Seymour stood at the front doors of Orin's dental practice for a long moment, trying to collect himself and stop or at least quell the shaking of his legs and the pounding of his heart in his chest, before eventually giving up on both fronts and bursting through, looking for Orin in a desperate, heartbroken fury. His search ended much faster and much lower than he had expected, and he struggled to process what he was seeing through the million other things that crowded the forefront of his mind. Orin… Orin was dead in front of him, slumped on the ground at an awkward angle that resembled the one he had taken on after collapsing from a lack of air that fateful day that he had failed to kill him, that he had oh so cowardly let him weasel his way out of his righteously earned death… the bullet hole in the dead center of his chest was obviously so much more skillfully and confidently done than anything Seymour would've been able to manage, if he had been able to manage anything in the first place and not just fail again…
Seymour only realized that he had slumped down next to him as the puddle of blood… horrible, cursed blood surrounding him soaked through one of the numerous patches of his shoe… he had lost so much blood… how much was left for the plant? Even now, with his ineptitude and the surprisingly devastating death of Audrey's abuser and his mortal foe pressing down on him, he was shaking, he realized. Seymour shook his head violently, trying and partially succeeding in bringing his attention to the task at hand, and started the long and hard process of maneuvering Orin into the makeshift body bag he had brought for this purpose, eventually succeeding and starting to drag him out of the building and towards the shop and the plant's cold, devastating jaws. They finally reached the shop, and Seymour dragged him through its front doors, causing Audrey 2 to perk up but receiving a much less warm welcome from it this time. "Ooohhh… chop it up." Seymour looked over at him, even more aghast than before at this. "What?" The plant reared up, drawing its vines to its sides threateningly. "Feed me!" Seymour hung his head further, not looking forward to the task at hand but almost appreciating it for the delay it would put between him and yet another tortured, sleepless night filled to and over the brim with helpless, anguished contemplations. "Okay, okay! …Oh, brother…"
He sighed forlornly before attempting to catch his breath from the long and arduous trip to the shop, locating and grabbing Mr. Mushnik's 'just in case the shop gets robbed and the gun jams up' ax, and making his way with Orin to the alley he had hid from the plant in weeks before. That almost seemed like simpler times now… Seymour grimaced, the ax held over his head in his trembling hands for a long moment, before he eventually managed to bring it down on him. Over. And over. The process became much easier but not any less horrifying when he thought about how sadistic and cruel Orin had been to Audrey of all people, the moans of hers at his hand… almost definitely in addition to… other things… Audrey 2 had mimicked, had apparently memorized well enough to copy in their frequency… and the deal he had broken along with the complete failure on Seymour's part that had led to it being struck. The only other hitch in the process was a shadow that briefly passed over them but was gone by the time Seymour turned around to see what it was… hopefully it had been nothing… and he managed to complete a task successfully for once without significant derailment, getting him into pieces that he thought would be small enough and recollecting them so he could get them to the plant.
It perked up even more than it had before as he brought them to it, laughing horrifically and even more derangedly than usual, for it or for the late dentist that rested in pieces between them, before he had even gotten the first piece into that chasm of broken hopes and dreams… Eventually, Seymour reached the end of this macabre process, trembling cowardly in every limb… although this was actually a pretty reasonable and non-cowardly thing to be freaked out by, and watched the plant sickeningly lick its lips and rest its monstrous head back down before managing to force himself away from the crime scene and down the stairs to the basement, hardly seeing the steps through his blurred vision and not particularly caring if he fell because of this. He reached the end of the staircase, nearly falling back into it as he suddenly became aware that Mr. Mushnik was down there too and right in front of him. "You love her madly, don't you, schmuck?"