pie guy | sweeney todd x reader

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"What the hell was that?" (y/n) asked, clearly shocked, but also sort of amused.

"Don't complain, he's gone, isn't he?"

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After (y/n) had left, Todd heard groaning from the eerie chest. He strutted to his razor and snapped it open with a sharp flick of his wrist.

He slowly made his way over to the noise, and lifted up the lid of the chest. Pirelli groaned loudly and shakily reached out trying to steady himself.

Todd slipped his arm around Pirelli's neck, and moved the razor swiftly across his throat. Pirelli ached and scratched as his neck sprayed the red fluid inside of him.

Todd lay Pirelli down gently back into the chest and sighed.

Meanwhile downstairs, Toby was drinking like a sailor while Mrs. Lovett and (y/n) watched curiously.

"You ought to slow down a bit, lad. It'll go straight to your head." Mrs. Lovett said while the boy continued to chug.

"Toby darling slow down-" (y/n) started.

"They used to give it to us in the workhouse so we could sleep. Not that you'd want to sleep in that place. Not with the things that happen in the dark."

"That's nice dear." Mrs. Lovett said cautiously, "Think I'll just pop in on Mr. Todd for a tick. (y/n), can you keep him company?"

"Yes of course!" (y/n) smiled at the boy, and he gave a quick smirk before chugging down the alcohol again.

Mrs. Lovett went to take the bottle from the boy, but he stopped her. "Leave the bottle." She sighed and placed the bottle back down before heading upstairs.

"Okay Toby, I think you've had enough." (y/n) said, reaching for the bottle. The boy shook his head frantically in response.

"No please, just let me finish." he replied. (y/n) looked at him sympathetically and moved her hands away from the drink.

"So, how old are you?" (y/n) asked him. "14." he replied. She nodded slightly, and he awkwardly nodded back.

"What are you doing here in London, (y/n)?" he asked her, and she tensed up a bit. She had really only told the story to Mrs. Lovett.

"Uh, well I was in an abusive relationship aha." she said, and Toby pat her arm.

"I know what you mean, Pirelli hit me too." he smiled weakly towards her, and she pulled him in for a hug. The poor kid was only 14 and had gone through so much.

He laughed and pulled back, chugging the rest of the bottle.

"Oh no, don't drink it you'll-" (y/n) started, "pass out." she said as Toby stood up and wandered into the next room, where he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

"Well shit."

Upstairs, Todd seemed to be cleaning his razors. Mrs. Lovett walked in and sighed loudly.

"That lad is drinking me out of house and home. How long until Pirelli gets back?"

"He won't be back." he replied. Mrs. Lovett stared at him for a second, and then her eyes widened and she gasped.

"Mr. T you didn't!" she exclaimed while walking over to the chest, which was the only hiding place in the room.

She opened it up, gasping lightly when she saw the body. "You're barking mad! Killing a man who'd done you no harm!"

"He recognized me from the old days. Tried to blackmail me. Half me earnings." he replied, while cleaning the blood off of his razors.

This seemed to calm her nerves significantly. "Oh, well, it's a different matter then. For a moment there, I thought you'd lost your marbles."