Frantic Fanfic Stories

The Razors

Characters: Sweeny Todd, Lancer
Writers: Polkka, WhoreMad and Sakura
Rated All Ages

Sweeney Todd saw a hole that has a
sign saying "more victims without
families down here" and went "hm,
more victims? Yes" He jumped and boom lancer sees him and goes "ooh hewlo mwister" And Sweeney Todd tries to kill him but he swings and miss and swings and miss until

He woke up in a classroom. He doesn't
recognize this place. Where's the
barber shop? Where's Mrs. Lovett?
Where's the gray tint?
The door opened revealing someone

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Lancer with a way fucking cooler
outfit than Sweeney came walking in.
Bouncing up and down with every step he held one of Sweeney's razors in his hand. The fact that this... child
owns one of his razors is quite
strange. Who would allow a kid to
carry such a weapon in the open?!
Pushing his questions aside, Sweeney
decided to interrogate the child.
"Excuse me young.. child. How did you acquire such a weapon like that." He tried to push back the idea that the
kid looked quite similar to the one
in his dream. Although he assumes
this is also one since he does not
reconize the location as anything but
strange
The child responded, "A very nice
lady gave me this! What? Do you want
it?"
Sweeney groaned, "Yes, child hand the
razor over you could get hurt! And
you don't want to be hurt, don't
you?"

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"I am fine with getting hurt! Doesn't
bother me in the slightest! No sir
e!" The child stuck out his tongue
and smiled. This child really is
bloody stupid' thought Mr. Todd.
Sweeny quickly grabbed for the razor,
almost cutting himself in the
process.

"Woah! What has got your knickers in
a knot friend! Is it this shiny sharp
thing??? Why would you want it so
bad?" The child took the razor and
tapped it to his chin.

"Lets make a deal!! You become my
friend and you get your little do
hickey back. Deal????" He had a big
smile on his face, and reached out a
hand. Sweeny couldn't tell if the kid
was genuinely excited or just wanted
to try to scam him. Sweeny
reluctantly took the kids hand, only
for the kid to quickly shake it up
and down.

"Pleasure doing business with you
good sire!!! P L E A S U R E!! The
names Lancer! What's yours kind
fellow?" Lancer said twirling the
razor around and pointing it at
Sweeny.

"The name is... Sweeny. Sweeny Todd."