A/N: Hey guys! I just came back from Disney World -WOO DISNEY!- today and I'm dead tired, but instead of wanting to go to sleep, I was just like 'Hey, I should totally continue my Sweeney Todd thingy. That would be so much better than sleeping!' And I'm sure most of you agree. -crowd nods and mutter about Sweeney Todd's superiority over everything-.
Well, that's enough of that. On with the show!...er...story.
Toby hesitantly walked toward Mrs. Lovett's room after Mr. Todd had gone up to his room. Her door was closed, and for a while he just stood there and stared at the carvings in the wood. Toby didn't know why he was standing there, staring at nothing. He thought a couple of times to just go back into the kitchen and wait for her, but he felt as if he should go in and ask her what Mr. Todd was doing in her room. He definitely didn't buy the spider lie.
Finally after about ten minutes, Toby knocked softly on her door with a shaking hand. A soft, melodic voice came from within.
"Come in, love," said Mrs. Lovett.
Toby took a deep breath and grasped the cool door handle. He turned and pushed the door open. Mrs. Lovett was standing in front of her mirror trying to fix her hair. She turned to him with a surprised look on her face.
"Oh, Toby dear. I wasn' expectin' you. Wha's the matter? Is somethin' wrong? You're up a bit early now, aren't you?"
"Nothing's wrong, Mrs. Lovett. Not since I came 'ere." Toby smiled at her, taking a step inside. "Thank ya for all the pies, by the way."
Mrs. Lovett smiled warmly back at him. "Then what's the reason for you comin' into me bedroom?"
Toby blushed, suddenly embarrassed to be standing in a lady's room. "I, er, nothing really. I mean, s'not big a deal at all, really."
"Well if it's not a big a deal spit it out already!" Mrs. Lovett exclaimed with a hint of laughter.
Toby stood there awkwardly, shuffling his feet. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other before blurting out,
"Wha' was Mr. Todd doing in your room?"
Mrs. Lovett's laughter immediately died away and she stood there for a split second with a look of horror on her face. She quickly recovered, but looked down at her hands as she spoke.
"Mr. T was jus' helpin' me with somethin', tha's all, love. I lost somethin' and 'e was 'elping me find it. Best we don' waste all our time in 'ere though. 'Lots of customers to tend to." And with that, she was out of the room in a matter of seconds. Toby stood in her room for a moment, thinking, before following her out.
"Mrs. Lovett," he called. She didn't answer, but he found her kneading some dough nervously in the kitchen. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude or anythin'. I was 'onestly jus' curious. I'm really 'appy you took me in...mum." He smiled nervously, and Mrs. Lovett smiled back.
"I know you are, love, I know you are. S'good thing Pirelli said 'e wasn't comin' back then. Had some business or wha'ever to attend to. So it looks like you're stayin' here for a while longer."
Toby beamed up at her, but that didn't mean he still wasn't suspicious. No, he was very, very suspicious. But he needed hospitality, and Mrs. Lovett was the closest thing to a mother he's ever had.
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Sweeney Todd was doing what he did best, pacing around his room plotting murders. A million different possibilities ran through his head.
Kill the witness first, then kill the sin. Kill the boy, then Mrs. Lovett. No, kill Mrs. Lovett first, she's dreadfully annoying. The boy can wait. He'd probably be to stupid to realize she was dead anyway. Stupid Judge, this is all his fault. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have done such a stupid thing. I would still have Lucy. Lucy, Lucy, Lucy...Stupid what's-his-name. Shouldn't he have been asleep anyway? I thought young boys needed their energy. And he drank that whole bloody bottle of gin last night. Yes, good plan, kill the boy. He won't be missed much. Damn Judge Turpin...
Sweeney realized he was rambling in his thoughts, but it was the only thing he could do. He knew he wouldn't actually kill the boy or Mrs. Lovett, but it let his anger and frustration out. He was ashamed at what he did, but he hoped that if none of them brought it up again they could both forget about it. He knew his real target, his real source of satisfaction. Killing that disgusting, lecherous, lying filth of a human being. The Judge was the one Sweeney had to focus on, but until then he had something to curb his blood lust.
And he couldn't wait to get started.
He had been sitting in his chair for what seemed like eternity when he heard Mrs. Lovett's footsteps on the stairs outside. She opened the door and put her hands on her hips.
"Alrigh' Mr. T. Are you ready to do this or not? I sent Toby to get me some supplies and 'e'll be back soon."
Sweeney nodded and moved towards the chest where Pirelli's body had been previously stuffed. Mrs. Lovett moved to the other side and together they lifted the top of the chest open, revealing the bloody mess. Sweeney took him by the shoulders as Mrs. Lovett grabbed his legs.
"Watch this," said Sweeney, grinning evilly. He stepped on a pedal near his barber chair and immediately a hole opened up that revealed the back corner of Mrs. Lovett's bake house.
Mrs. Lovett grinned just as evilly, and they both threw the body down.
