Hello again! I finished this up earlier today and have decided to post it! This is Poor Thing in Sweeney's POV and needless to say I do not own Sweeney Todd or Poor Thing.
Enjoy!
You got a room over the shop, haven't you? If times are so hard, why don't you rent it out?
If you get the hint.
People think it's haunted.
What people? Do you actually have friends or visitors?
Haunted?
I ain't afraid of no ghost!
Yeah. And who's to say they're wrong?
Me. It's not haunted. Can I have the room now?
You see, years ago something happened up here. Something not very nice.
Yeah, TELL ME about it!
There was a barber and his wife.
Oh good! Story time!
And he was beautiful...
This story would be better if you had said she...
A proper artist with a knife,
An artist with a knife? What, did he artfully slice people?
but they transported him for life.
Hmm, this sounds familiar...
And he was beautiful...
Really think you should change it to she...
Barker his name was.
Wait a minute...
Benjamin Barker.
Woah What a twist! That's me!
What was his crime?
I mean mine? What badass criminal act do you think I did?
Foolishness...
Well, that's not very badass…
He had this wife, ya see.
Lucy! Speaking of which, where is she?
Pretty little thing,
Very pretty. Are you hiding her?
silly little nit.
Hey, I heard that!
Had her chance for the moon on a string...
So, like a moon yo-yo?
Poor thing!
We weren't poor!
Poor thing!
I could've bought her a moon yo-yo if she had mentioned!
There was this judge, ya see...
Probably the one I'd like to murder.
Wanted her like mad!
Even if it's not, I'll kill him anyway.
Every day he sent her a flower
A flower? Singular? What a cheapskate!
But did she come down from her tower?
She better not! Just because I was unjustly incarcerated-the nerve!
Sat up there and sulked by the hour
That's what I'm gonna do! What weird, coincidental foreshadowing!
Poor fool!
She wasn't a fool!
Ah, but there was worse yet to come
There's more? My own life story is depressing me...
Poor thing!
She wasn't poor, woman!
Well, Beadle calls on her all polite
I'm not sure we have telephones yet...
Poor thing!
I'd feel bad if he wanted to talk to me too.
Poor thing!
She talked to him didn't she? Poor thing indeed.
The judge, he tells her, is all contrite.
For sending me to Australia? It's cool, there were kangaroos!
He blames himself for her dreadful plight.
Oh it's all about her and not her non-guilty husband? Lame!
She must come straight to his house tonight!
Sounds like a booty call to me!
Poor thing!
Yes everyone is worried about her...
Poor thing!
But what about me?!
Of course when she goes there...
She gets shipped to Australia? Oh wait that was me.
Poor thing!
I'm killing all you people for not missing me.
Poor thing!
All. Of. You.
They're having this ball all in masks.
Masquerade party?
There's no one she knows there!
That's because they're all in masks!
Poor dear!
Poor dear? She was at a party!
Poor thing!
Meanwhile, I was getting whipped. And not in a good way!
She wanders, tormented and drinks!
Probably champagne. That stuff is tasty!
Poor thing!
Poor people don't go to balls and drink champagne!
The judge has repented, she thinks.
And he really doesn't right? This story is so predictable.
Poor thing!
She just couldn't have an unpredictable life, could she?
"Oh where is Judge Turpin?" she asks...
Knew it was the same judge! Two birds with one stone it seems...
He was there, alright!
Well, generally I don't throw a house party and then leave saying "don't steal anything!"
Only not so contrite!
Because only decent people would feel bad for sending an innocent man to prison so he could bang his wife.
She wasn't no match for such craft, ya see.
He was pretty tricky, telling her to come to his house and all; it clearly didn't appear to be a trap.
And everyone thought it so drôle.
Yes because it's hilarious to trap a woman in a house, not a rapist's habit at all.
They figured she had to be daft, ya see.
So if she isn't the sharpest razor in the set, it's ok?!
So all of them stood there and laughed, ya see!
You're being emotional scarred right now; let us laugh at your misfortune!
Poor soul!
Her soul is fine. Mine, on the other hand, could do with a hug.
Poor thing!
NO!
SHE. WAS. NOT. POOR.
Would no one have mercy on her?
Anyone step forth and show their morality? No?
So it is you. Benjamin Barker.
Yes, I used to live here. I want my room back.
No! Not Barker. That man is dead. It's Todd now – Sweeney Todd. And he will have his revenge.
It is I, Benji-damn-Sweeney Todd! And I shall avenge my beloved wife! Oh, and kill a lot of people before I get to that. Nobody's perfect ok?
So how was it? Please drop a review with your thoughts and thank you so much for reading! :) I love you all!