The Mane Six and Spike embark on one of their darkest missions yet when they are transported to Victorian London where a barber named Sweeney Todd is out for revenge on a corrupt judge who ruined his life.
And I just noticed...the story revolves around Chrysalis a bit. About time the villain gets more screen time. Sometimes one does not know the villain's intents, but when allowed to explore more of their backstory, it makes things more interesting.
“I have news for you, my friend,” Turpin spoke, mid-walk. “In order to shield her from the evils of this world, I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.”
Even at a distance, the announcement shocked the whole group beyond disgust. They couldn’t believe the very words coming from the old man’s mouth.
Later that day, the humanized Mane Six and Spike made their way through the streets of London in search of the Old Bailey Courthouse. This very courthouse was where Judge Turpin presided over, the place where he dispensed his version of justice. After their talk with Sweeney Todd, who agreed to help hide Johanna, they carried forth on Anthony’s plan. As for the young boy in question, he returned to the Turpin estate to see Johanna to make sure she’d be ready to leave with him later.
In the meantime, the girls and Spike volunteered to spy on Turpin to make sure he stayed away from home in the meantime. Which led to their eventual finding of Old Bailey. They couldn’t help but gape over how large and intimidating the courthouse looked judging by the exterior alone.
“This is just the kind of place you’d imagine a heartless blowhard like Turpin would be,” Rainbow Dash remarked. “This place gives me the creeps!”
Sonata Dusk: Same here...
Me: I can relate.
“Certainly not a Hall of Justice if you ask me,” Rarity agreed. “Not to mention it’s completely out of date. Could stand to use new paint, maybe some marble buffing, or even…”
“Not the time, Rarity!” Applejack interrupted. “We gotta make sure Turpin don’t head on back tah the house till Anthony and Johanna leave.”
“How are we going to do this?” Fluttershy asked meekly. “Turpin doesn’t exactly like us at all; we can’t just strike a conversation with him for a few hours.”
“It doesn’t matter what we do,” Twilight Sparkle spoke up. “We need to keep him as far away from his house for a while.”
“What are we supposed to do at the moment?” Spike asked.
“We keep a close eye on the judge and track his every move. We’ll have to sneak into the courthouse and keep him in sight at all times.”
“Well, let’s stop wasting time and get in there!” Rainbow replied.
Me: No need to tell us twice.
Twilight held out her hands and the group grabbed hands forming a circle. She used her magic to teleport them inside the building. Thankfully, the interior was hardly well lit, leaving their entry shrouded in darkness. Once inside, the group silently slinked through the halls until they came upon a large courtroom. And it was there where Judge Turpin himself lurked over the proceedings.
Turpin sat upon his podium, the personification of power, very high at the bench. He was dressed in a black robe and powdered white wig. He glared down toward the accused stand where a wasted wretch of a boy no older than ten years old stood. Beadle Bamford stood at the foot of the podium, closest to the boy, with many other members of the grand jury around and about. Before the stunned gaze of the group, this boy was currently on trial.
“Is that a kid?” Applejack whispered horrified. “Why is he on trial?”
Me: A petty crime is my guess.
“This is the second time, sir, that you have been brought before this bench,” Turpin announced to the boy. “Though it is my earnest wish to never temper justice with mercy, your persistent dedication to a life of crime is an abomination before God and man.”
“Are you serious?!” Rainbow whispered harshly. “He’s a kid! I bet the only bad thing he’s probably done is steal a loaf of bread!”
Me: Starvation makes one despret.
Sonata Dusk: For realsies? I never knew that.
Me: It's not your fault you never knew.
“I therefore sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead, and may the lord have mercy on your soul,” Turpin declared, banging his gavel. “This court is adjourned!”
The wretched boy collapsed in sobs. The Beadle was pleased with the verdict as a couple guards quickly came forth to remove him from the bench. The remainder of the court began to file out, among them the Judge himself. The Mane Six and Spike looked on with shock and disbelief from the sentence Turpin delivered.
“Why that no good, slimy, rotten, mother-bucker!” Rainbow whispered harshly.
Me: *stunned* You kiss your mother with that mouth?...
“Ah outta run in there and buck him so hard he explodes into a million pieces here and now!” Applejack growled lowly.
“We can’t let that poor boy get hanged!” Fluttershy cried tearfully.
“Trust me Flutters, we won’t!” Rainbow voiced determination. “Wait here!”
“I’m with ya hon!” Applejack replied.
Me: This atta be good.
Both the tomboy Pegasus and her southern belle marefriend quickly snuck their way through the halls of the courthouse once more. Thankfully, most of the judges and jurors present were too preoccupied to notice them sneaking about. Rounding a nearby corner, they spotted the two guards escorting the sniveling boy through the halls and the sight made their blood boil. Quickly as possible, they snuck behind the guards and delivered two of the biggest, strongest blows that sent the guards flying toward a nearby wall, knocking them out cold. The frightened boy turned behind him and eyed his saviors with confusion.
“Who’re you?” The boy asked timidly. “What’re you doin’ ‘ere?”
“No time to explain, kid,” Rainbow replied. “You must get out of here now and get as far away as possible before anyone notices you’re gone.”
Applejack then reached into the hem of her dress and pulled out a bag of bits, which she handed to the boy.
“Take this and get on a train or wutever tah get far away from here,” Applejack instructed. “Go, live yer life, and stay outta trouble, ya hear?”
The boy looked down at the tiny bag in his hand, then toward the two girls. Tears fell from his face as he smiled.
“Thank yer, thank yer both,” He said gratefully. “Yer both the personification of kindness yer are.”
“Just go!” Rainbow ordered.
The kid quickly made a mad dash down the hall toward the nearest door. The two women watched the runaway, hoping to Celestia that he’d be alright.
*Deep down, I knew that God would guide him to a better tomorrow*
<>
Shortly after freeing the young boy from the fate of the hangman’s noose, Applejack & Rainbow Dash reunited with the girls and Spike. By now, they had teleported themselves outside the building just as the Judge and the Beadle walked away from the impressive edifices of the Old Bailey. Spotting the approaching figures, the group quickly hid behind a nearby wall and poked their heads out to observe the pair of evil men.
*I pull out my phone and record their conversation*
“Thank you, your Honor,” Beadle thanked Turpin gratefully. “Just the sentence we wanted.”
“Was he guilty?” Turpin replied.
“Well, if he didn’t do it, he’s surely done something to warrant a hanging.”
“What man has not?” Turpin muttered under his breath.
“Sir?” Beadle questioned.
“No matter,” Turpin brushed off. “Come, walk home with me.”
The men made their way off the grounds of the Old Bailey down a nearby street. The Mane Six and Spike quickly followed behind, keeping a decent distance so as not to be seen by their targets.
“I have news for you, my friend,” Turpin spoke, mid-walk. “In order to shield her from the evils of this world, I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.”
Even at a distance, the announcement shocked the whole group beyond disgust. They couldn’t believe the very words coming from the old man’s mouth.
“Girls… did he really just say that?” Spike asked, disgusted.
“Afraid so, Spike,” Twilight nodded.
“But he’s like old enough to be her grandfather!” Rainbow cringed.
“The thought of it’s enough to make you vomit,” Rarity gagged.
Me: Such a sinful act to do.
“Ah, sir, happy news indeed,” Beadle said joyfully.
“Strange, though, when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain… reluctance,” Turpin voiced confusion.
“I wonder why,” Spike voiced sarcasm. “He’s probably the worst bachelor in the entire city.”
Me: *nod my head in agreement*
The Beadle proceeded with exquisite and obsequious delicacy:
Beadle (Sings): Excuse me, my lord, May I request, my lord, Permission, my lord, to speak? Forgive me if I suggest, my lord, You’re looking less than your best, my lord, There’s powder upon your vest, my lord. And stubble upon your cheek, And ladies, my lord, are weak.
As they rounded the corner, the Judge brushed his chin to confirm the Beadle’s word. When even that wasn’t enough, he examined his appearance from the reflection of the nearest window.
“Stubble, you say?” Turpin asked. “Perhaps at times I am a little overhasty with my morning ablutions…”
Beadle (Sings cheerfully): Fret not though, my lord, I know a place, my lord, A barber, my lord, of skill. Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord, Some eau de cologne to brace my lord And musk to enhance the chase, my lord, You’ll dazzle the girl until—
“Until?” Turpin questioned.
Beadle (Sings): She bows to your every will.
“A barber, eh?” Turpin pondered with intrigue. “Take me to him.”
“I am honored, my lord,” Beadle nodded. “His name is Todd… Sweeney Todd. And he is the very last word in barberin’.”
The two men head off, strolling down the road toward Fleet Street. The Mane Six and Spike emerged from hiding, staring at them along the way.
“Can you believe that guy?” Rainbow asked in disbelief. “I mean it’s bad enough he keeps Johanna locked up all day. Now he wants to marry her?!”
“Just when we think that no good varmint can’t get no worse!” Applejack spoke in irritation.
“We can’t let that happen!” Rarity voiced determination.
“And we won’t,” Twilight replied. “He’s going to Mr. Todd’s for a shave. This gives us time to get back to his house and get Johanna out. If we leave now, we’ll have her gone before he gets back. Come on!”
Everypony, and Spike, nodded in agreement and raced down the street in the opposite direction toward Turpin’s house. They knew they needed to work fast if they hoped to get Johanna out of the house. For should Turpin return from the barbershop earlier than planned… may Celestia have mercy upon their souls.
*I along with Sonata follow our friends to Fleet Street, unaware that two figures in the shadows were watching.*
Later that day, the humanized Mane Six and Spike made their way through the streets of London in search of the Old Bailey Courthouse. This very courthouse was where Judge Turpin presided over, the place where he dispensed his version of justice. After their talk with Sweeney Todd, who agreed to help hide Johanna, they carried forth on Anthony’s plan. As for the young boy in question, he returned to the Turpin estate to see Johanna to make sure she’d be ready to leave with him later.
In the meantime, the girls and Spike volunteered to spy on Turpin to make sure he stayed away from home in the meantime. Which led to their eventual finding of Old Bailey. They couldn’t help but gape over how large and intimidating the courthouse looked judging by the exterior alone.
“This is just the kind of place you’d imagine a heartless blowhard like Turpin would be,” Rainbow Dash remarked. “This place gives me the creeps!”
Zipp: Yeah, I agree.
Me: It’s the ashes from the factories.
“Certainly not a Hall of Justice if you ask me,” Rarity agreed. “Not to mention it’s completely out of date. Could stand to use new paint, maybe some marble buffing, or even…”
“Not the time, Rarity!” Applejack interrupted. “We gotta make sure Turpin don’t head on back tah the house till Anthony and Johanna leave.”
“How are we going to do this?” Fluttershy asked meekly. “Turpin doesn’t exactly like us at all; we can’t just strike a conversation with him for a few hours.”
“It doesn’t matter what we do,” Twilight Sparkle spoke up. “We need to keep him as far away from his house for a while.”
“What are we supposed to do at the moment?” Spike asked.
“We keep a close eye on the judge and track his every move. We’ll have to sneak into the courthouse and keep him in sight at all times.”
Izzy: Ooh! Maximum sneaky: engaged!
Me: Well, it’s not Bilbo sneaky, but it’ll do.
“Well, let’s stop wasting time and get in there!” Rainbow replied.
Twilight held out her hands and the group grabbed hands forming a circle. She used her magic to teleport them inside the building. Thankfully, the interior was hardly well lit, leaving their entry shrouded in darkness. Once inside, the group silently slinked through the halls until they came upon a large courtroom. And it was there where Judge Turpin himself lurked over the proceedings.
Turpin sat upon his podium, the personification of power, very high at the bench. He was dressed in a black robe and powdered white wig. He glared down toward the accused stand where a wasted wretch of a boy no older than ten years old stood. Beadle Bamford stood at the foot of the podium, closest to the boy, with many other members of the grand jury around and about. Before the stunned gaze of the group, this boy was currently on trial.
“Is that a kid?” Applejack whispered, horrified. “Why is he on trial?”
Hitch: He’s a juvenile! Why is a juvenile being tried in a regular court?!
Me: (shrugs) Juves didn’t exist back then.
“This is the second time, sir, that you have been brought before this bench,” Turpin announced to the boy. “Though it is my earnest wish to ever temper justice with mercy, your persistent dedication to a life of crime is an abomination before God and man.”
Sunny: He’s only a kid!
“Are you serious?!” Rainbow whispered harshly. “He’s a kid! I bet the only bad thing he’s probably done is steal a loaf of bread!”
“I therefore sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead, and may the lord have mercy on your soul,” Turpin declared, banging his gavel. “This court is adjourned!”
Sunny: H-H-H-Hanged?!
Me: Hanging’s were very popular back in those days.
Pipp: How can they hang someone so young?!
Me: Juvenile courts were established long after the Industrial Revolution, and long after the reforms were established.
Zipp: I hate this place.
The wretched boy collapsed in sobs. The Beadle was pleased with the verdict as a couple guards quickly came forth to remove him from the bench. The remainder of the court began to file out, among them the Judge himself. The Mane Six and Spike looked on with shock and disbelief from the sentence Turpin delivered.
“Why that no good, slimy, rotten, mother-bucker!” Rainbow whispered harshly.
Posey: Language!
I laughed at that.
“Ah outta run in there and buck him so hard he explodes into a million pieces here and now!” Applejack growled lowly.
“We can’t let that poor boy get hanged!” Fluttershy cried tearfully.
“Trust me Flutters, we won’t!” Rainbow voiced determination. “Wait here!”
“I’m with ya hon!” Applejack replied.
Izzy: Yes! Yes! Rescue mission activated!
Both the tomboy Pegasus and her southern belle marefriend quickly snuck their way through the halls of the courthouse once more. Thankfully, most of the judges and jurors present were too preoccupied to notice them sneaking about. Rounding a nearby corner, they spotted the two guards escorting the sniveling boy through the halls and the sight made their blood boil. Quickly as possible, they snuck behind the guards and delivered two of the biggest, strongest blows that sent the guards flying toward a nearby wall, knocking them out cold. The frightened boy turned behind him and eyed his saviors with confusion.
“Who’re you?” The boy asked timidly. “What’re you doin’ ‘ere?”
“No time to explain, kid,” Rainbow replied. “You must get out of here now and get as far away as possible before anyone notices you’re gone.”
Applejack then reached into the hem of her dress and pulled out a bag of bits, which she handed to the boy.
“Take this and get on a train or wutever tah get far away from here,” Applejack instructed. “Go, live yer life, and stay outta trouble, ya hear?”
The boy looked down at the tiny bag in his hand, then toward the two girls. Tears fell from his face as he smiled.
“Thank yer, thank yer both,” He said gratefully. “Yer both the personification of kindness yer are.”
“Just go!” Rainbow ordered.
The kid quickly made a mad dash down the hall toward the nearest door. The two women watched the runaway, hoping to Celestia that he’d be alright.
Me: Well, that was nice of them. (sighs) They certainly stand out in this shit infested city.
Sunny: Does it…get any better?
Me: By the turn of the Century, it does, and even then there’s tens of decades before significant change is put into effect.
Sunny: That’s horrible!
Me: (shrugs) Well, that’s history for ya.
Shortly after freeing the young boy from the fate of the hangman’s noose, Applejack & Rainbow Dash reunited with the girls and Spike. By now, they had teleported themselves outside the building just as the Judge and the Beadle walked away from the impressive edifices of the Old Bailey. Spotting the approaching figures, the group quickly hid behind a nearby wall and poked their heads out to observe the pair of evil men.
“Thank you, your Honor,” Beadle thanked Turpin gratefully. “Just the sentence we wanted.”
“Was he guilty?” Turpin replied.
“Well, if he didn’t do it, he’s surely done something to warrant a hanging.”
Zipp: What?!
“What man has not?” Turpin muttered under his breath.
Zipp: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!!
Pipp: (rubbing ears) And you call me the loud one!
“Sir?” Beadle questioned.
“No matter,” Turpin brushed off. “Come, walk home with me.”
The men made their way off the grounds of the Old Bailey down a nearby street. The Mane Six and Spike quickly followed behind, keeping a decent distance so as not to be seen by their targets.
“I have news for you, my friend,” Turpin spoke, mid-walk. “In order to shield her from the evils of this world, I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.”
Even at a distance, the announcement shocked the whole group beyond disgust. They couldn’t believe the very words coming from the old man’s mouth.
Zipp: He’s going to what!?
Pipp: Oh, ew! That is disgusting!
Hitch: What is wrong with that man?!
Misty huddled in the corner, trying to block the image of Opaline forcing her into marriage.
“Girls… did he really just say that?” Spike asked, disgusted.
“Afraid so, Spike,” Twilight nodded.
“But he’s, like, old enough to be her grandfather!” Rainbow cringed.
“The thought of it’s enough to make you vomit,” Rarity gagged.
Pipp: I’m trying hard not to myself!
Sprout: I can’t take this anymore!
The red pony up and galloped to the front lobby.
Me: NO REFUNDS!!!
He stopped, and then slumped back into his seat.
Sprout: I hate you.
Me: Hey, you can leave if you want to—
Sprout: Forget it! I’m getting my money’s worth from this movie!
“Ah, sir, happy news indeed,” Beadle said joyfully.
“Strange, though, when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain… reluctance,” Turpin voiced confusion.
“I wonder why,” Spike voiced sarcasm. “He’s probably the worst bachelor in the entire city.”
The Beadle proceeded with exquisite and obsequious delicacy:
Beadle (Sings): Excuse me, my lord, May I request, my lord, Permission, my lord, to speak? Forgive me if I suggest, my lord, You’re looking less than your best, my lord, There’s powder upon your vest, my lord. And stubble upon your cheek, And ladies, my lord, are weak.
Zipp: How dare he!
Izzy: That is not true!
Sunny: Mares are just as strong as stallions!
As they rounded the corner, the Judge brushed his chin to confirm the Beadle’s word. When even that wasn’t enough, he examined his appearance from the reflection of the nearest window.
“Stubble, you say?” Turpin asked. “Perhaps at times I am a little overhasty with my morning ablutions…”
Me: I personally like beards. Beards are cool.
Izzy: And Alphabittle has the best beard that I’ve ever seen!
Beadle (Sings cheerfully): Fret not though, my lord, I know a place, my lord, A barber, my lord, of skill. Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord, Some eau de cologne to brace my lord And musk to enhance the chase, my lord, You’ll dazzle the girl until—
“Until?” Turpin questioned.
Beadle (Sings): She bows to your every will.
“A barber, eh?” Turpin pondered with intrigue. “Take me to him.”
“I am honored, my lord,” Beadle nodded. “His name is Todd… Sweeney Todd. And he is the very last word in barberin’.”
Me: Well, well, well. Just like that, he’s on his way. And the Beadle kept his word.
Zipp: That’s good to know, at least.
The two men head off, strolling down the road toward Fleet Street. The Mane Six and Spike emerged from hiding, staring at them along the way.
“Can you believe that guy?” Rainbow asked in disbelief. “I mean it’s bad enough he keeps Johanna locked up all day. Now he wants to marry her?!”
“Just when we think that no good varmint can’t get no worse!” Applejack spoke in irritation.
“We can’t let that happen!” Rarity voiced determination.
“And we won’t,” Twilight replied. “He’s going to Mr. Todd’s for a shave. This gives us time to get back to his house and get Johanna out. If we leave now, we’ll have her gone before he gets back. Come on!”
Every pony, and Spike, nodded in agreement and raced down the street in the opposite direction toward Turpin’s house. They knew they needed to work fast if they hoped to get Johanna out of the house. For should Turpin return from the barbershop earlier than planned… may Celestia have mercy upon their souls.
Me: (thoughts) Oh, my God I just realized something! If Turpin leaves to find Johanna about leave and the Equestrians are there with her, then that would mean…Oh fuck!
Sunny: They’re going to save Johanna!
Zipp: And Turpin’s gonna die.
Back on Fleet Street, inside the pie shop, Mrs. Lovett kept Toby entertained. The boy himself was blissfully unaware of whatever horror had befallen his master. In that moment, the two sat around the table as Mrs. Lovett poured Toby a glass of gin… not his first. Many may think it wasn’t wise for a boy so young to be drinking, but such was a commonplace in Victorian London (Especially regarding child labor).
Hitch: (cringes) I still can’t get how he can drink so much alcohol.
Me: Child labor in the factories.
Hitch: Yeah, I know. It doesn’t make it any less bad.
The boy gulped down the gin between ravenous bites of another meat pie. All the while, Mrs. Lovett nervously glanced up at the ceiling, by now hearing it was quiet. She couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on up there and what her two cohorts were up to.
“You ought to slow down a bit, lad,” Mrs. Lovett strongly advised. “It’ll go straight to your head.”
“Weaned on the stuff, I was,” Toby replied, slightly slurred. “They used to give it to us at the workhouse, so’s we could sleep. Not that you’d ever want to sleep in that place, ma’am. Not with the things wot happen in the dark.”
“That’s nice, dear…” Mrs. Lovett answered, getting to her feet. “I think I’ll just pop in on Mr. Todd for a tick. You’ll be all right here?”
“Leave the bottle,” Toby requested.
Mrs. Lovett merely gave a roll of her eyes, but otherwise didn’t object. Against her better judgment, she left the bottle of gin on the table for the boy as she departed from the shop.
Zipp: How much is he going to drink before he dies of alcohol poisoning?
Sunny: Zipp!
Hitch: More likely, he’ll just pass out. It’s probably not his first bottle.
In the barber shop just upstairs, Chrysalis and Sweeney Todd were cleaning the mess made not too long ago. The memory of what happened was still fresh in their minds, not to mention the adrenaline still running over the entire ordeal. Sweeney had cleaned off his blade, while Chrysalis mopped the leftover blood off the floor.
“That’s the last of the blood,” She commented. “And nothing left on the windows.”
“For now,” Sweeney replied casually.
It was then that the door swung open with a bell chime. Mrs. Lovett entered the shop as Todd methodically cleaned his razor.
“Gawd, the lad is drinking me out of house and home,” Lovett sighed in annoyance. “How long until Pirelli gets back?”
Sweeney merely turned around as he cleaned his razor, fresh blood still on the sleeve of his arm.
“He won’t be back,” Todd said menacingly.
“Not now… or ever again,” Chrysalis added.
Mrs. Lovett gasped loudly, noticing the blood on Sweeney’s arm.
“Mr. T., you didn’t!” She gasped, instantly suspicious.
Zipp: Uhuh, they did.
“Don’t believe us?” Chrysalis questioned. “Check the chest.”
Chrysalis casually pointed one hand toward the chest. Mrs. Lovett quickly made her way over to throw the lid open. One peek inside, and she quickly slammed it shut, spinning toward the pair. Horror was plastered on her face upon seeing the remains of Pirelli at the bottom of that chest.
“You’re barking mad!” Mrs. Lovett whispered in shock. “Both of you! Killing a man wot done you no harm.”
Zipp: No harm?!
Pipp: Nu uh!
Sunny: So…is she condemning it?
“He recognized me from the old days,” Sweeney explained nonchalantly. “Tried to blackmail me—half my earnings.”
“And he tried to sway me into abandoning Mr. Todd to work for him,” Chrysalis added. “He wanted to have me to sleep with him to prove my loyalty.”
“Oh well, that’s a different matter!” Mrs. Lovett sighed in relief. “For a moment there I thought you two lost your marbles.”
Me: Nope. She’s just as crazy as the other two.
She pulled the chest open once more, staring at the bloody corpse lying within.
“Ooooh! All that blood!” She shook her head. “Enough to make you come all over gooseflesh, ain’t it? Poor bugger. Oh, well.”
Mrs. Lovett started to close the chest, but then had an idea. She reached in and rummaged around the bloodied pockets of the dead man. Eventually, she pulled out Pirelli’s chatelaine purse and opened it to reveal its contents.
“Three quid! Well, waste not, want not, I always say…”
Hitch: Wait…is that technically grave-robbing? (thinks) Actually, it’s more tampering with evidence.
She tucked the purse into her dress and slammed the lid of the chest once more.
“Now this presents us with a new challenge,” Chrysalis spoke up. “What are we going to do about the boy?”
Sweeney stared at his razor, completely lost in thought over the blood he’d spilled. And yet… there was so much more he could do. So, why stop there?
“Send him up,” Todd replied.
Sunny: (scared) Wait…what does that mean?
Me: That’s an outdated saying, but most likely it means: murder.
Sunny: What?! No!
Zipp: (iffy) I wouldn’t put it past him.
Mrs. Lovett snapped her head in his direction, the concern as plain as the nose on her face.
“Oh, we don’t need to worry about him,” Lovett implored. “He’s a simple thing. I’ll pawn him off with some story.”
“Send him up, woman!” Sweeney demanded coldly.
“I agree with Mr. Todd,” Chrysalis vouched for him. “We let the boy live, he’ll tell the next person he meets that he showed up here with Pirelli. Word will get out and people will wonder where he is. And eventually, they’ll realize he was last seen here before he went missing. When the police put two-and-two together, it’s off to jail with us.”
Me: Cold hard logic. It’s fucking terrifying.
But even with the threat of imprisonment, or worse, the last thing Mrs. Lovett wanted was any harm to come to a boy so young. Acting quickly, Mrs. Lovett threw in a new idea.
“Now, Mr. T., surely one’s enough for today,” Lovett replied. “Don’t want to indulge yourself, after all… ‘Sides, I was thinking about hiring a lad to help around the shop, me poor knees not being what they used to be.”
Sunny: She’s showing sympathy for him! Yes, he doesn’t have to die!
Misty: That’s great! (mumbles) I think…
Sweeney thought about this idea for a moment. On one hand, killing the boy could put an end to their troubles here and now. Then again, if anyone knew the two at all, they’d come looking for him. Keeping the boy to work in the shop could possibly buy his loyalty and he’ll forget about Pirelli altogether. With a sigh, Todd moved to his familiar post by the window.
“Alright,” Sweeney replied. “Anything you say.”
“Mark my words you two,” Chrysalis warned. “Keeping that boy here is the worst idea you can think of. If this blows up in our faces, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Opaline: (hidden) See, Misty? She has the right idea. This idea is only going to come back and bite them in the flanks.
“‘Course we’ll have to stock up on the gin,” Mrs. Lovett suggested. “The boy drinks like a Barbary sailor—”
But Sweeney Todd paid her no heed. He stood by the nearby window, looking out toward the streets below. Suddenly, as Todd looked out the window, his expression widened. Todd gasped – a great, shocking intake of breath as his whole body tensed like iron – Mrs. Lovett spun to him and turned toward his direction.
Emerging down the street, from the alleyway across the street, were two men. One was the Beadle pointing his cane at the Bakery and the other… the other was the very man Todd refused to forget his entire life.
Pipp: There he is!
Hitch: Just like he promised.
Izzy: No! Don’t go in there! It’s jinxie!
Me: Yes, go in there. Your fate awaits you.
“The Judge!” Todd gasped.
Chrysalis curiously approached the window just in time to see all the activity below. Sure enough, they could see the Judge and the Beadle approaching. She could see the men were exchanging a few words and at first glance they appeared to be nothing more than simple stuffy residents of this industrious city.
“Is that him?” Chrysalis asked.
The disguised changeling caught a glare from Todd, one filled with fire and brimstone in a cauldron boiling with blood. Much to her own surprise, she backed down, which was a big deal for her.
Sunny: She’s scared of him!
Pipp: It’s one new thing after another.
Me: Johnny Depp always uses that look in…most of his collabs with Tim Burton. It’s fucking creepy and I love it!
“I have not forgotten his face for years,” Todd whispered, eyes blazing. “Not since the day he sent me away and took my wife and daughter for his own.”
It was then Chrysalis caught the shining glint in Todd’s trusted razor. The burning anger within his eyes reflected ever so fiercely. It was all coming together.
‘It’s not justice he wants… it’s revenge,’ Chrysalis realized. ‘Revenge for something that was… unjustly stolen from him.’
Me: This is so fascinating.
“Get out,” Todd commanded, almost in a whisper.
Todd turned around toward the two women, who didn’t move.
“Get out!” He shouted.
Mrs. Lovett gave him a quick kiss then very quickly left the room, realizing what Todd yearned to accomplish. Chrysalis turned to leave as well, until…
“Wait!”
Izzy: Eh?
Chrysalis stopped and turned toward Todd, who prepared himself.
“You stay,” Todd instructed simply.
Sunny: What, really?
Pipp: Oh! This is interesting!
Chrysalis merely nodded her head as Todd turned from the window and looked around the shop, shifting nervously. Now that his great moment of revenge was at hand, he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. Todd moved toward the mirror desk in the room, his large razor in hand. He coiled by the door, prepared to kill the judge as soon as he walked into the room.
No… Todd realized how much he wanted to savor this moment. He quickly moved and put the razor down, deciding a different approach was in order. He’d give the man a shave, so as to savor the taste of having the man at his every whim. And when his guard was down, Todd would kill him. He looked toward the mirror, realizing his sleeve was still stained with the blood of Pirelli. He went over and put on his jacket.
“I’m going to kill him,” Todd declared. “I’m going to have my revenge.”
Zipp: I figured that was going to happen.
Sunny gulped.
The very sound of the notion gave a notorious glint in Chrysalis’ eyes. After all, she herself dreamed of enacting her own personal revenge.
“Opportunity knocks,” She replied, with a growing smirk. “So, how are you going to kill him?”
“I won’t kill him right away,” Todd replied. “No, I want to savor the moment, have him at my mercy, let my misery and memories of my hate for him drive my every move.”
Me: Quick and clean, he is. Smooth and subtle.
The changeling was in total bliss at the very words this barber was telling her; it was like her very dreams were about to come true.
“I need you to help me make him feel comfortable,” Todd declared, straightening his coat.
“Let me guess,” The woman licked her lips. “Because I am a woman, a pretty woman at that, you believe that is the key.”
“Yes,” Todd nodded, lost in thought. “Every man in this world wants nothing more than a pretty woman… they are willing to do anything to get their dirty hands on one.”
Me: I can believe that.
Sunny: This is not good, Sweeney. There’s still good in you!
I sat back staring at the orange pony in disbelief. It seemed that she was a regular denial of evil people. Sooner or later, she’s going to see the truth.
Something about the darkness on the barber’s face, especially his eyes, rubbed the changeling off. It wasn’t like she knew nothing of darkness. After all, one of her colleagues was the literal embodiment of darkness and shadows, the definition of unsanctioned evil. But perhaps it was something about Todd’s motivations. No, that couldn’t be right. Every one of her Equestrian colleagues, Chrysalis included, were all motivated by revenge. But if that wasn’t it…
‘What are you hoping to accomplish, Mr. Todd?’ Chrysalis pondered to herself.
Finally, Sweeney Todd stood. All his demons settled into a bizarre form of calmness. They could hear the Judge’s footsteps climbing the stairs. And then, the door opened, and in walked none other than Judge Turpin. Chrysalis stepped back, noting Todd’s urge to hide the change in his demeanor. She eyed the man up and down, sizing him up. His appearance reeked of slime and arrogance, as if he wanted people to hate him right at the moment. But his attention was not on Chrysalis, but toward the barber.
Pipp: And so, he enters.
“Mr. Todd?” The Judge presumed.
The man’s voice was very oily, as if it was permeating like a stream through her bloodstream freezing it to the touch. Todd himself slowly turned to face the Judge, like seeing a familiar face for the first time.
“At your service…” Todd ‘politely’ greeted the judge. “An honor to receive your patronage, my lord.”
“You know me, sir?”
Todd gave a polite bow, though Chrysalis could sense and feel the bleeding hatred between the lines.
“Who in this wide world is not familiar with the honored Judge Turpin?”
Hitch: He is working so hard not to even glare at him. That takes skill.
Me: In this case, that is true to his nature as a barber. Smooth and subtle, that’s the way it goes.
The Judge grunted and glanced around the shop with a raised brow. No doubt there was disgust in his glance, eyeing the facility up and down. Specifically, the wooden rafters as opposed to the clean marble he was so used to. To him, it was a perfect reflection of the low end society residing in Fleet Street.
“These premises are hardly prepossessing and yet the Beadle tells me you are the most accomplished of all the barbers in the city,” Turpin finally said.
“That is gracious of him, sir…” Todd replied.
The man turned his head to Chrysalis, nodding to the Judge. Immediately, Chrysalis knew what he wanted of her, and it sickened her just to be in proximity with Turpin. Even if she were a Siren, like the three stooges who make the order, she wouldn’t want anything to do with him. Grumbling, she obliged, approaching the man to remove his coat.
“… Sir, if you please, sir,” Chrysalis indicated for the Judge to sit. “Sit.”
As expected, the grimy eyes of the Judge looked at her. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes.
Zipp: I can’t tell if this is ironic or not.
Me: I would say: yes it is.
“Pardon my assistant,” Todd replied, as she walked away. “And what may I do for you today, sir? A stylish trimming of the hair? A soothing skin massage?”
As Chrysalis hung the Judge’s coat, she could still feel the Judge looking at her.
‘Disgusting man,’ She thought to herself. ‘He deserves whatever Todd gives him.’
Finally, as the Judge took his seat in the chair, he began to sing. He sang of desire to be presentable in apparel, all to satisfy the love of someone unnamed to them.
Judge Turpin (Sings): You see, sir, a man infatuate with love, Her ardent and eager slave. So, fetch the pomade and pumice stone And lend me a more seductive tone, A sprinkling perhaps of French cologne, But first, sir, I think—a shave.
Todd (Sings): The closest I ever gave.
The Judge loosened his ascot and collar, as he sat in the chair. Todd whipped a sheet over the Judge, then tucked the bib in. The Judge hummed, flicking imaginary dust off the sheet; Todd whistled gaily, the burning eyes into the man growing brighter.
“You’re in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd,” Turpin noticed.
Zipp: He’s got him right where he wants him.
Pipp: I see what you mean by this being a great musical, Plymouth.
Me: Thank you, Pipp. And I’m really excited about this scene. It’s got two of the best songs on the soundtrack back-to-back.
The barber merely carried on, picking up the next verse as he mixed the shaving lather.
Todd (Sings): ‘Tis your delight, sir, catching fire From one man to the next.
Judge (Sings): ‘Tis true, sir, love can still inspire The blood to pound, the heart leap higher.
Both (Sings): What more, what more can man require—
Judge (Sings): Than love, sir?
Todd (Sings): More than love, sir.
Judge (Sings): What, sir?
Todd (Sings): Women.
Judge (Sings): Ah yes, women.
Todd (Sings): Pretty women.
The Judge hummed jauntily; the thought of pretty women distracted him so. Todd whistled and started stropping his razor rhythmically. He then lathered the Judge’s face. Still whistling, Todd stood back to survey the judge, who by now was totally relaxed, eyes closed. No doubt Turpin was off in a land of twisted wonder, not realizing just how much danger he had put himself in. Todd was completely focused on what he was set out to do.
Pipp: This song is just filled with beautiful tension!
Me: (aside) Yep, Joshscorcher knew exactly what he was talking about.
All the while, Chrysalis sat and watched as the scene unfolded, as if she were taking notes. There was something about this she longed to remember, to learn from, and to apply to her own ventures. She longingly dreamt of having these very moments with her most despised enemies, while she slept at night cursing her every failure.
She watched silently as Todd picked up his most prized razor. Immediately, the entire tone of the scene shifted. The barber sang a soft, somber tone to his prized possession, preparing for the daunting and most important task at hand.
Todd (Sings): Now then, my friend. Now to your purpose. Patience, enjoy it. Revenge can’t be taken in haste.
Judge (Sings, opening his eyes): Make haste, and if we wed, You’ll be commended, sir.
Despite the Judge’s rude interruption, something he said caught Todd and Chrysalis’ attention. The barber approached the chair, leaning toward his customer.
Todd (Sings): My lord… And who, may it be said, Is your intended, sir?
Judge (Sings): My ward.
Shock tremored through Todd—as the Judge closed his eyes again and settled in comfortably… the barber’s rage slightly rising…
Pipp: You can see just how hard he’s trying to hold back.
Sunny gulped again, hiding behind her hooves. And humming and whistling along to the song probably didn’t help her nerves.
“And pretty as a rosebud,” The Judge sighed.
“Pretty as her mother?” Todd suggested, aside.
“What?” The Judge sat up, mildly puzzled. “What was that?”
“Oh, nothing, sir,” Todd dismissed the notion quickly. “Nothing. May we proceed?”
Turpin sat back in the chair, once again comfortable for the service to begin. Chrysalis watched with anticipation as Sweeney Todd stepped behind the Judge—his razor ready—certain of the great moment to come—Todd finally placed the razor at the man’s neck, ever so inching closer to the skin. She could feel the want to see the blood spill all over his throat.
The entire audience sucked in a terrified gasp…
And then, with an easy flick of his wrist, Todd cleanly shaved the man’s chin as he sang. All the while, he snuck glances toward Chrysalis while doing so. He had no idea why, but he found his gaze drawn to her… to the creature behind the mask of beauty.
Me: I thought as much. He’s eyeing her up, too.
Zipp: I bet he’s gonna do something to her by the end of this movie.
Todd (Sings): Pretty women… Fascinating… Sipping coffee, dancing… Pretty women Are a wonder. Pretty women.
Sitting in the window or Standing on the stair, Something in them Cheers the air.
Pipp: This melody is wonderful!
Me: Tell you what, I’m gonna let you borrow my copy of the album after this is over.
Pipp: Really?! Thank you!
Pretty women…
Judge (Sings): Silhouetted…
Todd (Sings): Stay within you…
Judge (Sings): Glancing…
Todd (Sings): Stay forever…
Judge (Sings): Breathing lightly…
Todd (Sings): Pretty women…
Judge & Todd (Sings): Pretty women! Blowing out their candles or Combing out their hair…They proceeded to sing simultaneously:
Me: This is so great!
Sunny: This is so terrible! I can’t watch!
Judge (Sings): Then they leave… Even when they leave you And vanish, they somehow Can still remain There with you, There with you.
Todd (Sings): Even when they leave, They still Are there. They’re there.
Judge & Todd (Sings): Ah, Pretty women…
Todd (Sings): At their mirrors…
Judge (Sings): In their gardens…
Todd (Sings): Letter-writing…
Judge (Sings): Flower-picking…
Todd (Sings): Weather-watching…
Judge & Todd (Sings): How they make a man sing! Proof of heaven As you’re living— Pretty women, sir!
There was no doubt about it this time. The music approaches a feverish crescendo, as Chrysalis braced herself. Todd was just about to finally kill the Judge right before her eyes. Her gaze widened with a toothy, evil smile. She relished this moment, waiting to see a man’s revenge exacted in the most perfect way imaginable.
Todd (Sings): Pretty women, here’s to Pretty women, all the Pretty women—
At the height of the climax, Todd raised his arm in a huge arc. Todd was about to go in for the killing slice, to finally have his vengeance for all the pain and agony the vile judge inflicted upon him many years ago. Chrysalis leaned closely as the barber was about to slash the Judge’s throat when—
Suddenly, the door burst open as Anthony rushed in!
“Mr. Todd! I’ve seen Johanna! She said she’ll leave with me tonight—!”
Sunny: Is he dead? (looks) Oh, he’s not! But wait, (gasps) He knows!
Zipp: Augh, I hate this stupid trope of dumb coincidences happening at the worst times!
Me: It’s usually relegated to the theater.
The sailor stopped as soon as he realized who was sitting as Todd’s customer. The Judge leapt up, away from Todd, fueled with burning anger.
“You!” Turpin snarled. “There is indeed a higher power to warn me thus in time—”
The old man tore off the white sheet, wiping off the shaving lather and threw it angrily at Anthony, as he advanced savagely.
“Johanna elope with you? Deceiving slut! I’ll lock her up in some obscure retreat where neither you nor any other vile creature shall ever lay eyes on her again—!”
He then spun with venom toward Todd, who was so despondent he didn’t react when the Judge spat at the man.
“And as for you, barber, it is all too clear what company you keep. Service them well and hold their custom—for you’ll have none of mine.”
Hitch: Anthony I can understand, but he had no reason to be angry at Todd!
Sunny: (gasps) But if he’s going home early, what about Princess Twilight and the others?!
There were collective gasps among the audience.
Me: It’s gonna get interesting.
And just like that, Judge Turpin stormed right out of the building, with no intent of ‘every’ returning for another service. But instead, the Judge had his own plans to enact. Sweeney Todd did not give chase, nor did he utter in an objection or plea, he just stood there… frozen.
To say the disguised changeling was furious was an understatement. It looked like Chrysalis’s face was oozing radioactive waste, with a fuse ready to ignite due to the heat of the burning anger.
“You… insolent fool!” Chrysalis shrieked. “You realize what you’ve done?! You show up at the most inopportune moment… and you ruined everything!”
“But Ms. Winters—you and Mr. Todd have to help me—” Anthony tried reasoning. “I’ve talked to Johanna and—!”
“Your excuses have no meaning! If you know what’s good for you, you stay away and never return on your life!”
“But—”
Todd suddenly turned toward Anthony with a ferocious roar:
“OUT! OUT, I SAY!!!”
Sunny: But he’s trying to help Todd’s daughter! Surely you would understand that?!
I placed my griffon claw to my face, trying very hard not to growl loudly.
Me: (to reader) I’m gonna call it part one here just to be safe. Next one’s gonna be a doozy! >>next
Glad Rainbow and Applejack saved that kid from being hanged. But Anthony botched Todd's plan to finish the Judge, and now he'll be going back. And he wants to marry her to keep others from wanting her. Ugh!!! I think I just threw up in my mouth.
Utterly stunned at his friend’s ferocity, a temper that worked wonders, Anthony backed away and hastily rushed out of the shop, out of sight. In the quiet ambience of the shop, Chrysalis’s huffing slowly calmed down as she turned around toward Todd. Very agitated, he stood over his chance motionless, as if he were in shock. She could see his mind was cracking apart and it didn’t get any better when Mrs. Lovett hurried in.
“All this shouting and running about, what’s happened—?” Mrs. Lovett asked.
“I had him—and then—” Todd muttered.
Zipp: I imagine that he’s beyond pissed off.
Me: Yes! Here it is! The best song of the whole soundtrack! Thank you, Schafrillas!
“The sailor busted in, I know,” Mrs. Lovett finished. “I saw them both running down the street and I said—”
Todd (Sings): I had him! His throat was bare Beneath my hand—!
Mrs. Lovett tried to comfort him to no avail. “There, there, dear. Don’t fret—”
Todd (Sings): No, I had him! His throat was there, And he’ll never come again!
Me w/Todd (Sings): Why did I wait? You told me to wait! Now he’ll never come again…
Chrysalis could feel the mood growing ferocious as she bore witness to Todd’s wrenching insanity. By now, he was already close to the surface, and finally… he exploded.
Me w/Todd (Sings): There’s a hole in the world Like a great black pit And it’s filled with people Who are filled with shit And the vermin of the world Inhabit it— But not for long!
Me: This is the song of a madman…who’s cracked.
Pipp: You seem to love singing along with it.
Me: Thanks, Pipp. Mind you, it’s become one of my recent favorites.
Suddenly, Todd turned toward Mrs. Lovett and Chrysalis—the former started back—alarmed by the pure madness in his eyes—while Chrysalis gazed with a sense of awe.
Me w/Todd (Sings): They all deserve to die! Tell you why, my dear pets, Tell you why: Because in all of the whole human race, little pets There are two kinds of men and only two. There’s the one staying put In his proper place And the one with his foot In the other one’s face— Look at me, little pets, Look at you—
Suddenly, he lurched and grabbed Mrs. Lovett tightly—
Sunny gasped again.
Me /wTodd (Sings): No, we all deserve to die! Even you, Mrs. Lovett, Even I. Because the lives of the wicked should be— Made brief. For the rest of us, death Will be a relief— We all deserve to die!
Todd clutched her to him very tightly, slashing the air violently with the other hand. Then suddenly, he keened, a howl of pure agony:
Me w/Todd (Sings): And I’ll never see Johanna, No, I’ll never hug my girl to me—
He hurled Mrs. Lovett away from him, the latter landing in Chrysalis’s grasp briefly before even the Changeling cast the baker aside.
Me w/Todd (shouts): FINISHED!!
All at once, as Sweeney Todd kept slashing the air ravenously, Chrysalis found herself gazing—
As I stood up from my seat, I put on a sinister face as the lights turned blood red.
Pipp: Yes! I love the live performances this theater gives us!
Zipp: This is…kinda spooky.
—Into Todd’s mind.
Somehow, Chrysalis found herself outside the streets, among the people of London in the streets. It didn’t take long to find Todd, stalking relentlessly, holding his razor, striding down the street like a tiger. The many pedestrians they passed hardly noticed them, not even the fact that Chrysalis was outside her human disguise. They are invisible to them, wolves among the sheep, as the barber beckoned—
Me w/Todd (Sings): All right! You, sir, How about a shave? Come and visit Your good friend, Sweeney—!
And they continued in stride, Todd beckoning another man:
Me w/Todd (Sings): You, sir, too, sir— Welcome to the grave! I will have vengeance, I will have salvation!
Once more, Todd and Chrysalis continued in stride, the latter watching him beckoning more and more men:
Me w/Todd (Sings): Who, sir? You, sir? No one’s in the chair— Come on, come on, Sweeney’s waiting! I want you bleeders!
You, sir—anybody! Gentlemen, now don’t be shy! Not one man, no, Nor ten men, Nor a hundred Can assuage me— I will have you!
Pipp: He is putting on the performance of a lifetime! (whistles) You’re doing great!
Hitch: (concerned) He uh…he’s very good at…impersonating Sweeney.
Izzy: I would be more impressed if I wasn’t so scared!
And from one man to another, Todd continued to prowl as Chrysalis followed like a lioness with the lion.
Me w/Todd (Sings): And I will get him back Even as he gloats. In the meantime, I’ll practice On less honorable throats—
Suddenly, Todd fell to his knees. Chrysalis loomed over him as he keened in anguish—
Me w/Todd (Sings): And my Lucy lies in ashes And I’ll never see my girl again, But the work waits, I’m alive at last And I’m full of JOOOOOOOOY!!!
With one final exalted cry, Sweeney Todd raised his razor high on the soaring last note. Just as Chrysalis reached out, something pulled her back… her view suddenly obscured by a strange, frenzied fluttering of black wings. She fought to pull herself back, as she discovered the black wings are pigeons, thousands of them, flying up in a great cloud…
Chrysalis was pulled back to finally discover that Todd knelt in the heart of a church square… empty but for him. As his cry came to an end, Chrysalis was slashed back to—
As the song ended, I fell to my knees, panting out of breath on the stage in front of the entire audience. There was something in my performance that caused me to pour all my anger and pain into it. I stood up as the lights returned to their normal color.
Sweeney Todd, kneeling on the floor of his shop. Sweat poured through his clothes, panting for breath. Beside Chrysalis, Mrs. Lovett stood. And like Chrysalis, they looked down at him intently.
Pipp: (clapping hooves) That was great, Plymouth!
Izzy: (likewise) It was like he jumped out of the screen right in front of us! Only as a griffon instead of a human!
Me: Thanks, really. Something about that song compels me to sing it every time I hear it.
Sunny: (scared) What’s Sweeney going to do now?
“That’s all very well, but what are we going to do about the dear departed?” Mrs. Lovett asked, kicking the chest.
Me: (laughs) That is the most anticlimactic line to say after a grandiose I have ever heard!
But Sweeney Todd didn’t answer. He remained kneeling, motionless. Sighing, Chrysalis approached him.
“Listen Todd!” Chrysalis spoke firmly. “You need to get a hold of yourself! Do you hear me?”
Chrysalis slapped Todd’s cheek—he looked up at her, barely seeing her or Lovett.
Zipp: Seriously? How is he that fazed that he doesn’t respond to a slap to the face?
Hitch: Unless he’s in a coma.
Izzy: Maybe he’s sleepwalking?
“Oh, you great useless thing,” Mrs. Lovett groaned. “Come on—”
Mrs. Lovett hauled him up and practically dragged the barber back to her pie shop, Chrysalis following behind.
Posey: This is all moving too fast to take it all in. And the music makes no sense! It has no rhyme or rhythm.
I actually laughed at that.
Me: Yeah, right.
Finally, they made it back to the pie shop, yet not without a struggle.
“Sit down,” Mrs. Lovett ordered Todd.
Todd thumped down, still in his own dark world. While he sat quietly, Mrs. Lovett quickly glanced around for Toby and then went straight for her parlor. While Lovett was gone, Chrysalis stared at Todd, who just sat in the chair as if under some form of trance. Slowly, she approached Todd’s side and slowly took a seat on the empty chair closest to him. For a moment, they said nothing as she looked out toward the window, occasionally glancing back at his frowning, yet calm face.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Chrysalis asked, comforting. “Coming so close to enacting revenge, only for some fool to rip it away from you at the last moment. There have been many times where my enemies slipped out of my grasp, and every time it only fuels my anger to resolve and return again.”
When Todd didn’t answer, Chrysalis strode toward the window, her own hateful eyes looking toward the people out on the street.
“All those… people. Full of ruthless habits and disgusting minds, yet they have the gall to call me the villain?” Chrysalis scoffed. “Their heroes so blind in their morals and righteousness that they don’t realize there are villains right in their vicinity; even sitting next to them eating… pies, cakes, cookies… and brownies!”
Izzy: How dare you! Those are wonderfully delicious treats and you have no idea what you’re talking about!
Chrysalis paused in her rant, taking this time to draw a few deep breaths before proceeding.
“What reason do they have to live?” She snarled, almost salivating. “Why? Because they are just like everyone else? And we are subjected and purged because we are different? Outcasts? The oddballs of society? They disgust me… all the injustice that is allowed to fester. How did the world become so naïve to the world around them? The world has gone too soft; it deserves to be purged… all of it.”
Whether or not Sweeney Todd heard a single word from Chrysalis, she took every advantage to rant. The years of frustration and anger had been cooped up within her for so long, held back by the need to maintain a sense of regal dignity. Yet even someone like she knows there’s only so much madness within her to contain until even her own patience pools over. Even so, she’s meant to represent the Dark Order as their most trusted among their ranks and here she was in a dreary town with a mad barber without even their permission to enter their premises. And if she were to go back now, if she were to crawl back to the ‘order’ with nothing to show for, she’d be no better than the has-been of a centaur and a misguided filly.
Perhaps, this was just what Sweeney Todd and Chrysalis have in common… outcasts driven by a desire for revenge, yet nowhere within its grasp. Just a regular pair of ‘failures’.
Sunny: It’s…it’s not fair what happened to them.
Zipp: (shakes head) It makes no difference where they came from. All that matters is what they did in the present. And so far, we’ve seen Chrysalis be nothing more than a monster.
Sunny: But…but she and Sweeney…th-they can use each other to become better! Can’t they?!
Zipp: Oh, get your mind straight, Sunny! You can’t be in denial about these things!
Me: She’s either going to return to the Order and be punished for using the portal without permission, or she’s going to be rewarded for her actions in what happens next.
In between, Mrs. Lovett discovered Toby sound asleep on the sofa before the fire. She quickly snatched up a bottle of gin from the sideboard and returned to the pie shop. She found the pair sitting together, pouring a tumbler of gin, and handing it to them.
“There, drink it down,” Mrs. Lovett instructed softly. “All the way—that’s right…”
Sweeney Todd does so, at least having a sense to drink away the sorrow between his frustration.
“… Now, we got a body molderin’ away upstairs,” Mrs. Lovett reminded. “What do you intend we should do about that?”
“Later on, when it’s dark, we’ll take him to some secret place and bury him,” Todd answered.
“Yes, we would do that,” Chrysalis nodded. “It’s not like he has relatives coming to poke around looking for him.”
Meanwhile, Lovett turned to the commonfolk passing her shop. She pondered over what to do with the body of that con barber. Suddenly, an unheard sting played as an idea came to her head… a desperately, despicable, deviously, deceptive, and downright diabolical idea…
“And why should we settle with burying our debts?” Mrs. Lovett inquired.
“What are you rambling about now, Lovett?” Chrysalis groaned, frustrated.
Sunny: (scared) Wh…what does she mean?
“Well, you both know me, sometimes bright ideas just pop right into my head, and I keep thinking…”
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Seems a downright shame…
The two turned to Lovett as she started to saunter towards her counter.
“Shame?” Sweeney asked.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Seems an awful waste… Such a nice plump frame Wot’s-his-name Has… Had… Has… Nor it can’t be traced. Business needs a lift— Debts to be erased— Think of it as thrift, As a gift… If you get my drift… No?
Hitch: I…don’t get it.
As Lovett turned toward the two, Sweeney seemed unresponsive while Chrysalis simply looked unimpressed. She, like her friend, was not following along. Lovett sighed and simply continued sharing her thoughts aloud, ladling the usual ‘filling’ for her pies which was poured back in with an unsatisfying plop.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Seems an awful waste. I mean, With the price of meat what it is, When you get it, If you get it—
Suddenly, Chrysalis and Sweeny slowly turned towards each other. In that moment, they finally understood what the piemaker was implying. A slight smirk grew on the barber’s face while Chrysalis’s response was far more piqued. A villainous idea, yes… but one she most eagerly wants to do.
“Ah!” Sweeney and Chrysalis remarked.
Hitch: Oh. (eyes widen) O-oh! Oh, my…(gags)
Zipp: Holy feathers!
Me: Mary, mother of Christ.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings, warming to the idea): Good, you got it. Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop. Business never better, using only Pussycats and toast. And a pussy’s good for maybe six or Seven at the most. And I’m sure they can’t compare As far as taste—
Sweeney and Chrysalis soon stood up to join her, leading into a triangle dance.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion,
Chrysalis (Sings): And it would be a waste…
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Eminently practical and yet Appropriate as always.
Chrysalis (Sings): It is an idea…
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Mrs. Lovett, how I lived without you All these years, I’ll never know!
Sweeney Todd (w/Chrysalis, sings): How delectable! Also undetectable. How choice! How rare!
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Think about it… Lots of other gentlemen’ll Soon be coming for a shave, Won’t they? Think of All them Pies!
Pipp: (gasps) Ooooooh~! That is beyond villainous!
Sunny: (worried) What?! What is it?!
They soon danced toward the window, watching the passersby, pondering all the potential ‘customers’ for their unethical undertaking to revamp both businesses.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): For what’s the sound of the world out there?
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): What, Mr. Todd? What, Mr. Todd? What is that sound?
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Those crunching noises pervading the air?
Chrysalis (Sings): Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, all around!
Sweeney Todd (Sings): It’s man devouring man, my dears!
All three (Sings): And (then) who are we to deny it, in here?
As Mrs. Lovett returned to her counter, Chrysalis and Sweeney gave a sinister look of agreement.
“Why, Nellie, dear… what a delightfully wicked solution to suggest…” The changeling remarked eagerly, with ecstasy. “I’m getting goosebumps over this!”
“Wicked, yes… but necessary for all of us,” Sweeney added, facing the piemaker. “These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett, and desperate measures are called for!”
Me: Now you see why this is the most grim and twisted musical of all time.
Izzy: No! NOT THE PIES!!
Sprout: I swear I don’t put meat on my pizza, mommy!
Sunny: What is everyone shouting about!?
“Call it what you will… but still… as you said, we’d be doing them a favor anyway. No skin off my brow~”
Soon, the piemaker reached into her oven to pull out a cooked meat pie, placing it down on the counter.
“Here we are now, hot out of the oven…”
The pair eyed the pastry curiously, along with a sly and wicked smile.
“What is that?” Chrysalis and Todd asked, with raised eyebrows.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): It’s priest. Have a little priest.
Sunny: (meek) P-p-priest?!
As Chrysalis realized the intent, she played along while Todd peered his eye from the shop window, toward a person of the very profession welcoming the parish.
Chrysalis (Sings): Is it really good?
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Ma’am, it’s too good, At least. Then again, they don’t commit sins of the flesh, So, it’s pretty fresh.
And as she sang, she too looked outside to the Priest Todd was looking at.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Awful lot of fat.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Only where it sat.
Me: Bleugh. Fat. I always cut around it when eating my proteins.
The barber’s gaze soon turned to an oddly dressed chap reading a book of poetry of all things.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Haven’t you got poet Or something like that?
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): No, you see the trouble with poet Is, how do you know it’s Deceased? Try the priest!
An audible ‘mmm!’ broke their concentration as they turned and saw Chrysalis mimicking a satisfied dining experience, holding the pie in question.
“Mrs. Lovett… simply heavenly! One might say… close to Godliness~ Ha-ha…”
Me: (chuckles) She is so getting into the insanity of this movie, it’s kind of hilarious.
Zipp: Well, it’s where she belongs, among the cockroaches.
Sunny: (almost panting) Priest…poet…
“Why, thank ye, dearie,” Mrs. Lovett responded, in kind. “Now I’ll confess… not as hearty as bishop, perhaps, but not as bland as curate, either. So, it’s good fer business, leaves you wantin’ more. Problem is… we can only get it on Sundays…”
Me: (snaps fingers; Cockney accent) Ah, roigh. Sunday worship and all that.
“Well, what could be simpler then?” Chrysalis slyly suggested. “Shave the priest for cheap after Sunday Service… sell him for double for Monday service~”
This remark earned a light chuckle from the piemaker as she and Todd looked out the window for more potential ‘flavors’.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Lawyer’s rather nice.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): If it’s for a price.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Order something else, though, to follow, Since no one should swallow It twice.
Me: I can imagine Alastor is having the time of his life with this song. In fact, I’ll bet he’s singing along to it, or in his head, right now.
Smirking at the two, Chrysalis joined their little game.
Chrysalis (Sings): Anything that’s lean?
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Well, then, if you’re British and loyal, You might enjoy Royal Marine. Anyway, it’s clean. Though, of course, it tastes of wherever it’s been.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Is that squire, On the fire?
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Looks thicker. More like vicar.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): No, it has to be grocer—it’s green.
Then, in the middle of everything, Sweeney began waltzing with Mrs. Lovett while also switching off to waltz with Chrysalis.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): The history of the world, my loves—
Chrysalis (Sings): Save a lot of graves, Do a lot of relatives favors…
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Is those below serving those up above.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Everybody shaves, So, there should be plenty of flavors…
Sweeney Todd (Sings): How gratifying for once to know—
All Three (Sings): That those above will serve those down below!
Me: Chrysalis fits so well into this film’s atmosphere and soundtrack, it’s like she was a part of Sondheim’s adaptation from the beginning.
Zipp: Her distorted voice is weirder when she’s singing.
“Now then, let’s see… what do you say about… tinker~?” Mrs. Lovett suggested, pointing toward a pauper.
Sweeney and Chrysalis looked at the tool carrying man, no doubt inquiring for work. They looked at each other with concern.
“Mm… something pinker,” Sweeney remarked.
“Tailor?” Mrs. Lovett eyed a well-suited man.
“Something paler,” Chrysalis added.
“Potter?”
“Something hotter,” Sweeney retorted.
“Butler?”
“Something… subtler?” Chrysalis and Sweeney said in unison.
“Hmm… locksmith?”
The two were stunned as they couldn’t think of the proper rhyme for that profession.
Me: Honestly, a locksmith is a dead-paying job anyway, so that would not be as likely.
So, they continued their little game of naming flavors.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Lovely bit of clerk.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Maybe for a lark.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Then again there’s sweep If you want it cheap And you like it dark! Try the fancier, Peak of his career—
Chrysalis (Sings): Ugh, looks pretty rank!
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Well, he drank, It’s a bank Cashier. Never really sold.
Chrysalis (Sings): Maybe it was old.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Have you any Beadle?
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Next week, so I’m told!
Chrysalis (Sings): Though Beadle’s not bad till you smell it and Notice how well it’s been greased…
Mrs. Lovett (w/Chrysalis, sings): Stick to priest!
Me: Wouldn’t it be hilarious if Joseph Seed was on the menu?
Audience: Eww! Gross! No!
Me: Okay, fine! Too dark for you guys, I suppose.
“Now, the two of you might find this one a bit stringy, but…” Mrs. Lovett pointed out. “I highly recommend the fiddle player.”
The two leaned closer, spying a man carrying a musical instrument, though it was actually hard to tell what it was. The sight of which made Chrysalis raise an eyebrow.
“Mrs. Lovett, your eyes must be going, because that is obviously a piccolo player, or possibly a flutist,” The disguised Changeling corrected.
“Now, how can you tell?”
“Well… it looks piping hot!”
This issued a hearty chuckle from the piemaker.
“Then blow on it first, love!” Lovett added.
The two women shared the laughter as the barber turned back to face them.
Me: Oh, come on! Leave the street musicians alone!
Izzy: Yeah, they did nothing to you!
Sweeney Todd (Sings): The history of the world, my sweets—
Chrysalis (Sings): Oh, Mr. Todd, Ooh, Mr. Todd, What does it tell?
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat?!
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): And Mr. Todd, Too, Mr. Todd, Who gets to sell?!
Sweeney Todd (Sings): But fortunately, it’s also clear
All three (Sings): That (But) ev’rybody goes down well with beer!
“Well now, since the marine don’t appeal to neither of you…” Mrs. Lovett spied a naval officer. “Why not try a little rear admiral?”
“Honestly, way too salty,” Chrysalis pointed out. “Too much salt from such an old salt would kill any man.”
“I prefer… general?” Sweeney inquired, seeing another decorated officer. “Have you that?”
“With or without his privates?—‘With’ is extra.”
Me: Oh, that is a clever innuendo on your part, Sondheim.
Sunny whimpered to herself, growing increasingly uncomfortable.
Chrysalis, getting the innuendo, guffawed with Mrs. Lovett as the latter returned to her counter, pulling out another pie from the oven and presenting it to them.
“What is that?” Sweeney asked.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): It’s fop. Finest in the shop. Or we have some shepherd’s pie peppered With actual shepherd On top.
Me: What the hell is fop?
Izzy: Some kind of pie? At least, that’s what I’m guessing because of the pie she just pulled out.
She presented the pair with a pie clearly overstuffed with filling and placed on a doily.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): And I’ve just begun~ Here’s the politician—so oily It’s served with a doily— Have one?
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Put it on a bun.
Chrysalis (Sings): Well, you never know if it’s going to run!
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Try the friar. Fried, it’s drier.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): No, the clergy is really Too coarse and too mealy.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Then actor— That’s compacter.
Chrysalis (Sings): Yes, and always arrives overdone.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): We’ll come again when you Have Judge on the menu…
Me: Oooh…
Mrs. Lovett grabbed a rolling pin, while Chrysalis went for the butcher’s knife.
“True, we don’t have judge yet…” Chrysalis suggested.
“… But would you settle for the next best thing?” Lovett finished.
“What’s that?”
The two ladies eyed each other devilishly as they answered grimly:
“Executioner!”
That was it for the poor sheriff, because he dashed into the lobby slamming the restroom door behind him.
Sunny: WH-WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?!!!
The barber smiled with intrigue as they rejoined in the dance. Todd took the cleaver from Chrysalis, feeling the heft of it. It felt so… good.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Have charity toward the world, my pets—
Chrysalis (Sings): Yes, yes, I know, Mr. Todd!
Sweeney Todd (Sings): We’ll take the customers that we can get.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): High-born and low, my love!
Sweeney Todd (Sings): We’ll not discriminate great from small.
Sweeney Todd (w/Chrysalis, sings): No, we’ll serve anyone—
All three (Sings): Meaning anyone And to anyone At all!
And the music built to a climax as they joyously brandished their ‘weapons’ before breaking down with a sinister laugh.
“Oh, I wonder what pony meat tastes like!” Chrysalis smirked, licking her lips.
The entire audience went pale. Hitch returned just in time to catch the ending.
Me: Oh, fuck. So, now she’s crossed the line.
Zipp: That’s it. There’s no redemption for her anymore.
Pipp: Abso-positively!
Hitch: Yeah, I’m with you guys on this one. (gags)
The poor stallion raced out again.
“I’m partial to sandwiched meself with ‘orse meat, least when I’m not busy bakin’ pies,” Mrs. Lovett added. “Mind you, that does sound like a good recipe for me meat pies. Much better than pussy meat, that’s for sure.”
Zipp: (pale) Oh, boy.
As Mrs. Lovett returned to her pie-making station, Sweeney turned to his companion.
“How do you think you’ll get them here?” Todd asked curiously.
An evil glint flickered in the changeling’s eyes, one she prided herself on perfecting.
“I have a few ideas,” Chrysalis smiled maliciously. “I’ll have to improvise though… shouldn’t be too hard…”
Sunny: No! No no no no no no no no NO!!!
And thus, upon this very day, the heat was on. Already, the kitchen was getting fired up for business. Those idiots residing in London had no idea what was coming to them. More importantly, neither did those blasted ponies and their moronic dragon pet. For once in Chrysalis’ long-standing career, everything was finally going to go her way.
Me: (ominous) And so it begins.
Just beside me, Sunny was hyperventilating like crazy.
Me: Sunny? Hey, Sunny! Calm down!
Sunny: (hyperventilates) It’s not fair! They don’t deserve this! None of them do!
Zipp: Sunny! You need to calm down!
Opaline: (hidden locket; laughs) This is the alicorn of Modern Equestria? Pony up, it’s only fiction.
Suddenly, she gasped, went quiet, and fell over behind in her seat with a loud crash.
Me: Oh, fucking shit!
Izzy: Best friend!
Zipp & Pipp: Sunny!
Misty: Oh, no!
Opaline: (hidden locket) Misty, don’t you realize that this is your chance?
Misty: My chance? O-oh, right! To get the…dragon-fire. But what about Sunny?
Opaline: (hidden locket) You have nothing to worry about. NOW GET GOING!!!
Misty: AAHH!!!
The sudden shout sent Misty into a running panic. Unfortunately, it was right when Hitch returned to the theater after the second throw up. She ran into the stallion before tripping over her hooves, crashing into the main entrance to the cinema, knocking her out cold and sending her hidden locket onto the ground, which the tumble caused the lid to close, obscuring Opaline’s insight of the cinema.
Hitch: Misty?
Misty: (dazed) Priest…priest…have a little…*snores*
Starlight Glimmer: (To Discord) "Oh? So you're saying you're a Fifth Grader, and that your idea of having Queen Chrysalis, Tirek, Cozy Glow, AND King Sombra joining forces, while posing as Grogar is one of your 'better' decisions?"
Discord: (Gets right into Starlight Glimmer's face) "Don't push it, Glim-Glam! Or I will toss you onto the moon to keep Tia company!"
Trixie: (To Discord) "Do that, and wouldn't that make YOU sus?"
Discord: (To Trixie) "This is MY HOUSE! MY THEATER! AND...I'M! DA! BOSS!" (Regains her composure) "And besides, Twilight said it herself! She's not just wrong. She's stupid."
Excuse me? This isn't your house, Discord, it was the last guy's and you stole it, therefore, you don't get a say in what's going on. I think someone just let you go....over a cliff.
11649281 OOH! To answer your question about a fop:
A fop is an individual with very expensive tastes. Wardrobe, housing, so on and so forth. A modern equivalent would be to call someone "boujee". So if someone from Victorian London saw someone dressed incredibly fancy for an average walk on the town, they might refer to them as a "foppish individual."
Moments went by as Arctic and Fluttershy waited for the others girls to come back, eventually they started coming back taking their seats again each having some water as they started to watch the movie again.
Later that day, the humanized Mane Six and Spike made their way through the streets of London in search of the Old Bailey Courthouse. This very courthouse was where Judge Turpin presided over, the place where he dispensed his version of justice. After their talk with Sweeney Todd, who agreed to help hide Johanna, they carried forth on Anthony’s plan. As for the young boy in question, he returned to the Turpin estate to see Johanna to make sure she’d be ready to leave with him later.
In the meantime, the girls and Spike volunteered to spy on Turpin to make sure he stayed away from home in the meantime. Which led to their eventual finding of Old Bailey. They couldn’t help but gape over how large and intimidating the courthouse looked judging by the exterior alone.
“This is just the kind of place you’d imagine a heartless blowhard like Turpin would be,” Rainbow Dash remarked. “This place gives me the creeps!”
Rainbow Dash: At this point.. I have to agree
Applejack: Eeyup.
Arctic: For sure
“Certainly not a Hall of Justice if you ask me,” Rarity agreed. “Not to mention it’s completely out of date. Could stand to use new paint, maybe some marble buffing, or even…”
“Not the time, Rarity!” Applejack interrupted. “We gotta make sure Turpin don’t head on back tah the house till Anthony and Johanna leave.”
“How are we going to do this?” Fluttershy asked meekly. “Turpin doesn’t exactly like us at all; we can’t just strike a conversation with him for a few hours.”
“It doesn’t matter what we do,” Twilight Sparkle spoke up. “We need to keep him as far away from his house for a while.”
“What are we supposed to do at the moment?” Spike asked.
“We keep a close eye on the judge and track his every move. We’ll have to sneak into the courthouse and keep him in sight at all times.”
“Well, let’s stop wasting time and get in there!” Rainbow replied.
Twilight held out her hands and the group grabbed hands forming a circle. She used her magic to teleport them inside the building. Thankfully, the interior was hardly well lit, leaving their entry shrouded in darkness. Once inside, the group silently slinked through the halls until they came upon a large courtroom. And it was there where Judge Turpin himself lurked over the proceedings.
Turpin sat upon his podium, the personification of power, very high at the bench. He was dressed in a black robe and powdered white wig. He glared down toward the accused stand where a wasted wretch of a boy no older than ten years old stood. Beadle Bamford stood at the foot of the podium, closest to the boy, with many other members of the grand jury around and about. Before the stunned gaze of the group, this boy was currently on trial.
“Is that a kid?” Applejack whispered, horrified. “Why is he on trial?”
“This is the second time, sir, that you have been brought before this bench,” Turpin announced to the boy. “Though it is my earnest wish to ever temper justice with mercy, your persistent dedication to a life of crime is an abomination before God and man.”
Rainbow Dash: Hey! Lay off!
Juniper: Yeah! His only a kid!
“Are you serious?!” Rainbow whispered harshly. “He’s a kid! I bet the only bad thing he’s probably done is steal a loaf of bread!”
“I therefore sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead, and may the lord have mercy on your soul,” Turpin declared, banging his gavel. “This court is adjourned!”
The Audience: WHAT?! (They yelled in shock)
The wretched boy collapsed in sobs. The Beadle was pleased with the verdict as a couple guards quickly came forth to remove him from the bench. The remainder of the court began to file out, among them the Judge himself. The Mane Six and Spike looked on with shock and disbelief from the sentence Turpin delivered.
“Why that no good, slimy, rotten, mother-bucker!” Rainbow whispered harshly.
Arctic: I have a lot to add onto that! Because HE DESERVES IT! (He said in anger)
Rarity: How can anyone be so awful and resort to something like that!
Fluttershy: (whimpering a little)
“Ah outta run in there and buck him so hard he explodes into a million pieces here and now!” Applejack growled lowly.
“We can’t let that poor boy get hanged!” Fluttershy cried tearfully.
“Trust me Flutters, we won’t!” Rainbow voiced determination. “Wait here!”
“I’m with ya hon!” Applejack replied.
Fluttershy: P-Please hurry! (She exclaimed)
Both the tomboy Pegasus and her southern belle marefriend quickly snuck their way through the halls of the courthouse once more. Thankfully, most of the judges and jurors present were too preoccupied to notice them sneaking about. Rounding a nearby corner, they spotted the two guards escorting the sniveling boy through the halls and the sight made their blood boil. Quickly as possible, they snuck behind the guards and delivered two of the biggest, strongest blows that sent the guards flying toward a nearby wall, knocking them out cold. The frightened boy turned behind him and eyed his saviors with confusion.
“Who’re you?” The boy asked timidly. “What’re you doin’ ‘ere?”
“No time to explain, kid,” Rainbow replied. “You must get out of here now and get as far away as possible before anyone notices you’re gone.”
Applejack then reached into the hem of her dress and pulled out a bag of bits, which she handed to the boy.
“Take this and get on a train or wutever tah get far away from here,” Applejack instructed. “Go, live yer life, and stay outta trouble, ya hear?”
The boy looked down at the tiny bag in his hand, then toward the two girls. Tears fell from his face as he smiled.
“Thank yer, thank yer both,” He said gratefully. “Yer both the personification of kindness yer are.”
“Just go!” Rainbow ordered.
The kid quickly made a mad dash down the hall toward the nearest door. The two women watched the runaway, hoping to Celestia that he’d be alright.
Sighs of relief were heard as everyone smiled seeing that they were able to save the boy.
Shortly after freeing the young boy from the fate of the hangman’s noose, Applejack & Rainbow Dash reunited with the girls and Spike. By now, they had teleported themselves outside the building just as the Judge and the Beadle walked away from the impressive edifices of the Old Bailey. Spotting the approaching figures, the group quickly hid behind a nearby wall and poked their heads out to observe the pair of evil men.
“Thank you, your Honor,” Beadle thanked Turpin gratefully. “Just the sentence we wanted.”
“Was he guilty?” Turpin replied.
“Well, if he didn’t do it, he’s surely done something to warrant a hanging.”
“What man has not?” Turpin muttered under his breath.
Sci-Twi and Juniper: WHAT?!
Pinkie Pie: That’s not fair! He can’t go doing that without proof!
Arctic:…unfortunately and how much it’s unfair, he can.. which shows how corrupted he is. (He said with a glare)
“Sir?” Beadle questioned.
“No matter,” Turpin brushed off. “Come, walk home with me.”
The men made their way off the grounds of the Old Bailey down a nearby street. The Mane Six and Spike quickly followed behind, keeping a decent distance so as not to be seen by their targets.
“I have news for you, my friend,” Turpin spoke, mid-walk. “In order to shield her from the evils of this world, I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.”
Even at a distance, the announcement shocked the whole group beyond disgust. They couldn’t believe the very words coming from the old man’s mouth.
“Girls… did he really just say that?” Spike asked, disgusted.
“Afraid so, Spike,” Twilight nodded.
“But he’s, like, old enough to be her grandfather!” Rainbow cringed.
“The thought of it’s enough to make you vomit,” Rarity gagged.
The girls felt disgusted by this as they started to turn a little green.
Rarity: WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THAT?! (She exclaimed in disgust)
Arctic: And to think we thought he couldn’t get any lower!
“Ah, sir, happy news indeed,” Beadle said joyfully.
“Strange, though, when I offered myself to her, she showed a certain… reluctance,” Turpin voiced confusion.
“I wonder why,” Spike voiced sarcasm. “He’s probably the worst bachelor in the entire city.”
Juniper:Why would she even accept in the first place?!
The Beadle proceeded with exquisite and obsequious delicacy:
Beadle (Sings): Excuse me, my lord, May I request, my lord, Permission, my lord, to speak? Forgive me if I suggest, my lord, You’re looking less than your best, my lord, There’s powder upon your vest, my lord. And stubble upon your cheek, And ladies, my lord, are weak.
As they rounded the corner, the Judge brushed his chin to confirm the Beadle’s word. When even that wasn’t enough, he examined his appearance from the reflection of the nearest window.
“Stubble, you say?” Turpin asked. “Perhaps at times I am a little overhasty with my morning ablutions…”
Beadle (Sings cheerfully): Fret not though, my lord, I know a place, my lord, A barber, my lord, of skill. Thus armed with a shaven face, my lord, Some eau de cologne to brace my lord And musk to enhance the chase, my lord, You’ll dazzle the girl until—“Until?” Turpin questioned.
Beadle (Sings): She bows to your every will.
“A barber, eh?” Turpin pondered with intrigue. “Take me to him.”
“I am honored, my lord,” Beadle nodded. “His name is Todd… Sweeney Todd. And he is the very last word in barberin’.”
Pinkie Pie: His…taking him to the Barber shop?
Applejack: This has two possible outcomes… and both could end badly.
Rainbow Dash: Would it though? At this point the judge has it coming.
The two men head off, strolling down the road toward Fleet Street. The Mane Six and Spike emerged from hiding, staring at them along the way.
“Can you believe that guy?” Rainbow asked in disbelief. “I mean it’s bad enough he keeps Johanna locked up all day. Now he wants to marry her?!”
“Just when we think that no good varmint can’t get no worse!” Applejack spoke in irritation.
“We can’t let that happen!” Rarity voiced determination.
“And we won’t,” Twilight replied. “He’s going to Mr. Todd’s for a shave. This gives us time to get back to his house and get Johanna out. If we leave now, we’ll have her gone before he gets back. Come on!”
Every pony, and Spike, nodded in agreement and raced down the street in the opposite direction toward Turpin’s house. They knew they needed to work fast if they hoped to get Johanna out of the house. For should Turpin return from the barbershop earlier than planned… may Celestia have mercy upon their souls.
Rarity: I hope that they can save her.
Juniper: They have to, this is the perfect time to do so
Arctic: I wanna agree…but something tells me something will go wrong
Back on Fleet Street, inside the pie shop, Mrs. Lovett kept Toby entertained. The boy himself was blissfully unaware of whatever horror had befallen his master. In that moment, the two sat around the table as Mrs. Lovett poured Toby a glass of gin… not his first. Many may think it wasn’t wise for a boy so young to be drinking, but such was a commonplace in Victorian London (Especially regarding child labor).
The boy gulped down the gin between ravenous bites of another meat pie. All the while, Mrs. Lovett nervously glanced up at the ceiling, by now hearing it was quiet. She couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on up there and what her two cohorts were up to.
“You ought to slow down a bit, lad,” Mrs. Lovett strongly advised. “It’ll go straight to your head.”
“Weaned on the stuff, I was,” Toby replied, slightly slurred. “They used to give it to us at the workhouse, so’s we could sleep. Not that you’d ever want to sleep in that place, ma’am. Not with the things wot happen in the dark.”
“That’s nice, dear…” Mrs. Lovett answered, getting to her feet. “I think I’ll just pop in on Mr. Todd for a tick. You’ll be all right here?”
“Leave the bottle,” Toby requested.
Mrs. Lovett merely gave a roll of her eyes, but otherwise didn’t object. Against her better judgment, she left the bottle of gin on the table for the boy as she departed from the shop.
Arctic: Man, hope he call hold down his liquor…
In the barber shop just upstairs, Chrysalis and Sweeney Todd were cleaning the mess made not too long ago. The memory of what happened was still fresh in their minds, not to mention the adrenaline still running over the entire ordeal. Sweeney had cleaned off his blade, while Chrysalis mopped the leftover blood off the floor.
“That’s the last of the blood,” She commented. “And nothing left on the windows.”
“For now,” Sweeney replied casually.
It was then that the door swung open with a bell chime. Mrs. Lovett entered the shop as Todd methodically cleaned his razor.
“Gawd, the lad is drinking me out of house and home,” Lovett sighed in annoyance. “How long until Pirelli gets back?”
Sweeney merely turned around as he cleaned his razor, fresh blood still on the sleeve of his arm.
“He won’t be back,” Todd said menacingly.
“Not now… or ever again,” Chrysalis added.
Mrs. Lovett gasped loudly, noticing the blood on Sweeney’s arm.
“Mr. T., you didn’t!” She gasped, instantly suspicious.
Rainbow Dash: You bet they did, sister.
“Don’t believe us?” Chrysalis questioned. “Check the chest.”
Chrysalis casually pointed one hand toward the chest. Mrs. Lovett quickly made her way over to throw the lid open. One peek inside, and she quickly slammed it shut, spinning toward the pair. Horror was plastered on her face upon seeing the remains of Pirelli at the bottom of that chest.
“You’re barking mad!” Mrs. Lovett whispered in shock. “Both of you! Killing a man wot done you no harm.”
Rarity: Not exactly, that man did plenty of harm.
Juniper: Blackmail and even assault..
Sci-Twi: Still, I don’t think they had to kill him… even if he would’ve told the judge
“He recognized me from the old days,” Sweeney explained nonchalantly. “Tried to blackmail me—half my earnings.”
“And he tried to sway me into abandoning Mr. Todd to work for him,” Chrysalis added. “He wanted to have me to sleep with him to prove my loyalty.”
“Oh well, that’s a different matter!” Mrs. Lovett sighed in relief. “For a moment there I thought you two lost your marbles.”
Pinkie Pie: Wow…she changed her mind fast.
She pulled the chest open once more, staring at the bloody corpse lying within.
“Ooooh! All that blood!” She shook her head. “Enough to make you come all over gooseflesh, ain’t it? Poor bugger. Oh, well.”
Mrs. Lovett started to close the chest, but then had an idea. She reached in and rummaged around the bloodied pockets of the dead man. Eventually, she pulled out Pirelli’s chatelaine purse and opened it to reveal its contents.
“Three quid! Well, waste not, want not, I always say…”
She tucked the purse into her dress and slammed the lid of the chest once more.
“Now this presents us with a new challenge,” Chrysalis spoke up. “What are we going to do about the boy?”
Sweeney stared at his razor, completely lost in thought over the blood he’d spilled. And yet… there was so much more he could do. So, why stop there?
“Send him up,” Todd replied.
Fluttershy: H-His n-not gonna k-kill him?! (She said scared)
Mrs. Lovett snapped her head in his direction, the concern as plain as the nose on her face.
“Oh, we don’t need to worry about him,” Lovett implored. “He’s a simple thing. I’ll pawn him off with some story.”
“Send him up, woman!” Sweeney demanded coldly.
“I agree with Mr. Todd,” Chrysalis vouched for him. “We let the boy live, he’ll tell the next person he meets that he showed up here with Pirelli. Word will get out and people will wonder where he is. And eventually, they’ll realize he was last seen here before he went missing. When the police put two-and-two together, it’s off to jail with us.”
Rariry: Surely, there can be another way!
Juniper: his still just a kid!
But even with the threat of imprisonment, or worse, the last thing Mrs. Lovett wanted was any harm to come to a boy so young. Acting quickly, Mrs. Lovett threw in a new idea.
“Now, Mr. T., surely one’s enough for today,” Lovett replied. “Don’t want to indulge yourself, after all… ‘Sides, I was thinking about hiring a lad to help around the shop, me poor knees not being what they used to be.”
Sweeney thought about this idea for a moment. On one hand, killing the boy could put an end to their troubles here and now. Then again, if anyone knew the two at all, they’d come looking for him. Keeping the boy to work in the shop could possibly buy his loyalty and he’ll forget about Pirelli altogether. With a sigh, Todd moved to his familiar post by the window.
“Alright,” Sweeney replied. “Anything you say.”
Arctic: At least there is some sympathy.
Pinkie Pie: As long as he doesn’t find the body.. he should be fine. Right? (She asked hopefully)
Rainbow Dash: I don’t know Pinkie… something tells me there will be something that’ll show him the truth
“‘Course we’ll have to stock up on the gin,” Mrs. Lovett suggested. “The boy drinks like a Barbary sailor—”
But Sweeney Todd paid her no heed. He stood by the nearby window, looking out toward the streets below. Suddenly, as Todd looked out the window, his expression widened. Todd gasped – a great, shocking intake of breath as his whole body tensed like iron – Mrs. Lovett spun to him and turned toward his direction.
Emerging down the street, from the alleyway across the street, were two men. One was the Beadle pointing his cane at the Bakery and the other… the other was the very man Todd refused to forget his entire life.
Applejack: There he is..(she said with a glare)
Juniper: Still can’t believe he kept his word.
Sci-Twi: Guess he is a man of some honor… with what little he has anyway
“The Judge!” Todd gasped.
Chrysalis curiously approached the window just in time to see all the activity below. Sure enough, they could see the Judge and the Beadle approaching. She could see the men were exchanging a few words and at first glance they appeared to be nothing more than simple stuffy residents of this industrious city.
“Is that him?” Chrysalis asked.
The disguised changeling caught a glare from Todd, one filled with fire and brimstone in a cauldron boiling with blood. Much to her own surprise, she backed down, which was a big deal for her.
Arctic: The glare of our hatred, even other villains can be afraid from a look like that
“I have not forgotten his face for years,” Todd whispered, eyes blazing. “Not since the day he sent me away and took my wife and daughter for his own.”
It was then Chrysalis caught the shining glint in Todd’s trusted razor. The burning anger within his eyes reflected ever so fiercely. It was all coming together.
‘It’s not justice he wants… it’s revenge,’ Chrysalis realized. ‘Revenge for something that was… unjustly stolen from him.’
“Get out,” Todd commanded, almost in a whisper.
Todd turned around toward the two women, who didn’t move.
“Get out!” He shouted.
Mrs. Lovett gave him a quick kiss then very quickly left the room, realizing what Todd yearned to accomplish. Chrysalis turned to leave as well, until…
“Wait!”
Chrysalis stopped and turned toward Todd, who prepared himself.
“You stay,” Todd instructed simply.
Rainbow Dash: Stay? Why the heck does he want her to stay? (She questioned)
Chrysalis merely nodded her head as Todd turned from the window and looked around the shop, shifting nervously. Now that his great moment of revenge was at hand, he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. Todd moved toward the mirror desk in the room, his large razor in hand. He coiled by the door, prepared to kill the judge as soon as he walked into the room.
No… Todd realized how much he wanted to savor this moment. He quickly moved and put the razor down, deciding a different approach was in order. He’d give the man a shave, so as to savor the taste of having the man at his every whim. And when his guard was down, Todd would kill him. He looked toward the mirror, realizing his sleeve was still stained with the blood of Pirelli. He went over and put on his jacket.
“I’m going to kill him,” Todd declared. “I’m going to have my revenge.”
Arctic: His taking the opportunity…
Fluttershy: (started to whimper a little bit and leans back onto her seat)
The very sound of the notion gave a notorious glint in Chrysalis’ eyes. After all, she herself dreamed of enacting her own personal revenge.
“Opportunity knocks,” She replied, with a growing smirk. “So, how are you going to kill him?”
“I won’t kill him right away,” Todd replied. “No, I want to savor the moment, have him at my mercy, let my misery and memories of my hate for him drive my every move.”
Juniper: (shivers a little bit) Slow and painful death…
Sci-Twi: H-He really wants him to suffer (she said feeling a shiver up her back)
The changeling was in total bliss at the very words this barber was telling her; it was like her very dreams were about to come true.
“I need you to help me make him feel comfortable,” Todd declared, straightening his coat.
“Let me guess,” The woman licked her lips. “Because I am a woman, a pretty woman at that, you believe that is the key.”
“Yes,” Todd nodded, lost in thought. “Every man in this world wants nothing more than a pretty woman… they are willing to do anything to get their dirty hands on one.”
Something about the darkness on the barber’s face, especially his eyes, rubbed the changeling off. It wasn’t like she knew nothing of darkness. After all, one of her colleagues was the literal embodiment of darkness and shadows, the definition of unsanctioned evil. But perhaps it was something about Todd’s motivations. No, that couldn’t be right. Every one of her Equestrian colleagues, Chrysalis included, were all motivated by revenge. But if that wasn’t it…
‘What are you hoping to accomplish, Mr. Todd?’ Chrysalis pondered to herself.
Finally, Sweeney Todd stood. All his demons settled into a bizarre form of calmness. They could hear the Judge’s footsteps climbing the stairs. And then, the door opened, and in walked none other than Judge Turpin. Chrysalis stepped back, noting Todd’s urge to hide the change in his demeanor. She eyed the man up and down, sizing him up. His appearance reeked of slime and arrogance, as if he wanted people to hate him right at the moment. But his attention was not on Chrysalis, but toward the barber.
“Mr. Todd?” The Judge presumed.
The man’s voice was very oily, as if it was permeating like a stream through her bloodstream freezing it to the touch. Todd himself slowly turned to face the Judge, like seeing a familiar face for the first time.
“At your service…” Todd ‘politely’ greeted the judge. “An honor to receive your patronage, my lord.”
“You know me, sir?”
Todd gave a polite bow, though Chrysalis could sense and feel the bleeding hatred between the lines.
“Who in this wide world is not familiar with the honored Judge Turpin?”
Applejack: I think I feel the hate his feeling right now…
Rainbow Dash: How would you feel if you have to hold back all that anger against one person, and pretend to be nice
Arctic: I can imagine it being a hard task to do..
The Judge grunted and glanced around the shop with a raised brow. No doubt there was disgust in his glance, eyeing the facility up and down. Specifically, the wooden rafters as opposed to the clean marble he was so used to. To him, it was a perfect reflection of the low end society residing in Fleet Street.
“These premises are hardly prepossessing and yet the Beadle tells me you are the most accomplished of all the barbers in the city,” Turpin finally said.
“That is gracious of him, sir…” Todd replied.
The man turned his head to Chrysalis, nodding to the Judge. Immediately, Chrysalis knew what he wanted of her, and it sickened her just to be in proximity with Turpin. Even if she were a Siren, like the three stooges who make the order, she wouldn’t want anything to do with him. Grumbling, she obliged, approaching the man to remove his coat.
“… Sir, if you please, sir,” Chrysalis indicated for the Judge to sit. “Sit.”
As expected, the grimy eyes of the Judge looked at her. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes.
Pinkie Pie: Girls…. Is it wrong to feel bad for the judge? (She asked feeling worried) I mean… he did some really REALLY bad stuff but… what Sweeney about to do, it’s a bit much, don’t you think?
The others and Arctic looked at each other, they admit that the Judge did horrible and disgusting things…but even the most horrible people don’t deserve death.
Arctic: (thinks to himself) As much as I, and everyone else in this theater or in the other theaters hate this man to the core. Murder is wrong, even if what he did was beyond horrible..justice should be face but in the right way. It’s what makes us better then villains.
Just when things start to finally go one's way, things take a wrong turn after another.
Turpin assumed by getting a clean shave he'd be well set for his upcoming wedding with his own daughter, which I find weird. But not only does he find out that Johanna has feelings for another man, but that very man shows up and right up announces his plans to take her away from him. And in doing so, Todd's chances of bringing his nightmares to an end by killing the judge blows up in his face and he may never get another chance.
Hence, this is where the essence of the 'epiphany' comes in. If he's not going to be able to get to the judge, he (And his cohorts) will go on an intense killing spree until they are lucky to have the Judge or one of their other enemies sitting on that chair, waiting for their fate to be sealed. And thus, if we didn't think Todd had gone utterly bonkers before... this is where the breaking point starts to build up.
Later that day, the humanized Mane Six and Spike made their way through the streets of London in search of the Old Bailey Courthouse. This very courthouse was where Judge Turpin presided over, the place where he dispensed his version of justice. After their talk with Sweeney Todd, who agreed to help hide Johanna, they carried forth on Anthony’s plan. As for the young boy in question, he returned to the Turpin estate to see Johanna to make sure she’d be ready to leave with him later.
In the meantime, the girls and Spike volunteered to spy on Turpin to make sure he stayed away from home in the meantime. Which led to their eventual finding of Old Bailey. They couldn’t help but gape over how large and intimidating the courthouse looked judging by the exterior alone.
Mando: Glad to see their tracking skills have paid off.
Postwar: Agreed, now the hard part is to make sure they don't get caught.
Sunset Shimmer: I just hope they don't get caught.
C-3PO: Oh, I most certainly agree with you, miss Shimmer. *R2 beeps in agreement*
“This is just the kind of place you’d imagine a heartless blowhard like Turpin would be,” Rainbow Dash remarked. “This place gives me the creeps!”
“Certainly not a Hall of Justice if you ask me,” Rarity agreed. “Not to mention it’s completely out of date. Could stand to use new paint, maybe some marble buffing, or even…”
“Not the time, Rarity!” Applejack interrupted. “We gotta make sure Turpin don’t head on back tah the house till Anthony and Johanna leave.”
“How are we going to do this?” Fluttershy asked meekly. “Turpin doesn’t exactly like us at all; we can’t just strike a conversation with him for a few hours.”
Galen Marek: She's not wrong. That man is more vile than the Inquisitors.
Postwar: Speaking of which, were there any that survived and were able to be convinced to come back to the light?
Ahsoka Tano: I'm afraid not. They knew of the Empire's defeat, but because of the Empire, they're far gone I'm afraid.
“It doesn’t matter what we do,” Twilight Sparkle spoke up. “We need to keep him as far away from his house for a while.”
“What are we supposed to do at the moment?” Spike asked.
“We keep a close eye on the judge and track his every move. We’ll have to sneak into the courthouse and keep him in sight at all times.”
“Well, let’s stop wasting time and get in there!” Rainbow replied.
Twilight held out her hands and the group grabbed hands forming a circle. She used her magic to teleport them inside the building. Thankfully, the interior was hardly well lit, leaving their entry shrouded in darkness. Once inside, the group silently slinked through the halls until they came upon a large courtroom. And it was there where Judge Turpin himself lurked over the proceedings.
Leia Organa: A trial? What's all this for?
Postwar: Something tells me we'll find out in the next few moments.
Sunset Shimmer: I'm already fearing what's going to happen.
Turpin sat upon his podium, the personification of power, very high at the bench. He was dressed in a black robe and powdered white wig. He glared down toward the accused stand where a wasted wretch of a boy no older than ten years old stood. Beadle Bamford stood at the foot of the podium, closest to the boy, with many other members of the grand jury around and about. Before the stunned gaze of the group, this boy was currently on trial.
“Is that a kid?” Applejack whispered horrified. “Why is he on trial?”
“This is the second time, sir, that you have been brought before this bench,” Turpin announced to the boy. “Though it is my earnest wish to ever temper justice with mercy, your persistent dedication to a life of crime is an abomination before God and man.”
“Are you serious?!” Rainbow whispered harshly. “He’s a kid! I bet the only bad thing he’s probably done is steal a loaf of bread!”
“I therefore sentence you to hang by the neck until you are dead, and may the lord have mercy on your soul,” Turpin declared, banging his gavel. “This court is adjourned!”
The wretched boy collapsed in sobs. The Beadle was pleased with the verdict as a couple guards quickly came forth to remove him from the bench. The remainder of the court began to file out, among them the Judge himself. The Mane Six and Spike looked on with shock and disbelief from the sentence Turpin delivered.
Sunset Shimmer: How could they do that to him?! He's just a boy.
Galen Marek: They punish those in their way, no matter how different. They took me away from my home and forced me to become Vader's apprentice. *Sunset held him close to comfort him*
“Why that no good, slimy, rotten, mother-bucker!” Rainbow whispered harshly.
“Ah outta run in there and buck him so hard he explodes into a million pieces here and now!” Applejack growled lowly.
“We can’t let that poor boy get hanged!” Fluttershy cried tearfully.
“Trust me Flutters, we won’t!” Rainbow voiced determination. “Wait here!”
“I’m with ya hon!” Applejack replied.
Postwar: I just hope it doesn't blow in their faces.
Ahsoka Tano: Oh, I agree. They've already had enough bad luck already.
Sunset Shimmer: Been there before. Several times actually.
Both the tomboy Pegasus and her southern belle marefriend quickly snuck their way through the halls of the courthouse once more. Thankfully, most of the judges and jurors present were too preoccupied to notice them sneaking about. Rounding a nearby corner, they spotted the two guards escorting the sniveling boy through the halls and the sight made their blood boil. Quickly as possible, they snuck behind the guards and delivered two of the biggest, strongest blows that sent the guards flying toward a nearby wall, knocking them out cold. The frightened boy turned behind him and eyed his saviors with confusion.
“Who’re you?” The boy asked timidly. “What’re you doin’ ‘ere?”
“No time to explain, kid,” Rainbow replied. “You must get out of here now and get as far away as possible before anyone notices you’re gone.”
Applejack then reached into the hem of her dress and pulled out a bag of bits, which she handed to the boy.
“Take this and get on a train or wutever tah get far away from here,” Applejack instructed. “Go, live yer life, and stay outta trouble, ya hear?”
The boy looked down at the tiny bag in his hand, then toward the two girls. Tears fell from his face as he smiled.
“Thank yer, thank yer both,” He said gratefully. “Yer both the personification of kindness yer are.”
“Just go!” Rainbow ordered.
The kid quickly made a mad dash down the hall toward the nearest door. The two women watched the runaway, hoping to Celestia that he’d be alright.
Sunset Shimmer: *sighs in relief* Oh, thank goodness.
Galen Marek: The boy now has a future.
Postwar: But question is, where will he go?
Mando: The unknowns are always a mystery to all of us.
Shortly after freeing the young boy from the fate of the hangman’s noose, Applejack & Rainbow Dash reunited with the girls and Spike. By now, they had teleported themselves outside the building just as the Judge and the Beadle walked away from the impressive edifices of the Old Bailey. Spotting the approaching figures, the group quickly hid behind a nearby wall and poked their heads out to observe the pair of evil men.
“Thank you, your Honor,” Beadle thanked Turpin gratefully. “Just the sentence we wanted.”
“Was he guilty?” Turpin replied.
“Well, if he didn’t do it, he’s surely done something to warrant a hanging.”
“What man has not?” Turpin muttered under his breath.
“Sir?” Beadle questioned.
“No matter,” Turpin brushed off. “Come, walk home with me.”
The men made their way off the grounds of the Old Bailey down a nearby street. The Mane Six and Spike quickly followed behind, keeping a decent distance so as not to be seen by their targets.
“I have news for you, my friend,” Turpin spoke, mid-walk. “In order to shield her from the evils of this world, I have decided to marry my dear Johanna.”
Even at a distance, the announcement shocked the whole group beyond disgust. They couldn’t believe the very words coming from the old man’s mouth.
“Girls… did he really just say that?” Spike asked, disgusted.
“Afraid so, Spike,” Twilight nodded.
“But he’s like old enough to be her grandfather!” Rainbow cringed.
“The thought of it’s enough to make you vomit,” Rarity gagged.
Sunset Shimmer: My thoughts exactly!!
Ahsoka Tano: Why would anyone want to do that?!
Postwar: I know right?! That's like, watching Palpatine get busy!!
Everyone widened their eyes, then shuddered and some had green faces.
Mando: I did not need to picture that.
Postwar: Ugh, why does my mouth always run faster than my brain?
The Beadle proceeded with exquisite and obsequious delicacy:
As they rounded the corner, the Judge brushed his chin to confirm the Beadle’s word. When even that wasn’t enough, he examined his appearance from the reflection of the nearest window.
“A barber, eh?” Turpin pondered with intrigue. “Take me to him.”
“I am honored, my lord,” Beadle nodded. “His name is Todd… Sweeney Todd. And he is the very last word in barberin’.”
The two men head off, strolling down the road toward Fleet Street. The Mane Six and Spike emerged from hiding, staring at them along the way.
“Can you believe that guy?” Rainbow asked in disbelief. “I mean it’s bad enough he keeps Johanna locked up all day. Now he wants to marry her?!”
“Just when we think that no good varmint can’t get no worse!” Applejack spoke in irritation.
“We can’t let that happen!” Rarity voiced determination.
“And we won’t,” Twilight replied. “He’s going to Mr. Todd’s for a shave. This gives us time to get back to his house and get Johanna out. If we leave now, we’ll have her gone before he gets back. Come on!”
Every pony, and Spike, nodded in agreement and raced down the street in the opposite direction toward Turpin’s house. They knew they needed to work fast if they hoped to get Johanna out of the house. For should Turpin return from the barbershop earlier than planned… may Celestia have mercy upon their souls.
Sunset Shimmer: Oh, I hope they'll be okay.
Postwar: We can only hope for a miracle at this point.
Leia Organa: I think we can all agree to that.
Back on Fleet Street, inside the pie shop, Mrs. Lovett kept Toby entertained. The boy himself was blissfully unaware of whatever horror had befallen his master. In that moment, the two sat around the table as Mrs. Lovett poured Toby a glass of gin… not his first. Many may think it wasn’t wise for a boy so young to be drinking, but such was a commonplace in Victorian London (Especially regarding child labor).
The boy gulped down the gin between ravenous bites of another meat pie. All the while, Mrs. Lovett nervously glanced up at the ceiling, by now hearing it was quiet. She couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on up there and what her two cohorts were up to.
“You ought to slow down a bit, lad,” Mrs. Lovett strongly advised. “It’ll go straight to your head.”
“Weaned on the stuff, I was,” Toby replied, slightly slurred. “They used to give it to us at the workhouse, so’s we could sleep. Not that you’d ever want to sleep in that place, ma’am. Not with the things wot happen in the dark.”
“That’s nice, dear…” Mrs. Lovett answered, getting to her feet. “I think I’ll just pop in on Mr. Todd for a tick. You’ll be all right here?”
“Leave the bottle,” Toby requested.
Mrs. Lovett merely gave a roll of her eyes, but otherwise didn’t object. Against her better judgment, she left the bottle of gin on the table for the boy as she departed from the shop.
Galen Marek: Is that even allowed?
Postwar: It was in the old days I'm afraid. Thankfully, they wised up and changed the law to make sure that things like this never happens again.
Sunset Shimmer: Though that doesn't mean there still aren't a few rule breakers out there.
In the barber shop just upstairs, Chrysalis and Sweeney Todd were cleaning the mess made not too long ago. The memory of what happened was still fresh in their minds, not to mention the adrenaline still running over the entire ordeal. Sweeney had cleaned off his blade, while Chrysalis mopped the leftover blood off the floor.
“That’s the last of the blood,” She commented. “And nothing left on the windows.”
“For now,” Sweeney replied casually.
It was then that the door swung open with a bell chime. Mrs. Lovett entered the shop as Todd methodically cleaned his razor.
“Gawd, the lad is drinking me out of house and home,” Lovett sighed in annoyance. “How long until Pirelli gets back?”
Sweeney merely turned around as he cleaned his razor, fresh blood still on the sleeve of his arm.
“He won’t be back,” Todd said menacingly.
“Not now… or ever again,” Chrysalis added.
Mrs. Lovett gasped loudly, noticing the blood on Sweeney’s arm.
“Mr. T., you didn’t!” She gasped, instantly suspicious.
“Don’t believe us?” Chrysalis questioned. “Check the chest.”
Chrysalis casually pointed one hand toward the chest. Mrs. Lovett quickly made her way over to throw the lid open. One peek inside, and she quickly slammed it shut spinning toward the pair. Horror was plastered on her face upon seeing the remains of Pirelli at the bottom of that chest.
Leia covered her son's eyes whilst some were shockened by what they were seeing, but Postwar gripped his fists in anger wen he saw this
“You’re barking mad!” Mrs. Lovett whispered in shock. “Both of you! Killing a man wot done you no harm.”
“He recognized me from the old days,” Sweeney explained nonchalantly. “Tried to blackmail me – half my earnings.”
“And he tried to sway me into abandoning Mr. Todd to work for him,” Chrysalis added. “He wanted to me to sleep with him to prove my loyalty.”
“Oh well, that’s a different matter!” Mrs. Lovett sighed in relief. “For a moment there I thought you two lost your marbles.”
Postwar: Pff, like you're one to talk. *Everyone nodds in agreement*
“Now this presents us with a new challenge,” Chrysalis spoke up. “What are we going to do about the boy?”
Sweeney stared at his razor, completely lost in thought over the blood he’d spilled. And yet… there was so much more he could do. So, why stop there?
“Send him up,” Todd replied.
Mrs. Lovett snapped her head in his direction, the concern as plain as the nose on her face.
“Oh, we don’t need to worry about him,” Lovett implored. “He’s a simple thing. I’ll pawn him off with some story.”
“Send him up, woman!” Sweeney demanded coldly.
“I agree with Mr. Todd,” Chrysalis vouched for him. “We let the boy live, he’ll tell the next person he meets that he showed up here with Pirelli. Word will get out and people will wonder where he is. And eventually, they’ll realize he was last seen here before he went missing. When the police put two-and-two together, it’s off to jail with us.”
Sunset Shimmer: They'd really kill the boy?
Postwar: Trust me, they would. And if you think that was bad, you should've seen the Holocaust.
Galen Marek: Sunset told me about it from her world's history. And I thought the Empire was evil when it came to punishing civilians.
“Now, Mr. T., surely one’s enough for today,” Lovett replied. “Don’t want to indulge yourself, after all… ‘Sides, I was thinking about hiring a lad to help around the shop, me poor knees not being what they used to be.”
Sweeney thought about this idea for a moment. On one hand, killing the boy could put an end to their troubles here and now. Then again, if anyone knew the two at all, they’d come looking for him. Keeping the boy to work in the shop could possibly buy his loyalty and he’ll forget about Pirelli altogether. With a sigh, Todd moved to his familiar post by the window.
“Alright,” Sweeney replied. “Anything you say.”
“Mark my words you two,” Chrysalis warned. “Keeping that boy here is the worst idea you can think of. If this blows up in our faces, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“’Course we’ll have to stock up on the gin,” Mrs. Lovett suggested. “The boy drinks like a Barbary sailor—”
But Sweeney Todd paid her no heed. He stood by the nearby window, looking out toward the streets below. Suddenly, as Todd looked out the window, his expression widened. Todd gasped – a great, shocking intake of breath as his whole body tensed like iron – Mrs. Lovett spun to him and turned toward his direction.
Emerging down the street, from the alleyway across the street, were two men. One was the Beadle pointing his cane at the Bakery and the other… the other was the very man Todd refused to forget his entire life.
“The Judge!” Todd gasped.
Chrysalis curiously approached the window just in time to see all the activity below. Sure enough, they could see the Judge and the Beadle approaching. She could see the men were exchanging a few words and at first glance they appeared to be nothing more than simple stuffy residents of this industrious city.
“Is that him?” Chrysalis asked.
The disguised changeling caught a glare from Todd, one filled with fire and brimstone in a cauldron boiling with blood. Much to her own surprise, she backed down, which was a big deal for her.
“I have not forgotten his face for years,” Todd whispered, eyes blazing. “Not since the day he sent me away and took my wife and daughter for his own.”
It was then Chrysalis caught the shining glint in Todd’s trusted razor. The burning anger within his eyes reflected ever so fiercely. It was all coming together.
‘It’s not justice he wants… it’s revenge,’ Chrysalis realized. ‘Revenge for something that was… unjustly stolen from him.’
“Get out,” Todd commanded, almost in a whisper.
Todd turned around toward the two women, who didn’t move.
“Get out!” He shouted.
Mrs. Lovett gave him a quick kiss then very quickly left the room, realizing what Todd yearned to accomplish. Chrysalis turned to leave as well, until…
“Wait!”
Chrysalis stopped and turned toward Todd, who prepared himself.
“You stay,” Todd instructed simply.
Chrysalis merely nodded her head as Todd turned from the window and looked around the shop, shifting nervously. Now that his great moment of revenge was at hand, he didn’t quite know what to do with himself. Todd moved toward the mirror desk in the room, his large razor in hand. He coiled by the door, prepared to kill the judge as soon as he walked into the room.
No… Todd realized how much he wanted to savor this moment. He quickly moved and put the razor down, deciding a different approach was in order. He’d give the man a shave, so as to savor the taste of having the man at his every whim. And when his guard was down, Todd would kill him. He looked toward the mirror, realizing his sleeve was still stained with the blood of Pirelli. He went over and put on his jacket.
Some were now fearing how this would turn out, with Sunset holding onto Galen for dear life
The very sound of the notion gave a notorious glint in Chrysalis’ eyes. After all, she herself dreamed of enacting her own personal revenge.
“Opportunity knocks,” She replied, with a growing smirk. “So, how are you going to kill him?”
“I won’t kill him right away,” Todd replied. “No, I want to savor the moment, have him at my mercy, let my misery and memories of my hate for him drive my every move.”
The changeling was in total bliss at the very words this barber was telling her; it was like her very dreams were about to come true.
“I need you to help me make him feel comfortable,” Todd declared, straightening his coat.
“Let me guess,” The woman licked her lips. “Because I am a woman, a pretty woman at that, you believe that is the key.”
“Yes,” Todd nodded, lost in thought. “Every man in this world wants nothing more than a pretty woman… they are willing to do anything to get their dirty hands on one.”
Something about the darkness on the barber’s face, especially his eyes, rubbed the changeling off. It wasn’t like she knew nothing of darkness. After all, one of her colleagues was the literal embodiment of darkness and shadows, the definition of unsanctioned evil. But perhaps it was something about Todd’s motivations. No, that couldn’t be right. Every one of her Equestrian colleagues, Chrysalis included, were all motivated by revenge. But if that wasn’t it…
‘What are you hoping to accomplish, Mr. Todd?’ Chrysalis pondered to herself.
Sunset Shimmer: The same could be thought of you, Chrysalis.
“Pardon my assistant,” Todd replied, as she walked away. “And what may I do for you today, sir? A stylish trimming of the hair? A soothing skin massage?”
As Chrysalis hung the Judge’s coat, she could still feel the Judge looking at her.
‘Disgusting man,’ She thought to herself. ‘He deserves whatever Todd gives him.’
Finally, as the Judge took his seat in the chair, he began to sing. He sang of desire to be presentable in apparel, all to satisfy the love of someone unnamed to them.
Judge Turpin (Sings): You see, sir, a man infatuate with love, Her ardent and eager slave. So, fetch the pomade and pumice stone And lend me a more seductive tone, A sprinkling perhaps of French cologne, But first, sir, I think—a shave.
Todd (Sings): The closest I ever gave.
The Judge loosened his ascot and collar, as he sat in the chair. Todd whipped a sheet over the Judge, then tucked the bib in. The Judge hummed, flicking imaginary dust off the sheet; Todd whistled gaily, the burning eyes into the man growing brighter.
“You’re in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd,” Turpin noticed.
Juniper: The Judge doesn’t even know his in danger…
Sci-Twi: And, Sweeney taking his time with every moment… he got him where he wants to.
The barber merely carried on, picking up the next verse as he mixed the shaving lather.
Todd (Sings): ‘Tis your delight, sir, catching fire From one man to the next.
Judge (Sings): ‘Tis true, sir, love can still inspire The blood to pound, the heart leap higher.
Both (Sings): What more, what more can man require—
Judge (Sings): Than love, sir?
Todd (Sings): More than love, sir.
Judge (Sings): What, sir?
Todd (Sings): Women.
Judge (Sings): Ah yes, women.
Todd (Sings): Pretty women.
The Judge hummed jauntily; the thought of pretty women distracted him so. Todd whistled and started stropping his razor rhythmically. He then lathered the Judge’s face. Still whistling, Todd stood back to survey the judge, who by now was totally relaxed, eyes closed. No doubt Turpin was off in a land of twisted wonder, not realizing just how much danger he had put himself in. Todd was completely focused on what he was set out to do.
All the while, Chrysalis sat and watched as the scene unfolded, as if she were taking notes. There was something about this she longed to remember, to learn from, and to apply to her own ventures. She longingly dreamt of having these very moments with her most despised enemies, while she slept at night cursing her every failure.
She watched silently as Todd picked up his most prized razor. Immediately, the entire tone of the scene shifted. The barber sang a soft, somber tone to his prized possession, preparing for the daunting and most important task at hand.
Todd (Sings): Now then, my friend. Now to your purpose. Patience, enjoy it. Revenge can’t be taken in haste.
Judge (Sings, opening his eyes): Make haste, and if we wed, You’ll be commended, sir.
Despite the Judge’s rude interruption, something he said caught Todd and Chrysalis’ attention. The barber approached the chair, leaning toward his customer.
Todd (Sings): My lord… And who, may it be said, Is your intended, sir?
Judge (Sings): My ward.
Shock tremored through Todd—as the Judge closed his eyes again and settled in comfortably… the barber’s rage slightly rising…
Fluttershy: (held onto Arctic arm tightly starting to get scared)
Arctic: (would place a hand on the scared girl as he started to comfort her a bit)
“And pretty as a rosebud,” The Judge sighed.
“Pretty as her mother?” Todd suggested, aside.
“What?” The Judge sat up, mildly puzzled. “What was that?”
“Oh, nothing, sir,” Todd dismissed the notion quickly. “Nothing. May we proceed?”
Turpin sat back in the chair, once again comfortable for the service to begin. Chrysalis watched with anticipation as Sweeney Todd stepped behind the Judge—his razor ready—certain of the great moment to come—Todd finally placed the razor at the man’s neck, ever so inching closer to the skin. She could feel the want to see the blood spill all over his throat.
Everyone started to feel a bit scared as Fluttershy grip started to tighten a bit.
Fluttershy: P-Please n-no, t-there is a better way than this one. (She said nervously)
And then, with an easy flick of his wrist, Todd cleanly shaved the man’s chin as he sang. All the while, he snuck glances toward Chrysalis while doing so. He had no idea why, but he found his gaze drawn to her… to the creature behind the mask of beauty.
Todd (Sings): Pretty women… Fascinating… Sipping coffee, dancing… Pretty women Are a wonder. Pretty women.
Sitting in the window or Standing on the stair, Something in them Cheers the air.
Pretty women…
Judge (Sings): Silhouetted…
Todd (Sings): Stay within you…
Judge (Sings): Glancing…
Todd (Sings): Stay forever…
Judge (Sings): Breathing lightly…
Todd (Sings): Pretty women…
Judge & Todd (Sings): Pretty women! Blowing out their candles or Combing out their hair…They proceeded to sing simultaneously:
Judge (Sings): Then they leave… Even when they leave you And vanish, they somehow Can still remain There with you, There with you.
Todd (Sings): Even when they leave, They still Are there. They’re there.
Judge & Todd (Sings): Ah, Pretty women…
Todd (Sings): At their mirrors…
Judge (Sings): In their gardens…
Todd (Sings): Letter-writing…
Judge (Sings): Flower-picking…
Todd (Sings): Weather-watching…
Judge & Todd (Sings): How they make a man sing! Proof of heaven As you’re living— Pretty women, sir!
There was no doubt about it this time. The music approaches a feverish crescendo, as Chrysalis braced herself. Todd was just about to finally kill the Judge right before her eyes. Her gaze widened with a toothy, evil smile. She relished this moment, waiting to see a man’s revenge exacted in the most perfect way imaginable.
Todd (Sings): Pretty women, here’s to Pretty women, all the Pretty women—
At the height of the climax, Todd raised his arm in a huge arc. Todd was about to go in for the killing slice, to finally have his vengeance for all the pain and agony the vile judge inflicted upon him many years ago. Chrysalis leaned closely as the barber was about to slash the Judge’s throat when—
Fluttershy: I can’t watch! (She said closing her eyes tightly)
Suddenly, the door burst open as Anthony rushed in!
“Mr. Todd! I’ve seen Johanna! She said she’ll leave with me tonight—!”
There was a series of gasps and worry as they saw Anthony barge in yelling out his plan
Pinkie Pie: That’s.. not good.
Juniper: This is the worst possible timing….
Sci-Twi: Not only did he come in when he was about to kill him.. but now the Judge knows that Johanna about to leave with him
Arctic: That’s not all…. Princess Twilight and her friends are there too.
Fluttershy: O-Oh no…(she said worried)
The sailor stopped as soon as he realized who was sitting as Todd’s customer. The Judge leapt up, away from Todd, fueled with burning anger.
“You!” Turpin snarled. “There is indeed a higher power to warn me thus in time—”
The old man tore off the white sheet, wiping off the shaving lather and threw it angrily at Anthony, as he advanced savagely.
“Johanna elope with you? Deceiving slut! I’ll lock her up in some obscure retreat where neither you nor any other vile creature shall ever lay eyes on her again—!”
He then spun with venom toward Todd, who was so despondent he didn’t react when the Judge spat at the man.
“And as for you, barber, it is all too clear what company you keep. Service them well and hold their custom—for you’ll have none of mine.”
And just like that, Judge Turpin stormed right out of the building, with no intent of ‘every’ returning for another service. But instead, the Judge had his own plans to enact. Sweeney Todd did not give chase, nor did he utter in an objection or plea, he just stood there… frozen.
To say the disguised changeling was furious was an understatement. It looked like Chrysalis’s face was oozing radioactive waste, with a fuse ready to ignite due to the heat of the burning anger.
“You… insolent fool!” Chrysalis shrieked. “You realize what you’ve done?! You show up at the most inopportune moment… and you ruined everything!”
“But Ms. Winters—you and Mr. Todd have to help me—” Anthony tried reasoning. “I’ve talked to Johanna and—!”
“Your excuses have no meaning! If you know what’s good for you, you stay away and never return on your life!”
“But—”
Todd suddenly turned toward Anthony with a ferocious roar:
“OUT! OUT, I SAY!!!”
Pinkie Pie: H-He sounds really REALLY mad. (She said worried)
Arctic: He had his chance to get revenge, only for it to slip away from his hands… even if Anthony was saving his daughter, he was dead set on getting revenge right there
Utterly stunned at his friend’s ferocity, a temper that worked wonders, Anthony backed away and hastily rushed out of the shop, out of sight. In the quiet ambience of the shop, Chrysalis’s huffing slowly calmed down as she turned around toward Todd. Very agitated, he stood over his chance motionless, as if he were in shock. She could see his mind was cracking apart and it didn’t get any better when Mrs. Lovett hurried in.
“All this shouting and running about, what’s happened—?” Mrs. Lovett asked.
“I had him—and then—” Todd muttered.
Rainbow Dash: Yeah, he is definitely mad.
Rarity: And I’m afraid… it might just get more worse.
“The sailor busted in, I know,” Mrs. Lovett finished. “I saw them both running down the street and I said—”
Todd (Sings): I had him! His throat was bare Beneath my hand—!
Mrs. Lovett tried to comfort him to no avail. “There, there, dear. Don’t fret—”
Todd (Sings): No, I had him! His throat was there, And he’ll never come again!
Todd (Sings): Why did I wait? You told me to wait! Now he’ll never come again…
Chrysalis could feel the mood growing ferocious as she bore witness to Todd’s wrenching insanity. By now, he was already close to the surface, and finally… he exploded.
Todd (Sings): There’s a hole in the world Like a great black pit And it’s filled with people Who are filled with shit And the vermin of the world Inhabit it— But not for long!
Suddenly, Todd turned toward Mrs. Lovett and Chrysalis—the former started back—alarmed by the pure madness in his eyes—while Chrysalis gazed with a sense of awe.
Todd (Sings): They all deserve to die! Tell you why, my dear pets, Tell you why: Because in all of the whole human race, little pets There are two kinds of men and only two. There’s the one staying put In his proper place And the one with his foot In the other one’s face— Look at me, little pets, Look at you—
Suddenly, he lurched and grabbed Mrs. Lovett tightly—
Todd (Sings): No, we all deserve to die! Even you, Mrs. Lovett, Even I. Because the lives of the wicked should be— Made brief. For the rest of us, death Will be a relief— We all deserve to die!
Todd clutched her to him very tightly, slashing the air violently with the other hand. Then suddenly, he keened, a howl of pure agony
Todd (Sings): And I’ll never see Johanna, No, I’ll never hug my girl to me—
He hurled Mrs. Lovett away from him, the latter landing in Chrysalis’s grasp briefly before even the Changeling cast the baker aside.
Todd (shouts): FINISHED!!
The group felt worried and dread as they listened to Sweeney singing his heart out as they felt bad that now he won’t be able to see his daughter again.
All at once, as Sweeney Todd kept slashing the air ravenously, Chrysalis found herself gazing—
—Into Todd’s mind.
Somehow, Chrysalis found herself outside the streets, among the people of London in the streets. It didn’t take long to find Todd, stalking relentlessly, holding his razor, striding down the street like a tiger. The many pedestrians they passed hardly noticed them, not even the fact that Chrysalis was outside her human disguise. They are invisible to them, wolves among the sheep, as the barber beckoned—
Todd (Sings): All right! You, sir, How about a shave? Come and visit Your good friend, Sweeney—!
And they continued in stride, Todd beckoning another man:
Todd (Sings): You, sir, too, sir— Welcome to the grave! I will have vengeance, I will have salvation!
Once more, Todd and Chrysalis continued in stride, the latter watching him beckoning more and more men:
Todd (Sings): Who, sir? You, sir? No one’s in the chair— Come on, come on, Sweeney’s waiting! I want you bleeders!
You, sir—anybody! Gentlemen, now don’t be shy! Not one man, no, Nor ten men, Nor a hundred Can assuage me— I will have you!
And from one man to another, Todd continued to prowl as Chrysalis followed like a lioness with the lion.
Todd (Sings): And I will get him back Even as he gloats. In the meantime, I’ll practice On less honorable throats—
Suddenly, Todd fell to his knees. Chrysalis loomed over him as he keened in anguish—
Todd (Sings): And my Lucy lies in ashes And I’ll never see my girl again, But the work waits, I’m alive at last And I’m full of JOOOOOOOOY!!!
With one final exalted cry, Sweeney Todd raised his razor high on the soaring last note. Just as Chrysalis reached out, something pulled her back… her view suddenly obscured by a strange, frenzied fluttering of black wings. She fought to pull herself back, as she discovered the black wings are pigeons, thousands of them, flying up in a great cloud…
Chrysalis was pulled back to finally discover that Todd knelt in the heart of a church square… empty but for him. As his cry came to an end, Chrysalis was slashed back to—
Sweeney Todd, kneeling on the floor of his shop. Sweat poured through his clothes, panting for breath. Beside Chrysalis, Mrs. Lovett stood. And like Chrysalis, they looked down at him intently.
Rarity: The poor man, his been through so much.
Applejack: His mind is clouded on revenge, and all he wants is to see his daughter again…
Sci-Twi: If he does get her back, what would she think of this? Surely she wouldn’t approve her father becoming.. like this. And, he is more mad then before (She said worried)
“That’s all very well, but what are we going to do about the dear departed?” Mrs. Lovett asked, kicking the chest.
But Sweeney Todd didn’t answer. He remained kneeling, motionless. Sighing, Chrysalis approached him.
“Listen Todd!” Chrysalis spoke firmly. “You need to get a hold of yourself! Do you hear me?”
Chrysalis slapped Todd’s cheek—he looked up at her, barely seeing her or Lovett.
Rainbow Dash: Man, the guy didn’t even flinch.
“Oh, you great useless thing,” Mrs. Lovett groaned. “Come on—”
Mrs. Lovett hauled him up and practically dragged the barber back to her pie shop, Chrysalis following behind.
Finally, they made it back to the pie shop, yet not without a struggle.
“Sit down,” Mrs. Lovett ordered Todd.
Todd thumped down, still in his own dark world. While he sat quietly, Mrs. Lovett quickly glanced around for Toby and then went straight for her parlor. While Lovett was gone, Chrysalis stared at Todd, who just sat in the chair as if under some form of trance. Slowly, she approached Todd’s side and slowly took a seat on the empty chair closest to him. For a moment, they said nothing as she looked out toward the window, occasionally glancing back at his frowning, yet calm face.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Chrysalis asked, comforting. “Coming so close to enacting revenge, only for some fool to rip it away from you at the last moment. There have been many times where my enemies slipped out of my grasp, and every time it only fuels my anger to resolve and return again.”
When Todd didn’t answer, Chrysalis strode toward the window, her own hateful eyes looking toward the people out on the street.
“All those… people. Full of ruthless habits and disgusting minds, yet they have the gall to call me the villain?” Chrysalis scoffed. “Their heroes so blind in their morals and righteousness that they don’t realize there are villains right in their vicinity; even sitting next to them eating… pies, cakes, cookies… and brownies!”
Pinkie Pie: Hey! Don’t mock the many delicious treats there is! They’re delicious and wonderful!
Chrysalis paused in her rant, taking this time to draw a few deep breaths before proceeding.
“What reason do they have to live?” She snarled, almost salivating. “Why? Because they are just like everyone else? And we are subjected and purged because we are different? Outcasts? The oddballs of society? They disgust me… all the injustice that is allowed to fester. How did the world become so naïve to the world around them? The world has gone too soft; it deserves to be purged… all of it.”
Whether or not Sweeney Todd heard a single word from Chrysalis, she took every advantage to rant. The years of frustration and anger had been cooped up within her for so long, held back by the need to maintain a sense of regal dignity. Yet even someone like she knows there’s only so much madness within her to contain until even her own patience pools over. Even so, she’s meant to represent the Dark Order as their most trusted among their ranks and here she was in a dreary town with a mad barber without even their permission to enter their premises. And if she were to go back now, if she were to crawl back to the ‘order’ with nothing to show for, she’d be no better than the has-been of a centaur and a misguided filly.
Perhaps, this was just what Sweeney Todd and Chrysalis have in common… outcasts driven by a desire for revenge, yet nowhere within its grasp. Just a regular pair of ‘failures’.
Arctic:(thinks to himself)Despite what they did, and even planning to do… perhaps things could’ve been different if they still had the one they loved with them still.
In between, Mrs. Lovett discovered Toby sound asleep on the sofa before the fire. She quickly snatched up a bottle of gin from the sideboard and returned to the pie shop. She found the pair sitting together, pouring a tumbler of gin, and handing it to them.
“There, drink it down,” Mrs. Lovett instructed softly. “All the way—that’s right…”
Sweeney Todd does so, at least having a sense to drink away the sorrow between his frustration.
“… Now, we got a body molderin’ away upstairs,” Mrs. Lovett reminded. “What do you intend we should do about that?”
“Later on, when it’s dark, we’ll take him to some secret place and bury him,” Todd answered.
“Yes, we would do that,” Chrysalis nodded. “It’s not like he has relatives coming to poke around looking for him.”
Meanwhile, Lovett turned to the commonfolk passing her shop. She pondered over what to do with the body of that con barber. Suddenly, an unheard sting played as an idea came to her head… a desperately, despicable, deviously, deceptive, and downright diabolical idea…
“And why should we settle with burying our debts?” Mrs. Lovett inquired.
“What are you rambling about now, Lovett?” Chrysalis groaned, frustrated.
Fluttershy: I-I don’t like the sound of this…
Sci-Twi: Me neither… I-I think we’re in for something much worse
“Well, you both know me, sometimes bright ideas just pop right into my head, and I keep thinking…”
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Seems a downright shame…
The two turned to Lovett as she started to saunter towards her counter.
“Shame?” Sweeney asked.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Seems an awful waste… Such a nice plump frame Wot’s-his-name Has… Had… Has… Nor it can’t be traced. Business needs a lift— Debts to be erased— Think of it as thrift, As a gift… If you get my drift… No?
As Lovett turned toward the two, Sweeney seemed unresponsive while Chrysalis simply looked unimpressed. She, like her friend, was not following along. Lovett sighed and simply continued sharing her thoughts aloud, ladling the usual ‘filling’ for her pies which was poured back in with an unsatisfying plop.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Seems an awful waste. I mean, With the price of meat what it is, When you get it, If you get it—
Suddenly, Chrysalis and Sweeny slowly turned towards each other. In that moment, they finally understood what the piemaker was implying. A slight smirk grew on the barber’s face while Chrysalis’s response was far more piqued. A villainous idea, yes… but one she most eagerly wants to do.
“Ah!” Sweeney and Chrysalis remarked.
Everyone didn’t understand at first, but after thinking about it for the moment they realized what she meant… and they started to green
Rarity: MY WORD WHY?! (She yelled in disgust
Fluttershy: S-She’s only joking right?! P-please tell me! (She said in tears)
Arctic: I-I don’t think she is..(he said starting to feel sick himself)
Mrs. Lovett (Sings, warming to the idea): Good, you got it. Take, for instance, Mrs. Mooney and her pie shop. Business never better, using only Pussycats and toast. And a pussy’s good for maybe six or Seven at the most. And I’m sure they can’t compare As far as taste—
Sweeney and Chrysalis soon stood up to join her, leading into a triangle dance.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Mrs. Lovett, what a charming notion,
Chrysalis (Sings): And it would be a waste…
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Eminently practical and yet Appropriate as always.
Chrysalis (Sings): It is an idea…
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Mrs. Lovett, how I lived without you All these years, I’ll never know!
Sweeney Todd (w/Chrysalis, sings): How delectable! Also undetectable. How choice! How rare!
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Think about it… Lots of other gentlemen’ll Soon be coming for a shave, Won’t they? Think of All them Pies!
They soon danced toward the window, watching the passersby, pondering all the potential ‘customers’ for their unethical undertaking to revamp both businesses.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): For what’s the sound of the world out there?
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): What, Mr. Todd? What, Mr. Todd? What is that sound?
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Those crunching noises pervading the air?
Chrysalis (Sings): Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, Mr. Todd! Yes, all around!
Sweeney Todd (Sings): It’s man devouring man, my dears!
All three (Sings): And (then) who are we to deny it, in here?
As Mrs. Lovett returned to her counter, Chrysalis and Sweeney gave a sinister look of agreement.
“Why, Nellie, dear… what a delightfully wicked solution to suggest…” The changeling remarked eagerly, with ecstasy. “I’m getting goosebumps over this!”
“Wicked, yes… but necessary for all of us,” Sweeney added, facing the piemaker. “These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett, and desperate measures are called for!”
Pinkie Pie: NOOOO! Not the pies! (She said in tears)
Juniper: T-They’re serious..(she said holding onto her stomach)
“Call it what you will… but still… as you said, we’d be doing them a favor anyway. No skin off my brow~”
Soon, the piemaker reached into her oven to pull out a cooked meat pie, placing it down on the counter.
“Here we are now, hot out of the oven…”
The pair eyed the pastry curiously, along with a sly and wicked smile.
“What is that?” Chrysalis and Todd asked, with raised eyebrows.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): It’s priest. Have a little priest.
As Chrysalis realized the intent, she played along while Todd peered his eye from the shop window, toward a person of the very profession welcoming the parish.
Chrysalis (Sings): Is it really good?
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Ma’am, it’s too good, At least. Then again, they don’t commit sins of the flesh, So, it’s pretty fresh.
And as she sang, she too looked outside to the Priest Todd was looking at.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Awful lot of fat.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Only where it sat.
The barber’s gaze soon turned to an oddly dressed chap reading a book of poetry of all things.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Haven’t you got poet Or something like that?
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): No, you see the trouble with poet Is, how do you know it’s Deceased? Try the priest!
An audible ‘mmm!’ broke their concentration as they turned and saw Chrysalis mimicking a satisfied dining experience, holding the pie in question.
“Mrs. Lovett… simply heavenly! One might say… close to Godliness~ Ha-ha…”
“Why, thank ye, dearie,” Mrs. Lovett responded, in kind. “Now I’ll confess… not as hearty as bishop, perhaps, but not as bland as curate, either. So, it’s good fer business, leaves you wantin’ more. Problem is… we can only get it on Sundays…”
“Well, what could be simpler then?” Chrysalis slyly suggested. “Shave the priest for cheap after Sunday Service… sell him for double for Monday service~”
This remark earned a light chuckle from the piemaker as she and Todd looked out the window for more potential ‘flavors’.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Lawyer’s rather nice.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): If it’s for a price.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Order something else, though, to follow, Since no one should swallow It twice.
Smirking at the two, Chrysalis joined their little game.
Chrysalis (Sings): Anything that’s lean?
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Well, then, if you’re British and loyal, You might enjoy Royal Marine. Anyway, it’s clean. Though, of course, it tastes of wherever it’s been.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Is that squire, On the fire?
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Looks thicker. More like vicar.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): No, it has to be grocer—it’s green.
Then, in the middle of everything, Sweeney began waltzing with Mrs. Lovett while also switching off to waltz with Chrysalis.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): The history of the world, my loves—
Chrysalis (Sings): Save a lot of graves, Do a lot of relatives favors…
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Is those below serving those up above.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Everybody shaves, So, there should be plenty of flavors…
Sweeney Todd (Sings): How gratifying for once to know—
All Three (Sings): That those above will serve those down below!
“Now then, let’s see… what do you say about… tinker~?” Mrs. Lovett suggested, pointing toward a pauper.
Sweeney and Chrysalis looked at the tool carrying man, no doubt inquiring for work. They looked at each other with concern.
“Mm… something pinker,” Sweeney remarked.
“Tailor?” Mrs. Lovett eyed a well-suited man.
“Something paler,” Chrysalis added.
“Potter?”
“Something hotter,” Sweeney retorted.
“Butler?”
“Something… subtler?” Chrysalis and Sweeney said in unison.
“Hmm… locksmith?”
The two were stunned as they couldn’t think of the proper rhyme for that profession.
So, they continued their little game of naming flavors.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Lovely bit of clerk.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Maybe for a lark.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Then again there’s sweep If you want it cheap And you like it dark! Try the fancier, Peak of his career—
Chrysalis (Sings): Ugh, looks pretty rank!
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Well, he drank, It’s a bank Cashier. Never really sold.
Chrysalis (Sings): Maybe it was old.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Have you any Beadle?
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Next week, so I’m told!
Chrysalis (Sings): Though Beadle’s not bad till you smell it and Notice how well it’s been greased…
Mrs. Lovett (w/Chrysalis, sings): Stick to priest!
“Now, the two of you might find this one a bit stringy, but…” Mrs. Lovett pointed out. “I highly recommend the fiddle player.”
The two leaned closer, spying a man carrying a musical instrument, though it was actually hard to tell what it was. The sight of which made Chrysalis raise an eyebrow.
“Mrs. Lovett, your eyes must be going, because that is obviously a piccolo player, or possibly a flutist,” The disguised Changeling corrected.
“Now, how can you tell?”
“Well… it looks piping hot!”
This issued a hearty chuckle from the piemaker.
“Then blow on it first, love!” Lovett added.
The two women shared the laughter as the barber turned back to face them.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): The history of the world, my sweets—
Chrysalis (Sings): Oh, Mr. Todd, Ooh, Mr. Todd, What does it tell?
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Is who gets eaten, and who gets to eat?!
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): And Mr. Todd, Too, Mr. Todd, Who gets to sell?!
Sweeney Todd (Sings): But fortunately, it’s also clear
All three (Sings): That (But) ev’rybody goes down well with beer!
“Well now, since the marine don’t appeal to neither of you…” Mrs. Lovett spied a naval officer. “Why not try a little rear admiral?”
“Honestly, way too salty,” Chrysalis pointed out. “Too much salt from such an old salt would kill any man.”
“I prefer… general?” Sweeney inquired, seeing another decorated officer. “Have you that?”
“With or without his privates?—‘With’ is extra.”
Chrysalis, getting the innuendo, guffawed with Mrs. Lovett as the latter returned to her counter, pulling out another pie from the oven and presenting it to them.
“What is that?” Sweeney asked.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): It’s fop. Finest in the shop. Or we have some shepherd’s pie peppered With actual shepherd On top.
She presented the pair with a pie clearly overstuffed with filling and placed on a doily.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): And I’ve just begun~ Here’s the politician—so oily It’s served with a doily— Have one?
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Put it on a bun.
Chrysalis (Sings): Well, you never know if it’s going to run!
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Try the friar. Fried, it’s drier.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): No, the clergy is really Too coarse and too mealy.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Then actor— That’s compacter.
Chrysalis (Sings): Yes, and always arrives overdone.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): We’ll come again when you Have Judge on the menu…
Mrs. Lovett grabbed a rolling pin, while Chrysalis went for the butcher’s knife.
“True, we don’t have judge yet…” Chrysalis suggested.
“… But would you settle for the next best thing?” Lovett finished.
“What’s that?”
The two ladies eyed each other devilishly as they answered grimly:
“Executioner!”
The barber smiled with intrigue as they rejoined in the dance. Todd took the cleaver from Chrysalis, feeling the heft of it. It felt so… good.
Sweeney Todd (Sings): Have charity toward the world, my pets—
Chrysalis (Sings): Yes, yes, I know, Mr. Todd!
Sweeney Todd (Sings): We’ll take the customers that we can get.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): High-born and low, my love!
Sweeney Todd (Sings): We’ll not discriminate great from small.
Sweeney Todd (w/Chrysalis, sings): No, we’ll serve anyone—
All three (Sings): Meaning anyone And to anyone At all!
And the music built to a climax as they joyously brandished their ‘weapons’ before breaking down with a sinister laugh.
“Oh, I wonder what pony meat tastes like!” Chrysalis smirked, licking her lips.
There was only silence as everyone started to pale as Sci-Twi, Juniper, Rarity and Pinkie Rush out the room heading back to the bathroom
Leaving only Applejack, Rainbow, Fluttershy and Arctic in the movie theater, with Arctic comforting Fluttershy who was a crying mess
Arctic:…they really gone the deep end, just when there could’ve been some small hope of Chrysalis being good again.. even if the chances were low (he said in his thoughts as he continued to comfort Fluttershy)
“I’m partial to sandwiched meself with ‘orse meat, least when I’m not busy bakin’ pies,” Mrs. Lovett added. “Mind you, that does sound like a good recipe for me meat pies. Much better than pussy meat, that’s for sure.”
As Mrs. Lovett returned to her pie-making station, Sweeney turned to his companion.
“How do you think you’ll get them here?” Todd asked curiously.
An evil glint flickered in the changeling’s eyes, one she prided herself on perfecting.
“I have a few ideas,” Chrysalis smiled maliciously. “I’ll have to improvise though… shouldn’t be too hard…”
And thus, upon this very day, the heat was on. Already, the kitchen was getting fired up for business. Those idiots residing in London had no idea what was coming to them. More importantly, neither did those blasted ponies and their moronic dragon pet. For once in Chrysalis’ long-standing career, everything was finally going to go her way.
Applejack:…This, this is too much. (She said lower her hat down covering her eyes) I-I need a minute. (She said as she leaves the room herself)
Rainbow Dash: yeah… i gotta go to. (She said as she ran out)
Arctic: (he would look down at Fluttershy as he slowly starts getting up holding onto her) Hey, let’s go get some fresh air.. ok? And perhaps some water
Fluttershy: (would weakly nod her head)
Arctic held her close as he starts to escort her out of the room so she could have some time to calm down, as after this… everyone needed some time to get themselves together again
Finally, Sweeney Todd stood. All his demons settled into a bizarre form of calmness. They could hear the Judge’s footsteps climbing the stairs. And then, the door opened, and in walked none other than Judge Turpin. Chrysalis stepped back, noting Todd’s urge to hide the change in his demeanor. She eyed the man up and down, sizing him up. His appearance reeked of slime and arrogance, as if he wanted people to hate him right at the moment. But his attention was not on Chrysalis, but toward the barber.
“Mr. Todd?” The Judge presumed.
The man’s voice was very oily, as if it was permeating like a stream through her bloodstream freezing it to the touch. Todd himself slowly turned to face the Judge, like seeing a familiar face for the first time.
“At your service…” Todd ‘politely’ greeted the judge. “An honor to receive your patronage, my lord.”
“You know me, sir?”
Todd gave a polite bow, though Chrysalis could sense and feel the bleeding hatred between the lines.
“Who in this wide world is not familiar with the honored Judge Turpin?”
Mando: Faking behind a smile to lure their enemy.
Postwar: And then they strike them down when they least expect it.
Sunset Shimmer: How the heck do you know so much of this?
Postwar: Meh, I get by.
The Judge grunted and glanced around the shop with a raised brow. No doubt there was disgust in his glance, eyeing the facility up and down. Specifically, the wooden rafters as opposed to the clean marble he was so used to. To him, it was a perfect reflection of the low end society residing in Fleet Street.
“These premises are hardly prepossessing and yet the Beadle tells me you are the most accomplished of all the barbers in the city,” Turpin finally said.
“That is gracious of him, sir…” Todd replied.
The man turned his head to Chrysalis, nodding to the Judge. Immediately, Chrysalis knew what he wanted of her, and it sickened her just to be in proximity with Turpin. Even if she were a Siren, like the three stooges who make the order, she wouldn’t wany anything to do with him. Grumbling, she obliged, approaching the man to remove his coat.
“… Sir, if you please, sir,” Chrysalis indicated for the Judge to sit. “Sit.”
As expected, the grimy eyes of the Judge looked at her. She could feel him undressing her with his eyes.
“Pardon my assistant,” Todd replied, as she walked away. “And what may I do for you today, sir? A stylish trimming of the hair? A soothing skin massage?”
As Chrysalis hung the Judge’s coat, she could still feel the Judge looking at her.
‘Disgusting man,’ She thought to herself. ‘He deserves whatever Todd gives him.’
Finally, as the Judge took his seat in the chair, he began to sing. He sung of desire to be presentable in apparel, all to satisfy the love of someone unnamed to them.
Ben Solo: Mom, why do most bad guys sing like that?
Postwar: I can answer that...sometimes they sing to bring a certain vibe in. Whenever bad guys go for the kill, a certain vibe comes over them, to show true fear to their enemies.
Galen Marek: Like Vader and the Emperor.
Postwar: Precisely.
The Judge loosened his ascot and collar, as he sat in the chair. Todd whipped a sheet over the Judge, then tucked the bib in. The Judge hummed, flicking imaginary dust off the sheet; Todd whistled gaily, the burning eyes into the man growing brighter.
“You’re in a merry mood today, Mr. Todd,” Turping noticed.
The barber merely carried on, picking up the next verse as he mixed the shaving lather.
The Judge hummed jauntily; the thought of pretty women distracted him so. Todd whistled and started stropping his razor rhythmically. He then lathered the Judge’s face. Still whistling, Todd stood back to survey the judge, who by now was totally relaxed, eyes closed. No doubt Turpin was off in a land of twisted wonder, not realizing just how much danger he had put himself in. Todd was completely focused on what he was set out to do.
All the while, Chrysalis sat and watched as the scene unfolded, as if she were taking notes. There was something about this she longed to remember, to learn from, and to apply to her own ventures. She longingly dreamt of having these very moments with her most despised enemies, while she slept at night cursing her every failure.
She watched silently as Todd picked up his most prized razor. Immediately, the entire tone of the scene shifted. The barber sang a soft, somber tone to his prized possession, preparing for the daunting and most important task at hand.
Despite the Judge’s rude interruption, something he said caught Todd and Chrysalis’ attention. The barber approached the chair, leaning toward his customer.
Shock tremored through Todd – as the Judge closed his eyes again and settled in comfortably… the barber’s rage slightly rising…
Postwar: And here comes the rage kicking in.
Sunset Shimmer: I am so glad I didn't continue to stay that way forever. And it was all thanks to the people who saved me, as well as ponies.
Postwar: To quote what a fan said to Vin Diesel, "You got family. Always."
Turpin sat back in the chair, once again comfortable for the service to begin. Chrysalis watched with anticipation as Sweeney Todd stepped behind the Judge – his razor ready – certain of the great moment to come – Todd finally placed the razor at the man’s neck, ever so inching closer to the skin. She could feel the want to see the blood spill all over his throat.
And then, with an easy flick of his wrist, Todd cleanly shaved the man’s chin as he sang. All the while, he snuck glances toward Chrysalis while doing so. He had no idea why, but he found his gaze drawn to her… to the creature behind the mask of beauty.
There was no doubt about it this time. The music approaches a feverish crescendo, as Chrysalis braced herself. Todd was just about to finally kill the Judge right before her eyes. Her gaze widened with a toothy, evil smile. She relished this moment, waiting to see a man’s revenge exacted in the most perfect way imaginable.
At the height of the climax, Todd raised his arm in a huge arc. Todd was about to go in for the killing slice, to finally have his vengeance for all the pain and agony the vile judge inflicted upon him many years ago. Chrysalis leaned closely as the barber was about to slash the Judge’s throat when—
Suddenly, the door burst open as Anthony rushed in!
“Mr. Todd! I’ve seen Johanna! She said she’ll leave with me tonight--!”
The sailor stopped as soon as he realized who was sitting as Todd’s customer. The Judge leapt up, away from Todd, fueled with burning anger.
Everyone groaned at what he just did.
Postwar: That useless bonehead!!
Sunset Shimmer: Normally, I wouldn't say anything bad about him because how nice he is, but in this case, I completely agree with you.
.“You!” Turpin snarled. “There is indeed a higher power to warn me thus in time—”
The old man tore off the white sheet, wiping off the shaving lather and threw it angerly at Anthony, as he advanced savagely.
“Johanna elope with you? Deceiving slut! I’ll lock her up in some obscure retreat where neither you nor any other vile creature shall ever lay eyes on her again--!”
He then spun with venom toward Todd, who was so despondent he didn’t react when the Judge spat at the man.
“And as for you, barber, it is all too clear what company you keep. Service them well and hold their custom – for you’ll have none of mine.”
And just like that, Judge Turpin stormed right out of the building, with no intent of ‘every’ returning for another service. But instead, the Judge had his own plans to enact. Sweeney Todd did not give chase, nor did he uttered in an objection or plea, he just stood there… frozen.
To say the disguised changeling was furious was an understatement. It looked like Chrysalis’s face was oozing radioactive waste, with a fuse ready to ignite due to the heat of the burning anger.
“You… insolent fool!” Chrysalis shrieked. “You realize what you’ve done?! You show up at the most inopportune moment… and you ruined everything!”
“But Ms. Winters – you and Mr. Todd have to help me –” Anthony tried reasoning. “I’ve talked to Johanna and--!”
“Your excuses have no meaning! If you know what’s good for you, you stay away and never return on your life!”
“But—”
Todd suddenly turned toward Anthony with a ferocious roar:
“OUT! OUT, I SAY!!!”
Utterly stunned at his friend’s ferocity, a temper that worked wonders, Anthony backed away and hastily rushed out of the shop, out of sight. In the quiet ambience of the shop, Chrysalis’s huffing slowly calmed down as she turned around toward Todd. Very agitated, he stood over his chance motionless, as if he were in shock. She could see his mind was cracking apart and it didn’t get any better when Mrs. Lovett hurried in.
“All this shouting and running about, what’s happened--?” Mrs. Lovett asked.
“I had him – and then—” Todd muttered.
“The sailor busted in, I know,” Mrs. Lovett finished. “I saw them both running down the street and I said—”
Sunset Shimmer: Oh no, now Princess Twilight and the others are in trouble.
Postwar: If only I could message them, but we're not allowed to interfere.
Sunset Shimmer: But your bosses did.
Postwar: Because they didn't had any other choice; the Cake Twins were in danger, what else could they have done?
Chrysalis could feel the mood growing ferocious as she bore witness to Todd’s wrenching insanity. By now, he was already close to the surface, and finally… he exploded.
Suddenly, Todd turned toward Mrs. Lovett and Chrysalis – the former started back – alarmed by the pure madness in his eyes – while Chrysalis gazed with a sense of awe.
Suddenly, he lurched and grabbed Mrs. Lovett tightly—
Todd clutched her to him very tightly, slashing the air violently with the other hand. Then suddenly, he keened, a howl of pure agony:
He hurled Mrs. Lovett away from him, the latter landing in Chrysalis’s grasp briefly before even the Changeling cast the baker aside.
All at once, as Sweeney Todd kept slashing the air ravenously, Chrysalis found herself gazing—
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--Into Todd’s mind.
Somehow, Chrysalis found herself outside the streets, among the people of London in the streets. It didn’t take long to find Todd, stalking relentlessly, holding his razor, striding down the street like a tiger. The many pedestrians they passed hardly noticed them, not even the fact that Chrysalis was outside her human disguise. They are invisible to them, wolves among the sheep, as the barber beckoned—
And they continued in stride, Todd beckoning another man:
Once more, Todd and Chrysalis continued in stride, the latter watching him beckoning more and more men:
And from one man to another, Todd continued to prowl as Chrysalis followed like a lioness with the lion.
Suddenly, Todd fell to his knees. Chrysalis loomed over him as he keened in anguish—
With one final exalted cry, Sweeney Todd raised his razor high on the soaring last note. Just as Chrysalis reached out, something pulled her back… her view suddenly obscured by a strange, frenzied fluttering of black wings. She fought to pull herself back, as she discovered the black wings are pigeons, thousands of them, flying up in a great cloud…
Chrysalis was pulled back to finally discover that Todd knelt in the heart of a church square… empty but for him. As his cry came to an end, Chrysalis was slashed back to—
Galen Marek: Honestly, these flashbacks are starting to give me a headache.
Ahsoka Tano: Now, Galen, they're just doing that so that we can understand the situation better, otherwise no one would know how to make sense of any of this.
Postwar: He has a point you know. Although I wonder why they didn't do the same for Sunset since Celestia mentioned her.
Sunset Shimmer: That's what I wanted to know, otherwise Princess Twilight would've understood me better and tried to help me.
Sweeney Todd, kneeling on the floor of his shop. Sweat poured through his clothes, panting for breath. Beside Chrysalis, Mrs. Lovett stood. And like Chrysalis, they looked down at him intently.
“That’s all very well, but what are we going to do about the dear departed?” Mrs. Lovett asked, kicking the chest.
But Sweeney Todd didn’t answer. He remained kneeling, motionless. Sighing, Chrysalis approached him.
“Listen Todd!” Chrysalis spoke firmly. “You need to get a hold of yourself! Do you hear me?”
Chrysalis slapped Todd’s cheek – he looked up at her, barely seeing her or Lovett.
“Oh, you great useless thing,” Mrs. Lovett groaned. “Come on—”
Mrs. Lovett hauled him up and practically dragged the barber back to her pie shop, Chrysalis following behind.
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Finally, they made it back to the pie shop, yet not without a struggle.
“Sit down,” Mrs. Lovett ordered Todd.
Todd thumped down, still in his own dark world. While he sat quietly, Mrs. Lovett quickly glanced around for Toby and then went straight for her parlor. While Lovett was gone, Chrysalis stared at Todd, who just sat in the chair as if under some form of trance. Slowly, she approached Todd’s side and slowly took a seat on the empty chair closest to him. For a moment, they said nothing as she looked out toward the window occasionally glancing back at his frowning, yet calm face.
Postwar: Wow, that's the first time I saw someone being able to calm down a psychopath like that.
Sunset Shimmer: You can say that again.
C-3PO: Oh, I most certainly agree. *R2 beeps along, with Grogu waving his arms about*
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” Chrysalis asked, comforting. “Coming so close to enacting revenge, only for some fool to rip it away from you at the last moment. There have been many times where my enemies slipped out of my grasp, and every time it only fuels my anger to resolve and return again.”
When Todd didn’t answer, Chrysalis strode toward the window, her own hateful eyes looking toward the people out on the street.
“All those… people. Full of ruthless habits and disgusting minds, yet they have the gall to call me the villain?” Chrysalis scoffed. “Their heroes so bling in their morals and righteousness that they don’t realize there are villains right in their vicinity; even sitting next to them eating… pies, cakes, cookies… and brownies!”
Chrysalis paused in her rant, taking this time to draw a few deep breaths before proceeding.
“What reason do they have to live?” She snarled, almost salivating. “Why? Because they are just like everyone else? And we are subjected and purged because we are different? Outcasts? The oddballs of society? They disgust me… all the injustice that is allowed to fester. How did the world become so naïve to the world around them? The world has gone too soft; it deserves to be purged… all of it.”
Whether or not Sweeney Todd heard a single word from Chrysalis, she took every advantage to rant. The years of frustration and anger had been cooped up within her for so long, held back by the need to maintain a sense of regal dignity. Yet even someone like she knows there’s only so much madness within her to contain until even her own patience pools over. Even so, she’s meant to represent the Dark Order as their most trusted among their ranks and here she was in a dreary town with a mad barber without even their permission to enter their premises. And if she were to go back now, if she were to crawl back to the ‘order’ with nothing to show for, she’d be no better than the has-been of a centaur and a misguided filly.
Perhaps, this was just what Sweeney Todd and Chrysalis have in common… outcasts driven by a desire for revenge, yet nowhere within its grasp. Just a regular pair of ‘failures’.
Postwar: I know how it feels to be ostracized and be treated like an outcast, but I never took it out on anyone, cause what would it prove? That I'd be no better than the ones I'd fight.
Leia Organa: Well said.
Galen Marek: I wonder how things would've been liked if you had been part of the Jedi Order.
Postwar: Probably be under deaf ears, considering how Windu and the others treated Ahsoka.
In between, Mrs. Lovett discovered Toby sound asleep on the sofa before the fire. She quickly snatched up a bottle of gin from the sideboard and returned to the pie shop. She found the pair sitting together, pouring a tumbler of gin, and handing it to them.
“There, drink it down,” Mrs. Lovett instructed softly. “All the way – that’s right…”
Sweeney Todd does so, at least having a sense to drink away the sorrow between his frustration.
“… Now, we got a body molderin’ away upstairs,” Mrs. Lovett reminded. “What do you intend we should do about that?”
“Later on, when it’s dark, we’ll take him to some secret place and bury him,” Todd answered.
“Yes, we would do that,” Chrysalis nodded. “It’s not like he has relatives coming to poke around looking for him.”
Meanwhile, Lovett turned to the commonfolk passing her shop. She pondered over what to do with the body of that con barber. Suddenly, an unheard sting played as an idea came to her head… a desperately, despicable, deviously, deceptive, and downright diabolical idea…
“And why should we settle with burying our debts?” Mrs. Lovett inquired.
“What are you rambling about now, Lovett?” Chrysalis groaned, frustrated.
“Well, you both know me, sometimes bright ideas just pop right into my head, and I keep thinking…”
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Seems a downright shame…
The two turned to Lovett as she started to saunter towards her counter.
“Shame?” Sweeney asked.
As Lovett turned toward the two, Sweeney seemed unresponsive while Chrysalis simply looked unimpressed. She, like her friend, was not following along. Lovett sighed and simply continued sharing her thoughts aloud, ladling the usual ‘filling’ for her pies which was poured back in with an unsatisfying plop.
Suddenly, Chrysalis and Sweeny slowly turned towards each other. In that moment, they finally understood what the piemaker was implying. A slight smirk grew on the barber’s face while Chrysalis’s response was far more piqued. A villainous idea, yes… but one she most eagerly wants to do.
Sweeney and Chrysalis soon stood up to join her, leading into a triangle dance.
They soon danced toward the window, watching the passersby, pondering all the potential ‘customers’ for their unethical undertaking to revamp both businesses.
As Mrs. Lovett returned to her counter, Chrysalis and Sweeney gave a sinister look of agreement.
Sunset Shimmer: Oh no.
Postwar: You got that right. I know those looks anywhere.
Mando: The looks of an evil plan forming.
“Why, Nellie, dear… what a delightfully wicked solution to suggest…” The changeling remarked eagerly, with ecstasy. “I’m getting goosebumps over this!”
“Wicked, yes… but necessary for all of us,” Sweeney added, facing the piemaker. “These are desperate times, Mrs. Lovett, and desperate measures are called for!”
“Call it what you will… but still… as you said, we’d be doing them a favor anyway. No skin off my brow~”
Soon, the piemaker reached into her oven to pull out a cooked meat pie, placing it down on the counter.
“Here we are now, hot out of the oven…”
The pair eyed the pastry curiously, along with a sly and wicked smile.
“What is that?” Chrysalis and Todd asked, with raised eyebrows.
As Chrysalis realized the intent, she played along while Todd peered his eye from the shop window, toward a person of the very profession welcoming the parish.
And as she sang, she too looked outside to the Priest Todd was looking at.
The barber’s gaze soon turned to an oddly dressed chap reading a book of poetry of all things.
An audible ‘mmm!’ broke their concentration as they turned and saw Chrysalis mimicking a satisfied dining experience, holding the pie in question.
“Mrs. Lovett… simply heavenly! One might say… close to Godliness~ Ha-ha…”
“Why, thank ye, dearie,” Mrs. Lovett responded, in kind. “Now I’ll confess… not as hearty as bishop, perhaps, but not as bland as curate, either. So, it’s good fer business, leaves you wantin’ more. Problem is… we can only get it on Sundays…”
“Well, what could be simpler then?” Chrysalis slyly suggested. “Shave the priest for cheap after Sundayservice… sell him for double for Monday service~”
This remark earned a light chuckle from the piemaker as she and Todd looked out the window for more potential ‘flavors’.
Sunset Shimmer: *Realizes in shock* Wait...did she just...
Postwar: Yes. Yes she did.
Everyone else was shocked by what that woman did.
Ahsoka Tano: She really is mad.
Smirking at the two, Chrysalis joined their little game.
Then, in the middle of everything, Sweeney began waltzing with Mrs. Lovett while also switching off to waltz with Chrysalis.
“Now then, let’s see… what do you say about… tinker~?” Mrs. Lovett suggested, pointing toward a pauper.
Sweeney and Chrysalis looked at the tool carrying man, no doubt inquiring for work. They looked at each other with concern.
“Mm… something pinker,” Sweeney remarked.
“Tailor?” Mrs. Lovett eyed a well-suited man.
“Something paler,” Chrysalis added.
“Potter?”
“Something hotter,” Sweeney retorted.
“Butler?”
“Something… subtler?” Chrysalis and Sweeney said in unison.
“Hmm… locksmith?”
The two were stunned as they couldn’t think of the proper rhyme for that profession. So, they continued their little game of naming flavors.
“Now, the two of you might find this one a bit stringy, but…” Mrs. Lovett pointed out. “I highly recommend the fiddle player.
The two leaned closer, spying a man carrying a musical instrument, though it was actually hard to tell what it was. The sight of which made Chrysalis raise an eyebrow.
“Mrs. Lovett, your eyes must be going, because that is obviously a piccolo player, or possibly a flutist,” The disguised Changeling corrected.
“Now, how can you tell?”
“Well… it looks piping hot!”
This issued a hearty chuckle from the piemaker.
“Then blow on it first, love!” Lovett added.
The two women shared the laughter as the barber turned back to face them.
“Well now, since the marine don’t appeal to neither of you…” Mrs. Lovett spied a naval officer. “Why not try a little rear admiral?”
“Honestly, way too salty,” Chrysalis pointed out. “Too much salt from such an old salt would kill any man.”
“I prefer… general?” Sweeney inquired, seeing another decorated officer. “Have you that?”
“With or without his privates? – ‘With’ is extra.”
Chrysalis, getting the innuendo, guffawed with Mrs. Lovett as the latter returned to her counter, pulling out another pie from the oven and presenting it to them.
“What is that?” Sweeney asked.
She presented the pair with a pie clearly overstuffed with filling and placed on a doily.
Mrs. Lovett grabbed a rolling pin, while Chrysalis went for the butcher’s knife.
“True, we don’t have judge yet…” Chrysalis suggested.
“… But would you settle for the next best thing?” Lovett finished.
“What’s that?”
The two ladies eyed each other devilishly as they answered grimly:
“Executioner!”
The barber smiled with intrigue as they rejoined in the dance. Todd took the cleaver from Chrysalis, feeling the heft of it. It felt so… good.
And the music built to a climax as they joyously brandished their ‘weapons’ before breaking down with a sinister laugh.
“Oh, I wonder what pony meat tastes like!” Chrysalis smirked, licking her lips.
Everyone was shocked by what Chrysalis was suggesting.
“I’m partial to sandwiched meself with ‘orse meat, least when I’m not busy bakin’ pies,” Mrs. Lovett added. “Mind you, that does sound like a good recipe for me meat pies. Much better than pussy meat, that’s for sure.”
As Mrs. Lovett returned to her pie-making station, Sweeney turned to his companion.
“How do you think you’ll get them here?” Todd asked curiously.
An evil glint flickered in the changeling’s eyes, one she prided herself on perfecting.
“I have a few ideas,” Chrysalis smiled maliciously. “I’ll have to improvise though… shouldn’t be too hard…”
And thus, upon this very day, the heat was on. Already, the kitchen was getting fired up for business. Those idiots residing in London had no idea what was coming to them. More importantly, neither did those blasted ponies and their moronic dragon pet. For once in Chrysalis’ long-standing career, everything was finallygoing to go her way.
Postwar: It's worse than I thought.
Sunset Shimmer: What do you mean?
Postwar: All of your enemies had done a lot of things in the past, but ever since they joined the benefactor, they're slowly starting to embrace the evil from the outside forces.
Mrs. Lovett (Sings): Then again there’s sweep If you want it cheap And you like it dark! Try the financier, Peak of his career—
It's "financier", not "fancier". The financier is the one concerned with the management of large amounts of money on behalf of governments or other large organizations. May wanna change this for your Wattpad version.
Discord: "JUSSONIC WANTS ME THROWN OFF A CLIFF! They're DEFINITELY our SUSpect! They want me thrown out of my OWN theater! They've got a BEEF with me! AND they must be working for the Dark Orders from the inside! That explains why our securities have been so shoddy! IT'S THEM! Can we vote them out to the moon to keep Celestia and Capper company?"
11650008 Me: (on the phone) Here's my opinion, Mr. Discord. GET STUFFED, YOU FAT TURKEY, AND STOP BOTHERING MY CINEMA!!!! (angrily hangs up) I never even consented nor agreed to this dumb game.
Dang it, Anthony. I have a feeling that's going to mess up things for the girls later. Although +100 on the heroism sidequest they had saving that boy earlier. I also like how the writing captures Mrs. Lovett's detached delivery with certain lines.
11650008 Charlie Morningstar: "Okay! Okay, guys. Guys. Can we please stop pointing fingers at each other and just be civil for a moment? I'm sure there's a rational explanation..."
Random Sinner: (To Charlie) "FUCK RATIONALITY! We're sinners!"
11649598 Garble: (Pointing at Curtain Calls) "I SAY WE VOTE THAT GUY OUT! He accused ME of being SUS!"
Arctic: (on the phone) Discord, I can understand the situation is dire, but maybe more evidence should be found. At this point we could have almost everyone on the moon…and I’m pretty sure Celestia would be even more upset then she already is.
11650008 Me: Whatever's happening to you Discord, you deserve it for all you've done, especially prior to Twilight's coronation. I've got better things to deal with than a klutzy idiot. *hangs up*
Discord: .... (inner Homer Simpson kicking in) WHY YOU LITTLE-! *is thrown off a cliff* AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! *crashes* D'OH!
11650014 Oh yeah, how typical! High school jock picks on the theater geek! At least I don't make a habit of stealing baby bird eggs and threatening to make an omelette au fromage!
If Spike ends up eating one of those pies, he's going to want a stomach pump. Sick Spike: After this adventure... I'll only eat jewels for a long time.
Charlie Morningstar: "GUYS! ENOUGH! No one's getting tossed to the moon again. OR even blasted off again, just because someone said so. There's hardly any evidence! So can we please just skip so we can resume watching the movie?"
Vaggie: "I second that notion."
Angel Dust: "I don't know. I kinda want to see someone getting blasted to the moon." (Points at Vaggie) "Namely cranky tits here."
Random Dude: "I'll do you one better! VOTE OUT ALASTOR, because's RED'S SUS!"
Alastor: "I beg your pardon?" :D
Charlie Morningstar: "NO! No, no! No pointing. No tossing. And also...anyone who is red is NOT SUS."
Random Dude: (To Charlie) "Oh you would say that, even if you are red. Wouldn't you?"
Mina: "Everyone STOP! Princess Charlie is right! This is getting us nowhere! I say we SKIP!"
Oooh, that brings me chills.
And oh crud, the ponies are in danger.
And I just noticed...the story revolves around Chrysalis a bit. About time the villain gets more screen time. Sometimes one does not know the villain's intents, but when allowed to explore more of their backstory, it makes things more interesting.
OH MY FAUST?! That’s disgusting!
That’s what I’m saying! How is it this guy gets even more worse
I didn’t expect THAT to be in the pies… man I knew I was going in a dark story but didn’t expect to be THAT far in being dark.
I fear for our pony heroes if they found out… or even taste the pie again
11649152
True that, Postwar
Extra Cuts:
Sonata Dusk: Same here...
Me: I can relate.
Me: No need to tell us twice.
Me: A petty crime is my guess.
Me: Starvation makes one despret.
Sonata Dusk: For realsies? I never knew that.
Me: It's not your fault you never knew.
Me: *stunned* You kiss your mother with that mouth?...
Me: This atta be good.
*Deep down, I knew that God would guide him to a better tomorrow*
*I pull out my phone and record their conversation*
Me: Such a sinful act to do.
Me: *nod my head in agreement*
*I along with Sonata follow our friends to Fleet Street, unaware that two figures in the shadows were watching.*
Thank God for Rainbow Dash and Applejack saving that boy. No matter what happens, the child did not deserve the death sentence.
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Marrying his own daughter?! How disgusting and Todd was so close of killing the judge!
Im scared and....... *shivers*, so much is about to happen, Chrysalis bout to go on a warpath, esp. for the Mane 6
Interesting chapter
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Zipp: Yeah, I agree.
Me: It’s the ashes from the factories.
Izzy: Ooh! Maximum sneaky: engaged!
Me: Well, it’s not Bilbo sneaky, but it’ll do.
Hitch: He’s a juvenile! Why is a juvenile being tried in a regular court?!
Me: (shrugs) Juves didn’t exist back then.
Sunny: He’s only a kid!
Sunny: H-H-H-Hanged?!
Me: Hanging’s were very popular back in those days.
Pipp: How can they hang someone so young?!
Me: Juvenile courts were established long after the Industrial Revolution, and long after the reforms were established.
Zipp: I hate this place.
Posey: Language!
I laughed at that.
Izzy: Yes! Yes! Rescue mission activated!
Me: Well, that was nice of them. (sighs) They certainly stand out in this shit infested city.
Sunny: Does it…get any better?
Me: By the turn of the Century, it does, and even then there’s tens of decades before significant change is put into effect.
Sunny: That’s horrible!
Me: (shrugs) Well, that’s history for ya.
Zipp: What?!
Zipp: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!!
Pipp: (rubbing ears) And you call me the loud one!
Zipp: He’s going to what!?
Pipp: Oh, ew! That is disgusting!
Hitch: What is wrong with that man?!
Misty huddled in the corner, trying to block the image of Opaline forcing her into marriage.
Pipp: I’m trying hard not to myself!
Sprout: I can’t take this anymore!
The red pony up and galloped to the front lobby.
Me: NO REFUNDS!!!
He stopped, and then slumped back into his seat.
Sprout: I hate you.
Me: Hey, you can leave if you want to—
Sprout: Forget it! I’m getting my money’s worth from this movie!
Zipp: How dare he!
Izzy: That is not true!
Sunny: Mares are just as strong as stallions!
Me: I personally like beards. Beards are cool.
Izzy: And Alphabittle has the best beard that I’ve ever seen!
Me: Well, well, well. Just like that, he’s on his way. And the Beadle kept his word.
Zipp: That’s good to know, at least.
Me: (thoughts) Oh, my God I just realized something! If Turpin leaves to find Johanna about leave and the Equestrians are there with her, then that would mean…Oh fuck!
Sunny: They’re going to save Johanna!
Zipp: And Turpin’s gonna die.
Hitch: (cringes) I still can’t get how he can drink so much alcohol.
Me: Child labor in the factories.
Hitch: Yeah, I know. It doesn’t make it any less bad.
Zipp: How much is he going to drink before he dies of alcohol poisoning?
Sunny: Zipp!
Hitch: More likely, he’ll just pass out. It’s probably not his first bottle.
Zipp: Uhuh, they did.
Zipp: No harm?!
Pipp: Nu uh!
Sunny: So…is she condemning it?
Me: Nope. She’s just as crazy as the other two.
Hitch: Wait…is that technically grave-robbing? (thinks) Actually, it’s more tampering with evidence.
Sunny: (scared) Wait…what does that mean?
Me: That’s an outdated saying, but most likely it means: murder.
Sunny: What?! No!
Zipp: (iffy) I wouldn’t put it past him.
Me: Cold hard logic. It’s fucking terrifying.
Sunny: She’s showing sympathy for him! Yes, he doesn’t have to die!
Misty: That’s great! (mumbles) I think…
Opaline: (hidden) See, Misty? She has the right idea. This idea is only going to come back and bite them in the flanks.
Pipp: There he is!
Hitch: Just like he promised.
Izzy: No! Don’t go in there! It’s jinxie!
Me: Yes, go in there. Your fate awaits you.
Sunny: She’s scared of him!
Pipp: It’s one new thing after another.
Me: Johnny Depp always uses that look in…most of his collabs with Tim Burton. It’s fucking creepy and I love it!
Me: This is so fascinating.
Izzy: Eh?
Sunny: What, really?
Pipp: Oh! This is interesting!
Zipp: I figured that was going to happen.
Sunny gulped.
Me: Quick and clean, he is. Smooth and subtle.
Me: I can believe that.
Sunny: This is not good, Sweeney. There’s still good in you!
I sat back staring at the orange pony in disbelief. It seemed that she was a regular denial of evil people. Sooner or later, she’s going to see the truth.
Pipp: And so, he enters.
Hitch: He is working so hard not to even glare at him. That takes skill.
Me: In this case, that is true to his nature as a barber. Smooth and subtle, that’s the way it goes.
Zipp: I can’t tell if this is ironic or not.
Me: I would say: yes it is.
Zipp: He’s got him right where he wants him.
Pipp: I see what you mean by this being a great musical, Plymouth.
Me: Thank you, Pipp. And I’m really excited about this scene. It’s got two of the best songs on the soundtrack back-to-back.
Pipp: This song is just filled with beautiful tension!
Me: (aside) Yep, Joshscorcher knew exactly what he was talking about.
Pipp: You can see just how hard he’s trying to hold back.
Sunny gulped again, hiding behind her hooves. And humming and whistling along to the song probably didn’t help her nerves.
The entire audience sucked in a terrified gasp…
Me: I thought as much. He’s eyeing her up, too.
Zipp: I bet he’s gonna do something to her by the end of this movie.
Pipp: This melody is wonderful!
Me: Tell you what, I’m gonna let you borrow my copy of the album after this is over.
Pipp: Really?! Thank you!
Me: This is so great!
Sunny: This is so terrible! I can’t watch!
Sunny: Is he dead? (looks) Oh, he’s not! But wait, (gasps) He knows!
Zipp: Augh, I hate this stupid trope of dumb coincidences happening at the worst times!
Me: It’s usually relegated to the theater.
Hitch: Anthony I can understand, but he had no reason to be angry at Todd!
Sunny: (gasps) But if he’s going home early, what about Princess Twilight and the others?!
There were collective gasps among the audience.
Me: It’s gonna get interesting.
Sunny: But he’s trying to help Todd’s daughter! Surely you would understand that?!
I placed my griffon claw to my face, trying very hard not to growl loudly.
Me: (to reader) I’m gonna call it part one here just to be safe. Next one’s gonna be a doozy!
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Glad Rainbow and Applejack saved that kid from being hanged. But Anthony botched Todd's plan to finish the Judge, and now he'll be going back. And he wants to marry her to keep others from wanting her. Ugh!!! I think I just threw up in my mouth.
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Discord Memorial Cinema
Zipp: I imagine that he’s beyond pissed off.
Me: Yes! Here it is! The best song of the whole soundtrack! Thank you, Schafrillas!
Me w/Todd (Sings):
Why did I wait?
You told me to wait!
Now he’ll never come again…
Me w/Todd (Sings):
There’s a hole in the world
Like a great black pit
And it’s filled with people
Who are filled with shit
And the vermin of the world
Inhabit it—
But not for long!
Me: This is the song of a madman…who’s cracked.
Pipp: You seem to love singing along with it.
Me: Thanks, Pipp. Mind you, it’s become one of my recent favorites.
Me w/Todd (Sings):
They all deserve to die!
Tell you why, my dear pets,
Tell you why:
Because in all of the whole human race, little pets
There are two kinds of men and only two.
There’s the one staying put
In his proper place
And the one with his foot
In the other one’s face—
Look at me, little pets,
Look at you—
Sunny gasped again.
Me /wTodd (Sings):
No, we all deserve to die!
Even you, Mrs. Lovett,
Even I.
Because the lives of the wicked should be—
Made brief.
For the rest of us, death
Will be a relief—
We all deserve to die!
Me w/Todd (Sings):
And I’ll never see Johanna,
No, I’ll never hug my girl to me—
Me w/Todd (shouts):
FINISHED!!
As I stood up from my seat, I put on a sinister face as the lights turned blood red.
Pipp: Yes! I love the live performances this theater gives us!
Zipp: This is…kinda spooky.
Me w/Todd (Sings):
All right! You, sir,
How about a shave?
Come and visit
Your good friend, Sweeney—!
Me w/Todd (Sings):
You, sir, too, sir—
Welcome to the grave!
I will have vengeance,
I will have salvation!
Me w/Todd (Sings):
Who, sir? You, sir?
No one’s in the chair—
Come on, come on,
Sweeney’s waiting!
I want you bleeders!
You, sir—anybody!
Gentlemen, now don’t be shy!
Not one man, no,
Nor ten men,
Nor a hundred
Can assuage me—
I will have you!
Pipp: He is putting on the performance of a lifetime! (whistles) You’re doing great!
Hitch: (concerned) He uh…he’s very good at…impersonating Sweeney.
Izzy: I would be more impressed if I wasn’t so scared!
Me w/Todd (Sings):
And I will get him back
Even as he gloats.
In the meantime, I’ll practice
On less honorable throats—
Me w/Todd (Sings):
And my Lucy lies in ashes
And I’ll never see my girl again,
But the work waits, I’m alive at last
And I’m full of JOOOOOOOOY!!!
As the song ended, I fell to my knees, panting out of breath on the stage in front of the entire audience. There was something in my performance that caused me to pour all my anger and pain into it. I stood up as the lights returned to their normal color.
Pipp: (clapping hooves) That was great, Plymouth!
Izzy: (likewise) It was like he jumped out of the screen right in front of us! Only as a griffon instead of a human!
Me: Thanks, really. Something about that song compels me to sing it every time I hear it.
Sunny: (scared) What’s Sweeney going to do now?
Me: (laughs) That is the most anticlimactic line to say after a grandiose I have ever heard!
Zipp: Seriously? How is he that fazed that he doesn’t respond to a slap to the face?
Hitch: Unless he’s in a coma.
Izzy: Maybe he’s sleepwalking?
Posey: This is all moving too fast to take it all in. And the music makes no sense! It has no rhyme or rhythm.
I actually laughed at that.
Me: Yeah, right.
Izzy: How dare you! Those are wonderfully delicious treats and you have no idea what you’re talking about!
Sunny: It’s…it’s not fair what happened to them.
Zipp: (shakes head) It makes no difference where they came from. All that matters is what they did in the present. And so far, we’ve seen Chrysalis be nothing more than a monster.
Sunny: But…but she and Sweeney…th-they can use each other to become better! Can’t they?!
Zipp: Oh, get your mind straight, Sunny! You can’t be in denial about these things!
Me: She’s either going to return to the Order and be punished for using the portal without permission, or she’s going to be rewarded for her actions in what happens next.
Sunny: (scared) Wh…what does she mean?
Hitch: I…don’t get it.
Hitch: Oh. (eyes widen) O-oh! Oh, my…(gags)
Zipp: Holy feathers!
Me: Mary, mother of Christ.
Pipp: (gasps) Ooooooh~! That is beyond villainous!
Sunny: (worried) What?! What is it?!
Me: Now you see why this is the most grim and twisted musical of all time.
Izzy: No! NOT THE PIES!!
Sprout: I swear I don’t put meat on my pizza, mommy!
Sunny: What is everyone shouting about!?
Sunny: (meek) P-p-priest?!
Me: Bleugh. Fat. I always cut around it when eating my proteins.
Me: (chuckles) She is so getting into the insanity of this movie, it’s kind of hilarious.
Zipp: Well, it’s where she belongs, among the cockroaches.
Sunny: (almost panting) Priest…poet…
Me: (snaps fingers; Cockney accent) Ah, roigh. Sunday worship and all that.
Me: I can imagine Alastor is having the time of his life with this song. In fact, I’ll bet he’s singing along to it, or in his head, right now.
Me: Chrysalis fits so well into this film’s atmosphere and soundtrack, it’s like she was a part of Sondheim’s adaptation from the beginning.
Zipp: Her distorted voice is weirder when she’s singing.
Me: Honestly, a locksmith is a dead-paying job anyway, so that would not be as likely.
Me: Wouldn’t it be hilarious if Joseph Seed was on the menu?
Audience: Eww! Gross! No!
Me: Okay, fine! Too dark for you guys, I suppose.
Me: Oh, come on! Leave the street musicians alone!
Izzy: Yeah, they did nothing to you!
Me: Oh, that is a clever innuendo on your part, Sondheim.
Sunny whimpered to herself, growing increasingly uncomfortable.
Me: What the hell is fop?
Izzy: Some kind of pie? At least, that’s what I’m guessing because of the pie she just pulled out.
Me: Oooh…
That was it for the poor sheriff, because he dashed into the lobby slamming the restroom door behind him.
Sunny: WH-WHAT, WHAT, WHAT?!!!
The entire audience went pale. Hitch returned just in time to catch the ending.
Me: Oh, fuck. So, now she’s crossed the line.
Zipp: That’s it. There’s no redemption for her anymore.
Pipp: Abso-positively!
Hitch: Yeah, I’m with you guys on this one. (gags)
The poor stallion raced out again.
Zipp: (pale) Oh, boy.
Sunny: No! No no no no no no no no NO!!!
Me: (ominous) And so it begins.
Just beside me, Sunny was hyperventilating like crazy.
Me: Sunny? Hey, Sunny! Calm down!
Sunny: (hyperventilates) It’s not fair! They don’t deserve this! None of them do!
Zipp: Sunny! You need to calm down!
Opaline: (hidden locket; laughs) This is the alicorn of Modern Equestria? Pony up, it’s only fiction.
Sunny: (continues) Priest…poet…marine…Beadle…! MEAT!!!
Suddenly, she gasped, went quiet, and fell over behind in her seat with a loud crash.
Me: Oh, fucking shit!
Izzy: Best friend!
Zipp & Pipp: Sunny!
Misty: Oh, no!
Opaline: (hidden locket) Misty, don’t you realize that this is your chance?
Misty: My chance? O-oh, right! To get the…dragon-fire. But what about Sunny?
Opaline: (hidden locket) You have nothing to worry about. NOW GET GOING!!!
Misty: AAHH!!!
The sudden shout sent Misty into a running panic. Unfortunately, it was right when Hitch returned to the theater after the second throw up. She ran into the stallion before tripping over her hooves, crashing into the main entrance to the cinema, knocking her out cold and sending her hidden locket onto the ground, which the tumble caused the lid to close, obscuring Opaline’s insight of the cinema.
Hitch: Misty?
Misty: (dazed) Priest…priest…have a little…*snores*
Hitch: …Okay.
Excuse me? This isn't your house, Discord, it was the last guy's and you stole it, therefore, you don't get a say in what's going on. I think someone just let you go....over a cliff.
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OOH! To answer your question about a fop:
A fop is an individual with very expensive tastes. Wardrobe, housing, so on and so forth. A modern equivalent would be to call someone "boujee". So if someone from Victorian London saw someone dressed incredibly fancy for an average walk on the town, they might refer to them as a "foppish individual."
I think I speak for all of us when I say:
That's horrible!
Your wish is horrible!
YOU'RE HORRIBLE!!!
*points to Chrysalis* YOU'RE AN IRREDEEMABLE MONSTER!
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Oh oh, what took you so long... Idiot?! *flicks you*
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Moments went by as Arctic and Fluttershy waited for the others girls to come back, eventually they started coming back taking their seats again each having some water as they started to watch the movie again.
Rainbow Dash: At this point.. I have to agree
Applejack: Eeyup.
Arctic: For sure
Rainbow Dash: Hey! Lay off!
Juniper: Yeah! His only a kid!
The Audience: WHAT?! (They yelled in shock)
Arctic: I have a lot to add onto that! Because HE DESERVES IT! (He said in anger)
Rarity: How can anyone be so awful and resort to something like that!
Fluttershy: (whimpering a little)
Fluttershy: P-Please hurry! (She exclaimed)
Sighs of relief were heard as everyone smiled seeing that they were able to save the boy.
Sci-Twi and Juniper: WHAT?!
Pinkie Pie: That’s not fair! He can’t go doing that without proof!
Arctic:…unfortunately and how much it’s unfair, he can.. which shows how corrupted he is. (He said with a glare)
The girls felt disgusted by this as they started to turn a little green.
Rarity: WHY WOULD ANYONE DO THAT?! (She exclaimed in disgust)
Arctic: And to think we thought he couldn’t get any lower!
Juniper:Why would she even accept in the first place?!
Pinkie Pie: His…taking him to the Barber shop?
Applejack: This has two possible outcomes… and both could end badly.
Rainbow Dash: Would it though? At this point the judge has it coming.
Rarity: I hope that they can save her.
Juniper: They have to, this is the perfect time to do so
Arctic: I wanna agree…but something tells me something will go wrong
Arctic: Man, hope he call hold down his liquor…
Rainbow Dash: You bet they did, sister.
Rarity: Not exactly, that man did plenty of harm.
Juniper: Blackmail and even assault..
Sci-Twi: Still, I don’t think they had to kill him… even if he would’ve told the judge
Pinkie Pie: Wow…she changed her mind fast.
Fluttershy: H-His n-not gonna k-kill him?! (She said scared)
Rariry: Surely, there can be another way!
Juniper: his still just a kid!
Arctic: At least there is some sympathy.
Pinkie Pie: As long as he doesn’t find the body.. he should be fine. Right? (She asked hopefully)
Rainbow Dash: I don’t know Pinkie… something tells me there will be something that’ll show him the truth
Applejack: There he is..(she said with a glare)
Juniper: Still can’t believe he kept his word.
Sci-Twi: Guess he is a man of some honor… with what little he has anyway
Arctic: The glare of our hatred, even other villains can be afraid from a look like that
Rainbow Dash: Stay? Why the heck does he want her to stay? (She questioned)
Arctic: His taking the opportunity…
Fluttershy: (started to whimper a little bit and leans back onto her seat)
Juniper: (shivers a little bit) Slow and painful death…
Sci-Twi: H-He really wants him to suffer (she said feeling a shiver up her back)
Applejack: I think I feel the hate his feeling right now…
Rainbow Dash: How would you feel if you have to hold back all that anger against one person, and pretend to be nice
Arctic: I can imagine it being a hard task to do..
Pinkie Pie: Girls…. Is it wrong to feel bad for the judge? (She asked feeling worried) I mean… he did some really REALLY bad stuff but… what Sweeney about to do, it’s a bit much, don’t you think?
The others and Arctic looked at each other, they admit that the Judge did horrible and disgusting things…but even the most horrible people don’t deserve death.
Arctic: (thinks to himself) As much as I, and everyone else in this theater or in the other theaters hate this man to the core. Murder is wrong, even if what he did was beyond horrible..justice should be face but in the right way. It’s what makes us better then villains.
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Way to go, Anthony! What is to become with The Mane Six and Spike?
Wait until Sweeney gets his hands on you, Turpin!
Wow, uh. Thank you. I don't know what to say.
Just when things start to finally go one's way, things take a wrong turn after another.
Turpin assumed by getting a clean shave he'd be well set for his upcoming wedding with his own daughter, which I find weird. But not only does he find out that Johanna has feelings for another man, but that very man shows up and right up announces his plans to take her away from him. And in doing so, Todd's chances of bringing his nightmares to an end by killing the judge blows up in his face and he may never get another chance.
Hence, this is where the essence of the 'epiphany' comes in. If he's not going to be able to get to the judge, he (And his cohorts) will go on an intense killing spree until they are lucky to have the Judge or one of their other enemies sitting on that chair, waiting for their fate to be sealed. And thus, if we didn't think Todd had gone utterly bonkers before... this is where the breaking point starts to build up.
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Mando: Glad to see their tracking skills have paid off.
Postwar: Agreed, now the hard part is to make sure they don't get caught.
Sunset Shimmer: I just hope they don't get caught.
C-3PO: Oh, I most certainly agree with you, miss Shimmer. *R2 beeps in agreement*
Galen Marek: She's not wrong. That man is more vile than the Inquisitors.
Postwar: Speaking of which, were there any that survived and were able to be convinced to come back to the light?
Ahsoka Tano: I'm afraid not. They knew of the Empire's defeat, but because of the Empire, they're far gone I'm afraid.
Leia Organa: A trial? What's all this for?
Postwar: Something tells me we'll find out in the next few moments.
Sunset Shimmer: I'm already fearing what's going to happen.
Sunset Shimmer: How could they do that to him?! He's just a boy.
Galen Marek: They punish those in their way, no matter how different. They took me away from my home and forced me to become Vader's apprentice. *Sunset held him close to comfort him*
Postwar: I just hope it doesn't blow in their faces.
Ahsoka Tano: Oh, I agree. They've already had enough bad luck already.
Sunset Shimmer: Been there before. Several times actually.
Sunset Shimmer: *sighs in relief* Oh, thank goodness.
Galen Marek: The boy now has a future.
Postwar: But question is, where will he go?
Mando: The unknowns are always a mystery to all of us.
Sunset Shimmer: My thoughts exactly!!
Ahsoka Tano: Why would anyone want to do that?!
Postwar: I know right?! That's like, watching Palpatine get busy!!
Everyone widened their eyes, then shuddered and some had green faces.
Mando: I did not need to picture that.
Postwar: Ugh, why does my mouth always run faster than my brain?
Sunset Shimmer: Oh, I hope they'll be okay.
Postwar: We can only hope for a miracle at this point.
Leia Organa: I think we can all agree to that.
Galen Marek: Is that even allowed?
Postwar: It was in the old days I'm afraid. Thankfully, they wised up and changed the law to make sure that things like this never happens again.
Sunset Shimmer: Though that doesn't mean there still aren't a few rule breakers out there.
Leia covered her son's eyes whilst some were shockened by what they were seeing, but Postwar gripped his fists in anger wen he saw this
Postwar: Pff, like you're one to talk. *Everyone nodds in agreement*
Sunset Shimmer: They'd really kill the boy?
Postwar: Trust me, they would. And if you think that was bad, you should've seen the Holocaust.
Galen Marek: Sunset told me about it from her world's history. And I thought the Empire was evil when it came to punishing civilians.
Some were now fearing how this would turn out, with Sunset holding onto Galen for dear life
Sunset Shimmer: The same could be thought of you, Chrysalis.
Postwar: Who knows with her these days.
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Juniper: The Judge doesn’t even know his in danger…
Sci-Twi: And, Sweeney taking his time with every moment… he got him where he wants to.
Fluttershy: (held onto Arctic arm tightly starting to get scared)
Arctic: (would place a hand on the scared girl as he started to comfort her a bit)
Everyone started to feel a bit scared as Fluttershy grip started to tighten a bit.
Fluttershy: P-Please n-no, t-there is a better way than this one. (She said nervously)
Fluttershy: I can’t watch! (She said closing her eyes tightly)
There was a series of gasps and worry as they saw Anthony barge in yelling out his plan
Pinkie Pie: That’s.. not good.
Juniper: This is the worst possible timing….
Sci-Twi: Not only did he come in when he was about to kill him.. but now the Judge knows that Johanna about to leave with him
Arctic: That’s not all…. Princess Twilight and her friends are there too.
Fluttershy: O-Oh no…(she said worried)
Pinkie Pie: H-He sounds really REALLY mad. (She said worried)
Arctic: He had his chance to get revenge, only for it to slip away from his hands… even if Anthony was saving his daughter, he was dead set on getting revenge right there
Rainbow Dash: Yeah, he is definitely mad.
Rarity: And I’m afraid… it might just get more worse.
The group felt worried and dread as they listened to Sweeney singing his heart out as they felt bad that now he won’t be able to see his daughter again.
Rarity: The poor man, his been through so much.
Applejack: His mind is clouded on revenge, and all he wants is to see his daughter again…
Sci-Twi: If he does get her back, what would she think of this? Surely she wouldn’t approve her father becoming.. like this. And, he is more mad then before (She said worried)
Rainbow Dash: Man, the guy didn’t even flinch.
Pinkie Pie: Hey! Don’t mock the many delicious treats there is! They’re delicious and wonderful!
Arctic:(thinks to himself)Despite what they did, and even planning to do… perhaps things could’ve been different if they still had the one they loved with them still.
Fluttershy: I-I don’t like the sound of this…
Sci-Twi: Me neither… I-I think we’re in for something much worse
Everyone didn’t understand at first, but after thinking about it for the moment they realized what she meant… and they started to green
Rarity: MY WORD WHY?! (She yelled in disgust
Fluttershy: S-She’s only joking right?! P-please tell me! (She said in tears)
Arctic: I-I don’t think she is..(he said starting to feel sick himself)
Pinkie Pie: NOOOO! Not the pies! (She said in tears)
Juniper: T-They’re serious..(she said holding onto her stomach)
There was only silence as everyone started to pale as Sci-Twi, Juniper, Rarity and Pinkie Rush out the room heading back to the bathroom
Leaving only Applejack, Rainbow, Fluttershy and Arctic in the movie theater, with Arctic comforting Fluttershy who was a crying mess
Arctic:…they really gone the deep end, just when there could’ve been some small hope of Chrysalis being good again.. even if the chances were low (he said in his thoughts as he continued to comfort Fluttershy)
Applejack:…This, this is too much. (She said lower her hat down covering her eyes) I-I need a minute. (She said as she leaves the room herself)
Rainbow Dash: yeah… i gotta go to. (She said as she ran out)
Arctic: (he would look down at Fluttershy as he slowly starts getting up holding onto her) Hey, let’s go get some fresh air.. ok? And perhaps some water
Fluttershy: (would weakly nod her head)
Arctic held her close as he starts to escort her out of the room so she could have some time to calm down, as after this… everyone needed some time to get themselves together again
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Discord's Theatre, Galaxy Branch
Mando: Faking behind a smile to lure their enemy.
Postwar: And then they strike them down when they least expect it.
Sunset Shimmer: How the heck do you know so much of this?
Postwar: Meh, I get by.
Ben Solo: Mom, why do most bad guys sing like that?
Postwar: I can answer that...sometimes they sing to bring a certain vibe in. Whenever bad guys go for the kill, a certain vibe comes over them, to show true fear to their enemies.
Galen Marek: Like Vader and the Emperor.
Postwar: Precisely.
Postwar: And here comes the rage kicking in.
Sunset Shimmer: I am so glad I didn't continue to stay that way forever. And it was all thanks to the people who saved me, as well as ponies.
Postwar: To quote what a fan said to Vin Diesel, "You got family. Always."
Everyone groaned at what he just did.
Postwar: That useless bonehead!!
Sunset Shimmer: Normally, I wouldn't say anything bad about him because how nice he is, but in this case, I completely agree with you.
Sunset Shimmer: Oh no, now Princess Twilight and the others are in trouble.
Postwar: If only I could message them, but we're not allowed to interfere.
Sunset Shimmer: But your bosses did.
Postwar: Because they didn't had any other choice; the Cake Twins were in danger, what else could they have done?
Galen Marek: Honestly, these flashbacks are starting to give me a headache.
Ahsoka Tano: Now, Galen, they're just doing that so that we can understand the situation better, otherwise no one would know how to make sense of any of this.
Postwar: He has a point you know. Although I wonder why they didn't do the same for Sunset since Celestia mentioned her.
Sunset Shimmer: That's what I wanted to know, otherwise Princess Twilight would've understood me better and tried to help me.
Postwar: Wow, that's the first time I saw someone being able to calm down a psychopath like that.
Sunset Shimmer: You can say that again.
C-3PO: Oh, I most certainly agree. *R2 beeps along, with Grogu waving his arms about*
Postwar: I know how it feels to be ostracized and be treated like an outcast, but I never took it out on anyone, cause what would it prove? That I'd be no better than the ones I'd fight.
Leia Organa: Well said.
Galen Marek: I wonder how things would've been liked if you had been part of the Jedi Order.
Postwar: Probably be under deaf ears, considering how Windu and the others treated Ahsoka.
Sunset Shimmer: Oh no.
Postwar: You got that right. I know those looks anywhere.
Mando: The looks of an evil plan forming.
Sunset Shimmer: *Realizes in shock* Wait...did she just...
Postwar: Yes. Yes she did.
Everyone else was shocked by what that woman did.
Ahsoka Tano: She really is mad.
Everyone was shocked by what Chrysalis was suggesting.
Postwar: It's worse than I thought.
Sunset Shimmer: What do you mean?
Postwar: All of your enemies had done a lot of things in the past, but ever since they joined the benefactor, they're slowly starting to embrace the evil from the outside forces.
Sunset Shimmer: Like with the Dazzlings?
Postwar: Like the Dazzlings.
It's "financier", not "fancier". The financier is the one concerned with the management of large amounts of money on behalf of governments or other large organizations. May wanna change this for your Wattpad version.
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*EMERGENCY MEETING (AMONG US) SFX*
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Discord: "JUSSONIC WANTS ME THROWN OFF A CLIFF! They're DEFINITELY our SUSpect! They want me thrown out of my OWN theater! They've got a BEEF with me! AND they must be working for the Dark Orders from the inside! That explains why our securities have been so shoddy! IT'S THEM! Can we vote them out to the moon to keep Celestia and Capper company?"
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Wait, Capper is on the moon? Since when, I must've missed that part.
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Me: (on the phone) Here's my opinion, Mr. Discord. GET STUFFED, YOU FAT TURKEY, AND STOP BOTHERING MY CINEMA!!!! (angrily hangs up) I never even consented nor agreed to this dumb game.
Dang it, Anthony. I have a feeling that's going to mess up things for the girls later. Although +100 on the heroism sidequest they had saving that boy earlier. I also like how the writing captures Mrs. Lovett's detached delivery with certain lines.
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Charlie Morningstar: "Okay! Okay, guys. Guys. Can we please stop pointing fingers at each other and just be civil for a moment? I'm sure there's a rational explanation..."
Random Sinner: (To Charlie) "FUCK RATIONALITY! We're sinners!"
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Garble: (Pointing at Curtain Calls) "I SAY WE VOTE THAT GUY OUT! He accused ME of being SUS!"
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Mina: (To Postwar) "It was in chapter First Blood. Apparently, Discord installed rockets into everybody's chair..."
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Discord: (After Plymouth hangs up) "Well...that was harsh..." (Hangs up)
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Arctic: (on the phone) Discord, I can understand the situation is dire, but maybe more evidence should be found. At this point we could have almost everyone on the moon…and I’m pretty sure Celestia would be even more upset then she already is.
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Me: Whatever's happening to you Discord, you deserve it for all you've done, especially prior to Twilight's coronation. I've got better things to deal with than a klutzy idiot. *hangs up*
Discord: .... (inner Homer Simpson kicking in) WHY YOU LITTLE-! *is thrown off a cliff* AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! *crashes* D'OH!
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Random Pony: I say we throw Pharynx out! He was the first to turn on Celestia with blind eyes!
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Pffff, why am I not surprised.
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Relax, Discord. That cliff part was a joke. I think things are getting intense lately because of what's going on.
Change of subject, I believe Doc is doing a good job here.
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Oh yeah, how typical! High school jock picks on the theater geek! At least I don't make a habit of stealing baby bird eggs and threatening to make an omelette au fromage!
Garble: It was ONE time! Can't you take a joke?!
If Spike ends up eating one of those pies, he's going to want a stomach pump.
Sick Spike: After this adventure... I'll only eat jewels for a long time.
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Smolder: "JOKE?! How is smashing a defenseless innocent EGG a joke? If it had been Norberta! Would it be a ha-ha funny joke to you?"
Norberta: *Blows a raspberry in Garble's face*
Charlie Morningstar: "GUYS! ENOUGH! No one's getting tossed to the moon again. OR even blasted off again, just because someone said so. There's hardly any evidence! So can we please just skip so we can resume watching the movie?"
Vaggie: "I second that notion."
Angel Dust: "I don't know. I kinda want to see someone getting blasted to the moon." (Points at Vaggie) "Namely cranky tits here."
Random Dude: "I'll do you one better! VOTE OUT ALASTOR, because's RED'S SUS!"
Alastor: "I beg your pardon?" :D
Charlie Morningstar: "NO! No, no! No pointing. No tossing. And also...anyone who is red is NOT SUS."
Random Dude: (To Charlie) "Oh you would say that, even if you are red. Wouldn't you?"
Mina: "Everyone STOP! Princess Charlie is right! This is getting us nowhere! I say we SKIP!"
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Silver: And just to be sure you all stay in line... *pushes a button that makes traps in the city open revealing sprinklers*
*What makes the sinners shutter is the name on the sprinklers: Holy Water*
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*Sighs heavily but realizes Charlie is right* Skip! *Raises a hoof with the remainder of the audience*
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*Raise my own hoof in agreement as well*
Yep Skip
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Yeah, let's skip. *raises hoof*
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Since when did this turn into Among Us?