A/N: The story will get funnier as the chapters go by. And more M rated, as well.

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This was the third time she'd been taken to the film. Sweeney Todd. It was mostly everyone else's wanting to see the movie (yeah right). Only a few of them came at a time, you see, and there was always another one waiting for the next week to go see it. She saw it on opening night, then Anna, Peter, and David had come along. So, she dragged all of them along this time. Kathleen and Saphora were the ones seeing it for the first time. Peter, David, Anna, and Sofia (our girl) had already seen it at least once.

They entered the theater a little more than fifteen minutes before the movie would start (really, that meant when the credits started.). Sofia was listening to her iPod. They bought snacks, then went to go sit in the theater.

"Sof, turn it off."

"No!" She said back, hissing. She listened to her iPod (which was playing Sweeney Todd songs, anyway) though the whole movie.

A while later, when it was on the final scene, right as Lucy was singing "Beadle, dear Beadle, Beadle deedle deedle deedle deedle dumpling, etc…" she got the strangest feeling in her gut. Like wanting to retch, only sweeter. Like digesting a bad piece of chicken, or something. She reached over to David, who was sitting to her right. He looked over at her.

"Sofie, you ok? You wanna go to the bathroom and puke?"

"David, grab onto Kathleen. Tell her to grab onto Peter and to tell Peter to grab Anna." Sofie grabbed Saphora. David spoke quickly. Whatever gut instinct she had usually worked out in the end, and David believed she had something going. Oh, her mom wasn't going to like this. Then, whatever pain was inside her exploded, and her eyes went black. She didn't pass out, oh no, her vision just went black. She heard everyone else. They had made it…to where ever they were. Her iPod had stopped playing. She groped around in her pocket, and switched it off of Hold. It was the only light in the whole place there was a yelp to her right. One of the other girls had jumped at the sudden light.

"It's just my iPod. Wait a second while I put some music on."

"How can you just-" David stopped. As soon as she had pressed play the world around them began to…move. Color rushed into the scene around them. They were in the basement, and they heard Mrs. Lovett opening the big metal door. Everyone scattered to hide, and left Kathleen standing in her big sunglasses and blue tights in the middle of the room. Right before Sofia left her side, she whispered

"Don't let her near the bodies. The Judge is still alive and she'll scream. Don't. Let. Her. Scream." Then she went to hide somewhere behind the door. Mrs. Lovett came in and jumped.

"Goodness, deary, you scared me half to death. What're you doin' down here?"

"What? Where are you, Ms.?" Kathleen was playing blind. That girl was so smart.

"I'm right here. Can't you see me? How'd you get down here?"

"I'm sorry, M'am. I'm blind. I can't see a thing. Keep talking, I'll find you."

"Oh, you poor girl, but how'd you get down here? I locked the door, always keep it locked, infact. Keep going, a little to the left."

"Ah," Kathy said, reaching out and finding the sleeve of her dress. "I heard water, and then my mother threw me out of a boat, I think. I believe we were looking for my dog in the sewer."

"Darling, you really shouldn't-" She stopped, for another body was falling through the trap door. Kathleen, playing a rather good blind girl with her huge shades, turned toward the sound.

"Ack! What was that sound?"

"Nothing, dear." Mrs. Lovett said, turning her. She was now trying to keep her away from the bodies. "And what about those funny clothes?"

"A party. My dog ran from a costume party. I don't really know what I look like-"

"It's fine dear, it's fine." Of course her clothes were funny. Kathy was the most rebellious person Sofie knew, and she knew how to show it. "I think you should really leave, now. You're in a very bad place for a little blind girl." She was slowly pulling Kathy towards the oven. I saw Peter. He had picked up a knife from the ground. It looked like they chopped people up with it. It was perfect. Kathy was facing me. I motioned to turn Mrs. Lovett just enough so that Peter would have a straight shot at her. She moved toward the door a little, so that Mrs. Lovett's back was to Peter, but she didn't notice as she was pulling her.

"Ms. I rather like the feel of your voice. You seem like such a kind woman. Oh!" She began to get a little louder to muffle Peter's footsteps. "My hand! It hurts like someone's put a knife in it after dipping it in hell's own fire!" By then, Peter was behind her. He cut through her neck in one swift motion. Her body fell, and as it hit the floor the head rolled.

"Don't let the blood get on the dress! Now hurry! Make sure the other bodies don't bleed too much on the clothes. I have a feeling this is the only chance we'll have to get clothes that fit in. Good job, Kathy. Nice acting. Don't feel bad, Pete, you can't even see the blood on your hands. You're black." He looked over at her.

"I killed someone."

"She would have killed us, too. Shut up and move the bodies." There were five bodies. Three women and two men. We were short one.

"We're going to have to leave someone out, any volunteers?" Anna asked, a little nervous, as David began stripping the corpses of their clothes.

When no one stepped up, Sofie suggested

"We might be able to hide Kathleen under somebody's skirts... Wait a damn minute..." She had remembered the rest of the movie. Toby was in the sewer, but he could hear them. She said nothing, but told David to stop stripping the corpses. They would need them to be clothed a little longer. "Scream, someone scream. Strip Mrs. Lovett. Hurry, wait, scream after I change." Sofia slipped the dress on. David and Peter were eying the naked (headless) body. "Oh put it in the corner with it's head. We need to convince Mr. Todd he loves us or none of us will get out of here alive."

No one knew exactly where Sofie was going with this, but the ones who had seen the movie were a bit apprehensive. They didn't want to die, after all.

"How are we going to do that? We aren't even supposed to be in the plot!" Kathleen said as she inspected a body.

She leaned over to Saphora, whispering "No bulge..." at this Saphora burst out laughing, but was quickly shut up when David whacked her with a foot.

"SHIT, DAVID." She spoke loudly, but was careful not to yell. If they didn't hurry, Sweeney might leave, or Anthony might come back... Sofie was changing as fast as she could. Once she got the dress on, she asked.
"Ok, now what?" Everyone turned to Sofie, except for Kathy, who was nudging the meat grinder with the foot David had chucked at Saphora. "Great, so I've got to get something. I'll wing it. Everyone hide, someone scream. Someone with a nice set of lungs." Sofia stood in the middle of the room, poofing out her dress and trying to get some of the blood off.

Anna glanced around before nearly jumping on Saphora's foot.

"MMMGRRLLMPPH!" Saphora grunted in pain. After a second she hissed "Okay! Okay! I'll scream! You didn't have to break my foot!"

"Oh...sorry." Anna was obviously unremorseful as she pushed her forward.

A rather strangled scream came from Saphora, as though she feared what it would bring, which she did. There was a pause of motion from above, then a thump thump thumping as though someone were walking down stairs. Sweeney had heard her. Sofie was ready. The door opened.
"Who are you?" He asked, a razor in one hand. He stepped forward. The razor glinted. She didn't move.
"Mrs. Lovett is dead."
"You killed her then?" He advanced further. Sofie was near trembling, now, but she didn't show it at all.
"Yes. I'm sorry, she wasn't going to tell you. Y-you had to know."
"Know what?" He was nearly ontop of her, now, the razor was raised slightly.
"She's your wife. And that's your daughter." Sofie pointed at two of the dead bodies; the body of the old beggar woman and the young boy (who was really a girl). She flinched, as though he might just kill her out of pure grief or as though he might think it was her fault for one reason or another. He didn't. He fell to his knees, as though the weight of the truth was pushing him down.

"No," He wiped the hair out of the old woman's face. It was she. "Lucy, what have I done?" He sobbed into the dead body. Sofie pulled the sewer lid off, and pulled Toby up by his hair. Todd turned.

"Toby..." He looked at the boy as he spat the word out. Anna and Peter gasped inaudibly from their hiding places.

"Not by the hair! Ohhh Sof, don't get Toby killed!" thought Anna. She, like Sofie, adored Toby. So did Peter, not that he would let on to that, though. Kathleen and Saphora gripped the sides of Anna's pants. David was thinking about how many of them would live if Mr. Todd did decide too get violent, for he was rather good at probability.

The odds did not seem in their favor.

"Mr. Todd, wait, MR. TODD." The man was standing now. The boy trembled. Sweeney Todd pulled out a razor. Sofie dropped the boy to the floor. Being able to do little more, Toby stood, and held onto Sofia's hand.

"Oh, how good you feel, in my hand my friend." He whispered to the razor as he raised his hand.

"Oh, Mr. Todd, please don't. We just need his clothes."

"He can't live. He must die. He knows far too much. He'd most surely tell on us."

"We could silence him some how. Keep him drunk perhaps. Besides, I know more." He turned on her.

"Oh do you? Then you wish to die?" He pushed the blade into her neck until her skin threatened to break.

"Fine." She whispered as a tear fell from her cheek onto Toby's hand, which was still clutching onto her's. Mr. Todd was so fast, if you blinked you'd missed it. Toby lay dead on the cold floor in two seconds. Several more tears slipped down Sofie's cheeks. One landed on the boy.