//------------------------------// // Dinner Time // Story: My Little Johnny: Fluttershy and Edward Scissorhands // by VioletRose13 //------------------------------// That night at dinner, Edward was struggling to pick up the utensils and food that were set in front of him. Fluttershy was sitting beside him on his left, still trying to figure out how to use her hands to eat. Kevin was sitting on the other side of her and staring at her, but she didn’t seem to notice. “Kevin, it’s not polite to stare, dear.” Peg whispered to her son. “Kevin, think how it would make you feel if someone were staring at you.” “I wouldn’t care.” Kevin retorted. “Well I would. So don’t do it.” Peg hissed. “So this must be quite a change for you, huh Ed?” Peg’s husband, Bill, said. “Dear, I think he prefers ‘Edward’.” Peg said. “I think so too, sir.” Fluttershy added, nodding her head. “Right. So what have you been doing with yourself up in that big old place? I bet the view must be spectacular, right Ed?” Bill went on. “It’s Edward, sir.” Fluttershy said. “Yes?” Edward asked, turning over to the girl on his left. “Hm? Oh, no. I was just, um…” Fluttershy stuttered, trying to find the right words. “See all the way to the ocean I bet, huh?” Bill asked. “Sometimes.” Edward replied shyly before turning to look back at Fluttershy who was still struggling to eat. “Do you need any help, Fluttershy?” “Oh, no. It’s okay, Edward. I think I finally got the hang of it. Thanks anyway.” She said as she picked up one of the utensils and began to eat. “Man, those things are cool.” Kevin commented as he watched Edward. “I bet they’re razor sharp. One karate chop to a guy’s neck—” “Kevin, please.” Peg ordered before she turned to Edward; Fluttershy shivered at the vile thought. “Edward? Would you like some butter for your bread?” He accepted and gently spread the butter onto his bread with the one of his fingers and not a butter knife. “Thank you.” He said before he started to eat as well. “Hey, can I bring him to Show and Tell on Monday?” Kevin asked. “Kevin, I’ve had enough.” Peg snapped. Fluttershy remained silent and awkwardly took a sip from her cup. After dinner, Edward was taken to Kim’s room where he would spend a few nights while Fluttershy slept on the sofa bed in the basement. It was quaint and a little last minute, but she didn’t mind. As she was getting ready for bed, Peg came down to see her. “Hi, Fluttershy.” She said. “Are you sure you have everything you need?” “Yes, of course, Mrs. Boggs.” Fluttershy said as she sat on the sofa bed. “Thank you so much for letting me stay here with you and your family.” “You’re very welcome, dear. I know things feel a little strange now, but I’m sure you’ll feel right at home soon. Goodnight. And sweet dreams.” “Goodnight.” Peg then went back up the stars and turned off the light, leaving Fluttershy alone. Just as she was about to lie down and fall asleep, she heard a familiar vibrating. It was the journal; Twilight was sending her another message. She picked up the book and opened it to the next page. It read: “Fluttershy? Are you okay? I told our friends about your mission and now they’re all here with me, hoping you would come back soon… especially Discord. How are you holding up?” Fluttershy then took out a pen and began to write. “Hi, Twilight. Don’t worry about me. Tell everyone that I’m fine. For the time being, I’m staying with a very nice family. There’s Mrs. Peg Boggs and her husband Bill and their son Kevin. They have a daughter named Kim, but she’s camping with some friends and she’ll be back in a few days. And you won’t believe this, but I’ve met a very strange creature while I was here. His name is Edward and he has scissor blades for fingers. Can you believe it? I’ve never seen anything like him and I’d love to get to know him more; he seems very sweet. He’s also very shy and timid, a lot like me. You know? I’m still rather curious about this whole mission I’m on and there are still lots of questions I need to find answers for. What am I doing here? What am I supposed to do? And how am I supposed to find and solve this friendship problem if I don’t even know where to begin? But I handled things worse than this; I’m sure I can figure it out. Now it’s about time for me to go to bed. Goodnight.” She put the pen away, closed the book, set it down, laid down, and curled up in bed just as she started to doze off. Little did she know that a pair of shy eyes was curiously watching her.