Little Shop of Horrors.
I don't own them..they were originally some cult film dude's in the 60s..then Alan Menken's.
Yeah.
Are you satisfied I've laughed myself to..
"DEATH!"
Seymour woke up panting, realizing he must have screamed this at the top of his lungs. No-one came down, though. Of course. Seymour had been plagued by nightmares like this for a while. It was commonplace to be screaming about death.
Especially after killing Orin Scrivello...DDS, to add a certain pizazz.
God, even though he was a sadistic creep, Seymour couldn't help but be haunted by the fact he had killed someone. He had killed Audrey's boyfriend.
And, as he thought more about it, it wasn't at all for the plant.
It was for revenge. Revenge for Orin hitting Audrey and calling her a cow and saying all those nasty, cruel-hearted things like that.
Though, it was just as cruel for Seymour to just let him die.
Shooting him would have been merciful. It would have been right, if he had really been set on killing Orin.
The really right thing to do would have been helping him.
No.
Seymour just watched as the man began to turn blue before sliding down to the floor in a graceless way. He had let it happen.
And then..he feed it to that plant.
That goddamn plant was driving him to the brink of insanity. He was going crazy, and he knew it.
Seymour ran a hand across his sweaty forehead, breath slowly becoming more regular. Slowly.
".oh, god," he mumbled, laying back down slowly. Seymour closed his eyes lightly, feeling that this was going to be a simply awful night.
Hell, the rest of his life would be awful.
The plant.
Seymour turned over once, slowly dozing off as his mind quelled any restless thoughts.
Kayy.
First LSOH fic. Hope it was okies.