Okay, since this is my very first story, please don't bite my head off. I hope you enjoy it, because I'm sure I'll enjoy writing it. I know this chapter is very short, but since it's pretty much the Prologue, not to worry, my others will be longer. Way longer.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Nothing at all (except the story-line).
"Don't worry, dearie, I'll be right back!" shouted Mrs. Lovett over the shrieking wind of the blizzard. She pulled on her coat, bustling as always, and headed out the door. Toby wondered what on earth was so important in this weather. No one in their right mind— then again, Mrs Lovett wasn't exactly in her right mind.
The boy turned away, and inhaled the aroma of almost-ready pies. He should be turning them off about now. Toby glanced around. Nobody was looking. Mrs Lovett was out, and Mr Todd upstairs, so who was to stop him? Not even bothering to let it cool, he reached in and grabbed a pie with his tongs, sinking his teeth deep into it. It was delicious.
The day was cold and stormy; it wouldn't be busy. Toby knew from experience that customers would not show up on a day like this. He lowered himself onto a chair, and turned his head towards the wood burning stove. So nice, so warm. He was just beginning to doze when he heard a noise from outside.
He moved tentatively towards the door. His hand left more markings in the dust as he turned the handle. Pushing the thing open, he was greeted with a gust of wind and a high-pitched yelp. There on the doorstep was a girl, shivering. There was no telling what color her hair was, it was so coated with grime, and her filthy dress was torn down the middle. All the way down.
Toby turned scarlet. Raising his face to look up the stairs, he shouted, "Mr T! There's a girl on the doorstep! I think she needs our help."