The door slowly creaked open, a face gradually emerging. A nose. Two eyes framed in glasses. A mouth with pulled down lips. "Ops…" came from between the lips.
Only a few of the figures in the room raised their heads to see who was opening the long-ago shut door.
The rusty hinges squeaked the rest of the way open as the girl the group vaguely recognized came into view from the bright hallway lights.
"Wahey you guys! Uh…long time no see!"
Mrs. Lovett pushed her curls out of her eyes at the sudden new presence in the room and Toby lifted himself up from the ground where he was sitting pushing around a dead bug. The Judge had the same smug look he always had on as he took his eyes off of Johanna to change his view for the first time in almost a year. Johanna and Anthony were still sitting beside each other, holding each other's hands and leaning their heads on each other while they slept. The light had awoken them and they both rubbed their eyes and stretched. Sweeney was still hidden in the shadows he seemed to create himself and kinda hard to make out. But ALL of them were looking at the girl in the same way…crossly.
"Well don't all look so excited…"
"What did you say your name was?" Toby asked, crossing his arms as if he was holding himself back from clawing the girl's eyes out.
"Molly…?"
"Molly…" Mrs. Lovett started calmly. But before she could get any other words out the whole room burst into a frenzy of hatred and angry words and yelling fits.
"HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE YOU WERE LAST HERE?" "WE'VE BEEN LOCKED IN HERE THIS WHOLE TIME!" "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" "DO YOU EVER CARE? ?"
"HEY HEY HEY OI! ! ! ! ! !" Molly shouted, putting her arms out to hold back the angry masses. "Uh…Where are Pirelli and the Beadle?"
"We had to eat something…"
"Oh…" the room fell silent. After a beat. "Oh well, I'll bring them back as ghosts if they get any questions. Now before you guys say anything else that might hurt my feelings cause I'm very sensitive just know that this is NOT my fault! !"
"What does her shirt say, Mrs. Lovett?" that was definitely Sweeny. Monotones, sounding sick of life, and always bitter.
Mrs. Lovett squinted into the light. "I'd rather be watching Doctor whoDOCTOR WHO? ?"
"WHAT HAPPEN TO ME BEING WHAT YOU WANTED TO WATCH? ! ?" Sweeney was against her neck now, wielding an invisible razor that he had lived without for the duration of the abandonment. "YOU PUT ME BACK ON YOUR SHIRT OR I WILL FIND MY RAZORS AND END YOUR MISERABLE PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A LIFE! ! !"
Molly took a step back and quickly did a dramatic tear away clothes moment to reveal her "I'd rather be watching Sweeney Todd" shirt directly under the TARDIS blue one.
"Now sit back down Sweeney!" Molly ordered to him like a bad puppy. "Alright you guys relax! It hasn't been that long…really. And you all survived right! ?" she laughed nervously. "Uh! Twins! Sam and Marie you guys can come in!" Molly lowered her voice "Just take off your Doctor Who shirts first!"
"Aw man! Now I gotta find a bathroom!" came a voice from the hallway. "Be right back…"
Molly turned back to the angry group of mostly-murderers. "So…I got a little distracted with life and new obsessions and laziness but point is…" she clapped her hands together. "I'm back! Know why? Cause I got this letter that fell from above!" Molly quickly pulled a crumpled up piece of notebook paper from her back pocket "Just kidding, it came in an e-mail…It's mysterious, it simply says 'Please write more!' and it's signed How-About-A-Shave. So that's why I'm back! Cause I always said, one review and I'll continue it! And apparently, you guys are missed! And I miss you too!"
"Oh…" the room said in unison. And for some reason that this author just cannot understand, this very unforgiving group, forgave her.
Sam happily returned and whipped out a nice Swiffer Duster! (I do not own the Swiffer Duster or any variations there-upon).
After a few minutes, the room was beginning to look clean and bright and cheery again (Well…as bright as it can get with a room full of characters from a horror movie). And Marie returned soon after with a smile at the thought of…
"So Mrs. Lovett are you finally gonna answer my question? ? ? ? ? I think you've had plenty of time to think about it."
"And we gotta get ON with this thing!" Molly shouted from where she sat with one arm around Sweeney's neck so he wouldn't jump up and strangle someone after what Mrs. Lovett was about to say.
"Go on then, love." Johanna prompted.
Marie quickly threw herself to the ground and sat cross-legged like a small child about to be told an exciting story. Her eyes were wide and twinkling and her bright smile seemed to even lighten Sweeney's corner.
"What was the question again?" Mrs. Lovett asked slowly.
Marie threw up her hands. "Oh good grief. I asked, and I quote, 'What the heck do you see in Sweeney! ? ! ? ! ?'"
"Oh yeah…" her words fell to the floor in the silence that followed.
"COME ON!"
Mrs. Lovett jumped up at the sudden outburst. "ALRIGHT JUST LOOK AT HIM! SERIOUSLY LOOK AT HIM!" she paced across the room to where the demon sat "HE'S FREAKIN' GORGEOUS! I mean sure, he's a little paler then Benjamin, and sure his hair's a little darker and he kinda looks like a skunk, but I love him for who he is!" her voice dropped to a mutter. "I mean, he's Johnny Depp for goodness sake…"
Sweeney finally looked up, "Who?"
Mrs. Lovett finished with a very fan-girly sqee! And then sat back down.
"NOW WE CAN FINALLY MOVE ON!" Molly shouted, shooting up from where she sat. Now that Sweeney was so confused about what he thought he heard, Molly doubted she would need to hold him back anymore tonight.
"Alright!" reaching into her back pocket, Molly pulled out a nice blue envelope. It was already torn open but she gladly pulled out the paper and cleared her throat rather loudly. "Now this was our first not-my-friend question! She asked this practically a year ago so who knows if she's even still alive but I'll ask it anyway! This is from Jenni! Like Jenny but with an I! She has a question for Mr. Sweeney!"
"Finally I have something to live for," the man answered dully and sarcastically.
"She writes - Were you really going to eat the judge after you killed him and Nellie baked him in a pie? The idea seems repulsive considering you hated the guy so much."
Molly and the rest of the group looked up and anticipated his answer.
"Well…think about it this way Jenni with an I, imagine road kill, if you'd like. Really dead, really gross, road-kill."
"Is he comparing me to a trodden animal?"
"Shut-up Judge, don't make me go get my magic talking stick!"
"That's how I saw the Judge when he was alive. Then I killed him. And it was like…no wait…I forgot where this is going."
Molly would have been upset if she didn't love listing to British people talk so much. He could go on for hours…she really didn't care! And Sweeney usually wasn't one for talking, so this was brilliant!
Sweeney began to go on "Well…wait…who's Nellie?"
"Figures…" Mrs. Lovett mumbled.
"Oh…Nellie…pies. I get it. Mrs. Lovett you have a first name?"
"Figures…" "Go on Sweeney!" Molly prodded.
"I honestly don't think the Judge even deserved to be made into a pie, quite honestly. It was just too much of a privileged to be cooked into something that everyone thought was so brilliant."
"He's talking about me like I'm not sitting right next to him."
"Yeah Judge, and you're too cowardly to do anything about it, so shut-up!"
"So, though I never planned beyond the moment of killing the Judge because that's all I really lived for, I'd say now that I would have…hmm…what's the lowest thing you can ever do to a person? I would have thrown him in the bake-oven, frankly." Sweeney finished with a nod.
"Figures..." was all Mrs. Lovett responded with.
"Brilliant! Thanks for asken Jenni! You got Sweeney to talk more then he talks for the whole entire movie! Just goes to show how much he hates the Judge…NEXT QUESTION!"
Another envelope flew out of Molly's back pocket and into her hand (not literally…oh you get it) and she read it aloud rather dramatically. "This is from ToddLover13!"
"That's almost as creepy as your T-shirt."
"Shut-up Sweeney, you know you liked it!"
"ToddLover13 has another one for Sweeney!" Molly continued.
"I think I've talked enough for today…"
"Sucks to be you then. ToddLover writes, 'I think someone should ask Sweeney why he chose that name.'"
"I don't like this game anymore."
"Come on Mr. T! I've been dying to know!" Mrs. Lovett prodded.
"As if your words will encourage me you mad woman!"
"I love it when he calls me that."
"Well…fine I'll tell you." Sweeney looked far off into the distance and if this were a movie the screen would go all wibbly wobbly and slightly more colorized and the flashback would start. "It was one night in my cell in Australia. My cell had housed many a criminal before me, and the walls were graffitied with tally marks and horrible drawings. But below all of them, engraved at the very bottom in very light lettering, were these words. I've read them so often I've memorized them… 'My name is Todd Sweeney. I am to be hanged tomorrow for many crimes…please don't forget me. Let the name live on.'" The screen goes wibbly wobbly again and we're back with current Sweeney. "And I didn't really want to steal the name exactly, so I just switched it around." He shrugged and returned to the shadows. "That's all I'm answering today."
"Wow that wasn't funny at all...that was really deep." Marie answered, wiping a tear and handing another tissue to Sam.
"Plus, did you know that Todd is German for death? And Sweeney means 'little hero'." Molly pointed out, flicking through another baby-name app on her i-pod.
"He's my little hero."
"Oh Mum would you just stop with all that…it gets annoying…truly." Toby spoke up, but it didn't stop Mrs. Lovett from looking lovingly into the dark corner.
"One more question for today! From a bloke called Bob dolphin who says 'I need to ask questions or I'll die.' This one's for you Mrs. L!"
"Oh no…" "They ask, 'What does your hair look like when you brush it?'"
"…what…?" Mrs. Lovett simply said after a beat.
"I HAVE A BRUSH!" Sam shouted suddenly, wielding the blue hair-brush like it was a million bucks.
"Oh no…"
"Oh yes!"
The pack in the room centered in on Mrs. Lovett, all ready to attack the mess that she for some reason called hair…
Well Bob dolphin, you'll have to tune in next time, cause this is gonna take a while!
I am truly ashamed at how long it look me to update this...Ask more questions loves! I'll honestly try to get this up sooner next time!