sleep. 

Beetlejuice

"Papaaaaa....." You grumbled from your bedroom for the third time in a row. Beetlejuice walked in, tired and with a bad case of bedhead. "Whaddaya want, Bucko/Toots...? How's a guy like me supposed to get any sleep with you callin' my name?" He groaned sleepily. "I'm really hot...can you feel my forehead?" You asked. "Sure, sure. If it means we can just go to sleep after this..." Beetlejuice said, putting a hand on your forehead. "Jeez, Y/N! You're burning up!" He exclaimed, suddenly snapping awake.

He immediately rushed out of the room, and soon came back with a damp cloth. "J-Just try to get some sleep, okay, Bucko/Toots?" Beetlejuice said. "Okay, Papa..." You mumbled sleepily, your E/C eyes drooping. "Get well soon, Y/N."

Sweeney Todd

You were watching intently as your father smoothly positioned the straight razor just below someone's throat. You were feeling a bit strange that day, and your father often mentioned how pale you looked. You didn't give it any thought, though. Sweeney gave you a devious smirk as he prepared to deliver the slice. You smiled uneasily, your stomach suddenly starting to act up. When the razor sliced open the man's throat, blood started spraying everywhere, and you could clearly see the voice box.

You suddenly clapped a hand over your mouth, your eyes widening. Sweeney turned to look at you. "Y/N? Are you alright, Son/Dear?" He asked worriedly. You couldn't answer. You fell on your hands and knees and vomited all over the floor. "Y-Y/N!" Sweeney said, surprised.

He knelt down and rubbed your back while you caught your breath. "What was that all about, Son/Dear? You've never acted like this before." Sweeney said gently. "I...I'm sick, Father..." You groaned, wiping your mouth and shakily getting to your feet. You swayed a little, then passed out and started to fall backward, but Sweeney caught you and took you to your room. While you were resting, he made some F/S and went to the doctor for some medicine.