Tim Burton Character Parent Scenarios

They Take You To A Musical

Jack Skellington

Jack walked into your room with a wide grin on his face. "Guess what, Y/N?" he asked, unable to contain his excitement. "Yeah, Dad? What is it?" you asked, eager to know what he was so happy about. "Close your eyes and hold out your hands, my Prince/Princess!" You did so, and soon felt something light as a feather placed in your hand. You opened your eyes, which soon grew big as you read the name on the ticket.

"H-Hamilton?!" you asked, tears of happiness sparkling in your E/C eyes. "How did you ever afford these, Dad?!" Jack smiled. A king does any and everything for his heir." Jack replied. "By the way, look at the date." You looked, and you smiled so happily your face hurt.

"Hop in the car, Y/N! Time is short!" Jack called from outside a few minutes later. You put the tickets in your pocket and rushed out the door. After a long car ride, you finally arrived at the theater. You took your seats, and waited anxiously for the opening notes. As the show progressed, you were drawn in more and more. You felt your heart sink like a stone as the last song ended, and were among the first to stand up and applaud.

As you and Jack walked out of the theater, Jack patted your head. "How did you like, it, my Prince/Princess?" he asked. You smiled back. "I'm satisfied."

Edward Scissorhands

As you sat in the theater waiting for the show to start, you checked to see if you brought everything you needed. Tissues: check. Heart: full of love. Tears: ready to fall. As the Les Miserables Overture started, you leaned your head on your father's shoulder. "Thank you, Daddy..." you whispered.

"Anything to make you happy, Snowflake." Edward whispered back.  As the final battle raged on, you and Edward gripped each other tightly in horror as your favorite characters were shot down. Your tears finally fell as "Empty Chairs At Empty Tables" came to a close. You and Edward were so deeply drawn in, you felt a surge of overwhelming emotion as everyone sang the final notes of the Finale. Out of everyone in the theater, you and Edward clapped loudest and longest. As you walked out of the theater, you wrapped Edward in a tight hug.

"That was amazing, Daddy!" Edward hugged you back. "I'm so happy you liked it, Y/N." As you looked into each other's eyes, your smile slightly faded. "A shame it had to end so sadly..." you said. "I liked Valjean. I hated when he died in the end. And Eponine should have confessed before Marius met Cosette, then Eponine would finally be with her love!"

You kept ranting about the sad bits before Edward gently patted your head. "Well, it was pretty sad, but there were some happy parts too!" You smiled warmly at Edward. "I suppose you're right. C'mon, let's go home."

~Two weeks later~

"Master of the House! Quick to catch your eye! Never wants a passerby to pass him by!" You wouldn't stop prancing around the house singing that song. Of course, it was so catchy, Edward couldn't help but sing along. But eventually, it got kind of annoying.

~A month later~

"Master of the House! Doling out the charm! Ready with a-"

"Pipe down, Chorus Boy/Girl! It's the middle of the night!"

"Sorry, Daddy!"

Beetlejuice

F/VG= Favorite Videogame

"Y/N! Y/N! Guess what?!" Beetlejuice burst excitedly into your room. "Papa, get outta my room! I'm playing F/VG!" you grumbled. "We're going to a show, Y/N!" your father cheered, showing you the tickets. Your eyes literally popped out of your head when you saw the title. "Isn't it great, Bucko/Toots?! I HAVE MY OWN MUSICAL!!!" Beetlejuice said.

"Y-Yeah, that's great and all, Papa, but could you HELP ME FIND MY EYES?!" you replied, your hands feeling frantically around the room. Beetlejuice popped your E/C eyes back in and swung you around in a hug. "We're going today! Like, Right now!" your father squealed happily. "W-Wait, wha-" you started before you found yourself in the car and on the way to the theater in a second. Out of everyone in the theater, nobody was more excited than Beetlejuice. You had some good laughs, some feels-y moments, but nevertheless, you both loved it.

Sweeney Todd

"F-Father.....What in God's holy name are you wearing?!" you asked Sweeney, who was decked out in a swirling black cape and a white half mask adorning his face. "We're going to see Phantom of the Opera, Y/N." Sweeney replied. Your eyes lit up. "Really?! Oh my gosh!" you exclaimed. "When are we leaving?" you asked Sweeney eagerly. Sweeney's face broke out in a smile.

You let the realization sink in. "W.....We're going right now, aren't we?!" you said, your voice rising in excitement. "Not until you get all dressed up!" Sweeney replied, leading you to your room and taking out a clothes bag. "Hope it fits!" he said before closing your door and leaving you alone.

~Time Skip~

"Oh Son/Dear, you look quite handsome/beautiful!" Sweeney said, admiring your white suit/dress with silver sequins. "How do I look, Father?" you asked. Sweeney smiled. "Like a regular Christian/Christine Daae, my boy/girl." he replied. "Well, let's go!" you said, hurrying to the carriage. Within a few moments, you were on your way to the theater.

You were seated in one of the boxes overlooking the stage, so you each had a pair of opera glasses. As the show started, you couldn't contain your excitement. Every time the Phantom sang, it was like his voice was reaching into your very soul, casting a spell on you. You weren't expecting to shed a few tears in the end, but you just went with it. The story drew you in, and you couldn't help but sympathize with the Phantom. In a way, he was just like you.

As the final scene ended, you and your father stood up, applauding long and hard. "What'd you think, my Son/Dear?" Sweeney asked as you got into the carriage. You smiled, your eyes still sparkling from previous tears. "It was amazing, Father." When you got home, you both immediately started singing the Phantom of the Opera theme. As you were vocalizing near the end, Sweeney's eyes widened in amazement as you sang higher and higher notes.

As you were nearing that final note, Sweeney stood up. "Sing, my Angel of Music!" he said dramatically. "SING FOR ME!!!" He reached out a hand, which dropped in awe as you perfectly hit the high E. "Well, I'll be..." Sweeney whispered. Your mouth hung open and your eyes were wide as your hand lightly touched your throat.

"I.....I didn't know I could do that...!"