A/N: So if you've been reading my story "Coma Barbie", you may have known I was planning to do this. Last September, the New Zealand Opera performed the 1979 musical "Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber Of Fleet Street", the black comedy set in Victorian London about a barber who mutilates his clients, while his neighbour uses their flesh as filling for her pies, which go from being the worst in the city to the best. And I started thinking about Total Drama. So I decided to do my own version, a bit modernised of course, and with the backstory more pronounced.

Plot: A young barber is arrested and deported for a crime he didn't commit. When a friendly younger sailor brings him back to his town several years later, he assumes a new identity and a name to match his pessimistic views. He joins forces with a quiet baker, and proceeds to plan revenge on the judge who sentenced him and his accomplices, as well as formulate a way to reunite with his daughter...oh, yeah, also, pairings are Zoke, Gidgette, possible Camlett (Scaron?) and Marlett. Oh, and some very one-sided Alebridge.

Disclaimer: I own nothing from Total Drama – that goes to Fresh TV. I own nothing from "Sweeney Todd" - that goes to Stephen Sondheim and whoever wrote the original 1850 serial "A String Of Pearls" that inspired the musical.

For the record, you do not have to have seen the musical or Tim Burton's 2007 movie adaptation to read this, especially the twist.

Now enjoy!

"She's so...beautiful..."

Mike thought that when he lifted his wife's veil and kissed her in front of the church, he would never be happier. But looking down at the baby girl, his baby, sleeping in Zoey's arms was just about the only thing that could top it. He and Zoey had only been married for a year, and they were still young – only twenty. But they'd known since they'd met at sixteen, that they belonged together.

"She's very pretty." Zoey agreed. She was still exhausted from childbirth, but not enough that she couldn't smile up at her husband. "I can see where she got her looks from."

Mike laughed. "You're teasing. She's probably going to grow up to look just like you."

Zoey giggled, but didn't argue further. "What should we call her?" she wondered out loud. "I thought of so many names, but none of them seem right. I want her name to be unusual – unique, like her – but I don't want her to get teased."

Mike paused, thinking. "What about a name that sounds everyday, but with an unusual twist?" he suggested.

Zoey gave a gasp. "I know! The name just came to me. What do you think of the name 'Bridgette'? You know, with an ette instead of an et, like in French?"

As they spoke, the little girl opened her eyes, blinking at her parents.

Mike smiled back at Zoey. "I think it's perfect." He reached out to cradle the little girl, all while letting Zoey keep hold of her. "I promise, we will always be there for you, Bridgette."

And for two years, Mike was able to keep his promise. Bridgette grew into a sweet-natured toddler, her originally baby blue eyes turning a light green, with thick fair hair fast growing, very like Zoey's before she had dyed it blood red.

Life seemed perfect. They only had a small flat, but it was enough for everyone. Mike also worked at a hair salon, and most people said he was the best. It wasn't just that he was able to follow the clients' instructions to the letter, whether it was their facial hair or head hair. It was his friendly attitude. He could spend as long as he had to chatting away to the customers, and they enjoyed having something to focus on during such a tedious task of having their hair done.

Zoey, meanwhile, had to stay home and look after Bridgette, but she didn't mind Mike earning the money. She was simply proud of him, and claimed that she didn't mind being a housewife, because domestic chores was something she was actually good at (she especially came into her own when sewing, making most of her and Bridgette's clothes from scratch when she had spare time, which increased as her daughter got older).

During the evenings when they were all home, the small family was never happier. Their idyllic life was perfect.

Maybe that's why it had to end so suddenly.

On a night like any other, there came a knock on the door. Zoey answered, and was surprised to find two policewomen on the doorstep.

"Good evening." said the African-Canadian woman. "Is your husband in?"

"Yes." Zoey said uneasily. "What's happened?"

"We're not exactly sure yet." the woman said. "We've just been asked to take him into custody."

But as it was clear, Mike had no idea what he was being accused of either. Even his trial, which took place a week later, didn't make it clear. Nevertheless, the jury, headed by a man named Scott, declared Mike guilty of whatever it was.

"I sentence you to a lifetime exile in the Australian deserts." the Judge, a man barely older than Mike by the name of Alejandro Burromuerto, said. "Case dismissed."

Zoey never even got a chance to say goodbye. The last glimpse they ever got of each other was in that courtroom. As Mike was led away, he managed to turn just enough to see Zoey in the gallery and call "Tell Bridgette about me! Don't let her forget! I love you!"

Zoey could only cry as she mouthed the same three words to him. She'd known the jury had been unfair and unreasonable. But there was nothing she could do about it.

As she stood there, she suddenly heard a voice beside her. "This is going to lead to terrible things..."

Zoey looked over to see another woman, possibly younger than her with fair hair and pale eyes, looking scared and shaken.

"What kind of things?" the redhead asked.

The blonde glanced up at her. "I can only see a few things. A girl locked in a tower...a macabre bakery in ways too horrifying to explain...and I can see blood. The future is full of blood and death."

Zoey slowly backed away from the girl, not sure if what she was saying was truly what she thought was going to happen.

"I have one more word of advice for you." the girl suddenly said, making eye contact with Zoey. "Be careful of who you trust."

Outside the courtroom, a member of the jury was waiting outside. The man named Scott, who had claimed Mike guilty. But he gave Zoey a sympathetic look as she left the courtroom. "Rough day?" he asked. "Seeing your husband get carted off. I'm sorry, but justice had to be served."

"I still don't understand it..." Zoey murmured. She still believed in Mike's innocence, and she always would, no matter what.

"Tell you what." Scott said, a rather sly smile on his face. "You seem like you need something to take your mind off it. Would you like to accompany me to a gathering this evening?"

Zoey gave him a suspicious look, and he quickly added "No strings attached. You don't have to stay for long if you don't have fun."

"Well..." Zoey said slowly, "I suppose I could leave Bridgette with a babysitter for a couple of hours..."

And that's when her fate was sealed.

Yeah, I'm starting this way before the story began. I don't think the story ever mentioned what the conviction was. Obviously, making this story modern means that Mike is a hairdresser – but it doesn't mean he doesn't have access to some kind of razors. Also, yes, Scott is Beadle Bamford, and Alejandro is Judge Turpin. And yes, I made Bridgette Mike and Zoey's daughter. Any guesses about who the rest of the characters will be? Oh yes...one more thing. Mike does not have MPD in this story. Instead, his personalities come into play differently...