You could suppose that Edward Scissorhands was a bit of a superhero, with the weird fingers and all. And because of that, he decided to go to a hero convention on in Dimmsdale which he heard about after impaling the post-man. So he ripped himself into his best body-con dominatrix outfit and scampered out the door like a teenager hearing rebellion knock at the door. Even though he was generally a pretty timid guy, Eddie was actually pretty excited about meeting other people like him and maybe through this experience Edward could even meet someone just like him! He sure was lonely up in that house just hanging out with his bush.

Outside the Dimmsdale Dimmadome (now the town's cityhall since Doug Dimmadome had become the dimmaoverlord) Eddie felt a tad overwhelmed by the extent that the dimmadone had been dimmadecked-out for the event. Quite simply, there was a whole lotta superheroes there and a whole lotta posters with a whole lotta superheroes on them. Eddie was humbled by the sight, noticing that he stuck out like a stubbed toe in his leather clad outfit, teased hair, pasty scarred skin and meek yet unsettling presence. It's a shame he didn't have eloquent social skills to justify his alternative exterior, but since they were all superheroes maybe they'd be nice to him? Eddie sure hoped they weren't the judgmental type because he was well aware of how people had reacted to him before.

Once he was inside he was disappointed to find out that no-one there was actually a superhero but just dressed up as superheroes. Eddie found this out after impaling several people. And because of just accidentally man-slaughtering 5 people, he was taken to sit away in a locked toiler cubicle to think about what he'd done. In the cellar of bowel movements he certainly did think about what he'd done. The whole day had been a whole mistake hadn't it? Edward Scissorhands shouldn't even bother doing anything at all now should he? He should just stay at home and live out his days until he's old and grody and kills himself trying to fix a power outlet. Poor Eddie, he'd really hit a low. He sat down on the toilet seat and carved away at the toilet wall, etching a picture of him being celebrated by the convention goers who now had very edgy hairstyles. He gave everyone rosy red cheeks with some red paint he found in the cubicle. After finishing his picture Edward sat back on the toilet to take in the whole picture and let out a whimpered sigh.

'Alright buddy you can go now.' An authoritative stranger grumbled from outside the cubicle as he unlocked the cubicle (they'd used a chair against the door) and ushered Edward out.

'What do you mean?' Edward asked, holding his hands close to him.

'When you have this many weirdos in one place, you need to be changing the towel every time it's used.'

Edward didn't understand, but not understanding was something he'd certainly come to understand so he wasn't bothered by not understanding.

'But I just murdered 6 people.'

'Good for you buddy.' The stranger clapped Eddie on the back and in the same gesture gave him a little push towards the bathroom door. Eddie raised a brow as he exited, being excused from manslaughter so easily. He raised his other brow when he caught the glance of the statuesque man that was being ushered towards the bathroom to replace Edward. Eddie could feel his (butt)cheeks blush and tremor as he felt the air of this man blow past him. It smelt like Australia. This man that'd caught Edward's affection was none other but Hugh Jackman dressed as the Wolverine. Turns out that to get into character, Hugh actually got steel blades surgically implanted into his knuckles and the way his body had rejected the alien appendage left him sometimes have little outbursts of insanity, being that he thought everyone was a crocodile and would try to wrestle them all. That's why he was being to taken to the poopoo police.

Eddie decided to wait outside the bathroom for Hugh to come out. And when he did, Edward made it his responsibly for their hands to 'accidentally' hit each other. The plan was executed perfectly.

'Oh sorry mate didn't see you there.' Hugh looked over to Edward, bearing a 10/10 smile. 'Hey I like the hands!'

Eddie had caught Hugh's attention, and with the boost of confidence given from being noticed by a celebrity Edward was able to carry out a very satisfying conversation with the actor. They sat in one of the empty conference rooms to get to know each other. Hugh liked Edward's simplistic perspective on everything and Edward liked the way that Hugh had a lot of money. Not to mention how Hugh made him feel in his tummy; like there were pockets of butterflies bouncing around his ribcage making him feel a little giddy.

'Y'know I'm having a party before I scallywag back to Australia to take care of various marsupials, wanna tag along?'

'Oh I do like parties, I'm very good at cutting people as well.'

'Goodonya mate.' Hugh clapped Eddie on the back and Eddie let out a lustful groan of hunger, his eyes rolling back. Hugh offered him a throat lozenge, but Eddie was thinking of something else to coat his throat and it wasn't a lemsip.