Sweeney Todd X Reader

Chapter 2

The next day, you had gotten ready very fast and you ran down Fleet Street to the old pie shop. You barged in, seeing Mr.Todd, his eyes slightly happier than the day before.

"Hello Mr.Todd," you said with a polite smile. He gave you a slight wave and a half smile.

"Hello, (Y/N)," he said with his unhappy attitude still audible. You swiped your hands on your dress.
"Well I guess I'd better start cleaning up today- I mean just look at this horrific wallpaper," you said softly, touching the decaying paper and watching it disintegrate on your fingertips.

Sweeney looked at you confused slightly before going back to doing his own thing. He began to sharpen his razors. You wondered why he wanted them so sharp, but instead you shrugged it off.

After a while of cleaning up and peeling the disgusting wallpaper off, you went down to a little store for decorations and such. You bought some white and soft and slightly faded pink striped wallpaper. You walked it back down to Fleet Street, starting to put it up on the walls. Mr.Todd glanced at you, now shining his blades.

He paused for a moment, before sighing and standing up. "Would you appreciate some help?" He asked you.

You paused and looked at him. "Very much so," you said softly. He finished up putting the wallpaper, before sitting back down, staring at his now shiny razors with lust in his eyes.

You smiled profusely at the man. "Thank you very much, Mr.Todd," you said softly.  He gave you an icy cold smile, making you shift slightly. Something about him was... off... but you felt a little bit comfortable around him.

"Now, I'll just have to get some new curtains, re-paint the furniture, and make the cellar a l-"

"I'll worry about the cellar," Mr.Todd interrupted.

"... Any particular reason why?" you asked gently.

"Just because... It is rough work. I'm the only one who's really able to open the door and move the oven and things around," Sweeney said quickly.  You gave him an uneasy glare for a moment before speaking.

"Alright," you said softly. You pulled out your bag you left over night and set your groceries on the counter, stocking the cabinets with materials so your shop would be ready soon.

"No meat seasoning?" Mr.Todd asked.
"Unless you're using..." He paused to reach into the cabinet, pulling out a jar labeled "cinnamon" and another filled with sugar. "Cinnamon... and sugar," he said, glancing at you.

"Yes, I'm going to be making sweet pies... and danishes... oh yes, I forgot Mrs.Lovett had made meat pies. Well I could do meat pies as well, but the price of me-"

"You're a chatter box, just like that Mrs.Lovett was-...is," he said. You put the jars away, pausing momentarily to acknowledge the verbal "mistake". You then shrugged it off, before wiping off the counters again.

"Well, Mister Todd. I hope to see you early tomorrow," you said, waving him goodbye and walking down Fleet Street to your apartment. You walked into your dull room, looking at the windowsill collecting dust, a small lively flower sitting in a pot on it.

You decided it would be best to get a good night's rest, so you laid down, closing your eyes, but you couldn't stop thinking about the dark aura you got around Mr.Todd. You thought he was just strict, but he seems to have a dark history. Maybe you'd ask him about his life tomorrow. You decided that would be best, so you fell asleep easily after making this decision.