So basicaly i dont really like Toby, so i wanted to to a Toby smack down... sorry if you dont like it, i tried my best
Sweeney and Mrs. Lovett walked back to the shop, the warm sun setting in front of them.
"Mr. Todd?" Mrs. Lovett asked
"Hmm?" He replied
"I was thinking… Johanna and Anthony look real happy, married and what not. And I was thinking maybe, you and me we could…"
"Get married?" Sweeney finished.
"Mhm..." She said in a small voice.
Sweeney was silent
"I'm sorry it was just a silly thought" She rambled. "I mean if you don't wanna I understand…"
Sweeney put his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
"No it's not silly, not at all" He said kissing her lightly on the top of her head.
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Sweeney sat on the sofa humming quietly as he watched Mrs. Lovett make dinner.
He had offered to help, but seeing as he has no idea how to cook she said it would be better if he just relaxed.
He could hear Toby walking around upstairs.
What is that boy up to? He thought to himself.
He did not like Toby, and nor did Toby like him. The boy had a rather foul attitude towards him, which is understandable seeing as what he had done to Mrs. Lovett by leaving her.
Sweeney did not know what she was like those two years he was gone but only had a faint idea that it was quite horrible.
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Sweeney sat at the end of the table eating his dinner in silence. He could see Mrs. Lovett staring awkwardly from him to Toby, he knew that she wished they got along but Sweeney wasn't one much for kids other than his own.
He tried to eat his dinner as quick as possible, but seeing as his right hand was still severely injured he had to use his left, which was unfortunately quite uncoordinated and clumsy.
Once he had finished his dinner he walked into the kitchen and placed his plate on the table.
He heard foots steps behind him and turned to see Toby standing in the door frame.
"Did she forgive you?" Toby said coldly
"Yes, she did" Sweeney replied quickly, he knew instantly who he was talking about.
Toby scoffed "That's a surprise, I thought she would push you away, be disgusted by you"
"And why did you think that" Sweeney asked
"Because you killed the Judge and the Beadle, and not to mention her mother, your own wife" Toby said clearly trying to upset Sweeney
Sweeney curled his hands into fist, his short nails digging into the cut in his palm.
"I know…" Sweeney said through his teeth "If you knew why I had done it you would understand" He tried to explain but was more trying to convince himself than Toby.
"Killing her mother was an accident, I did not mean to, If I had known I would have never…"
"Would have never what, slit her throat open, and then you would have lived happily ever after" Toby said in a mocking voice. "You would have left Mrs. Lovett, alone and broken"
Sweeney looked down at the floor, his grip on his anger slipping inch by inch.
"How can you live with yourself, after all you have done… After all you did to Mrs. Lovett, you left her broken and bleeding" Toby accused Sweeney
Sweeney's grip on his anger slipped again, leaving in only inches away from being ripped out of his grasp.
He dug his nails deeper into his hand, clenching his teeth he tried to stay as calm as possible.
"And yet you still walk around like you did nothing, like you deserve the life you have" Toby's voice was getting louder.
"You almost killed Mrs. Lovett, just like you killed your wife" Toby took a step towards Sweeney, who was still looking at the floor.
"Back up" Sweeney said quietly through his teeth, which Toby clearly did not hear.
Toby took another step forwards.
Sweeney's hands were now shaking with fury.
"Back up" He said through his teeth again, barely audible.
Toby took another step forwards, now within reaching distance of Sweeney.
"And now you expect to come back and pretend like nothing has happened, and get married and live the life you could never have" Toby said his voice raised.
"Back up" Sweeney said louder this time so Toby could hear him.
"Why should I?" Toby said now teasing Sweeney "You should have died along with your pathetic wife" He shouted at Sweeney.
"Shut up" Sweeney mumbled
"And while you at it, why doesn't your daughter join you to" Toby's voice almost at a yell now.
Sweeney's grip on his anger slipped, the force which was holding it back clenching at the open air.
His eyes burned ember with fury.
Toby opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted.
"SHUT UP!" Sweeney yelled his arm flying out grabbing Toby by the throat.
He slammed the boy into the wall.
Mrs. Lovett came running around the corner.
"MR. T!! NO!!" She screamed running over to him.
She grabbed his arm trying to pull him off a choking Toby.
"Please Mr. T, you'll kill 'im" She shouted pulling at Sweeney's arm.
Toby was struggling to try and breathe, his face turning red.
"MR. TODD!! YOUR KILLING HIM!!" Mrs. Lovett screamed.
Sweeney let go of Toby throwing Mrs. Lovett off his arm sending her to the floor.
He turned back to Toby who was panting madly with his hands at his throat.
Sweeney backhanded Toby across the face, a loud crack echoed throughout the room.
"I swear boy if you ever say anything about my family ever again, I will rip your throat right out" Sweeney said through his teeth.
Toby looked up at Sweeney who was looming dangerously over him.
Sweeney watched the boy stare at him, his eyes full of terror. His anger did not subside but he did not want to do anymore damage then what had been done, he turned on his heels and walked over to the bottle of gin that lay on the table.
He picked it up and walked out the door.
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He walked down the street, his skin felt hot against the cool air. As he walked he took large swigs of the gin, he could feel its affect begin.
He continued to wander the town, stumbling a little more often now, the bottle half empty and he was a good distance away from the shop.
His vision had started to blur, he knew that the gin was starting its effect, which was his intention.
He lifted the bottle up to his lips and finished the last of its contents, chocking on the taste he wiped his mouth and started back towards the shop before he forgot where it was.
He stumbled towards the shop, usually he was a very violent drunk but seeing as there was no one around to provoke the violence he was oddly calm.
Finally reaching the gate, he struggled to open it. Once inside the small patio he tripped over the set of metal chairs and tables.
Going to sit down, he missed the chair entirely falling to the hard floor cursing loudly.
He let his head fall to the ground and lay there trying to focus. His vision stated to narrow and get darker, he watched dazed at the darkness took over his vision.