#sweeny todd

Ticket Taker x fem reader, takes place in 1840s London. Inspired off Sweeney todd 2007.

Warnings: implied gang rape, implied sexual assault, alcoholism, suicide.

@hexserath @echantedtoon @4everinlimbo

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London Sky was overcast, clouds a depressing grey tone, horrid stench reeked the streets from factory smoke that leached into the air. The creature, once the pantalone, is now assigned as a Ticket Taker. Boots clicked against the pavement, mind clouded in anger, resentment and lingering loneliness.

Walking along the pavement, building windows casting his reflection, turning left into the smaller lesser known streets. Dark isle with doors and windows scattered on the sides, small businesses, lesser known barbers, cafes, shoe shiners. Stopping before a dark brown door, no windows in sight.

A sign that hung above the door: “Beetle tailor” the human creature opened the door slowly. The tailor reeked of musk, it was messy, coats and shoes collected layers of dust. The sight made his skin itch, but he couldn't expect much during these times.

“Ah the man in burgundy!” A woman peaked around a cluster of old dress shirts. Fluffy grey curls with a bonnet, puffy grey dress and tinted glasses. “Come this way your suits are in here, in here!”

She beckons him over to a small room, it was much cleaner. A lantern lit the room, highlighting posters and newspapers. A cluster catches his eye, “Circus of Freaks and beasts!” Familiar silhouettes and pictures of his kind, and one of his poor angel. “Poor dear, poor dear” the woman says walking over to him with a box.

“Sweet thing wasn't she? Yes yes,” he looks down at the box. “But she isn't the only one is she? No no, there was another one, wasn't there?”

“I don't recall mentioning anything regarding the monstress, and I suggest you don't speak of matters you are not aware of,” He glares at the women, about to walk away.

“I wasn't talking about the angelic, no no, Human women yes yes, the one with child,” He paused, almost reaching for the knob of the door.

“That could be any human woman,” he turns the knob.

“Tattered circus clothes, [color] eyes, [color] hair, pink ribbon around her waist. Small child, very small. Infant yes yes.” He turned around slowly, anger boiling in his chest, a low snarl bubble in his throat.

“Your wary old heart is conflicted, yes yes. She ran off didn't she?” The woman sits down on a chair. “Or did she?”

He tilts his head, she pats on the chair next to her. “Come come, You must ease your soul. Best know the truth,” her tone lowered, almost melancholy. He hesitated, but sat down. Placing the box next to his feet, leaning into his knees with his elbows.

“What do you know about [name?]”

“Silly little sweetling. Silly nit in her arms, father was no good.. no no. Worked at the circus cages to feed herself and baby,” the woman rocked in her chair. Her voice was soft, “seeking comfort from youngsters, none of her kind no no, catching the gaze of the eldest. She was sweet and smart. Eldest loved it,”

His eyes softened. remembering your warmth and sweetness, sneaking in food when they were left to starve. His heart ached when you disappeared with your little one.

“Poor thing, poor thing,” The woman shook her head, “her courage caught the eyes of the ringmaster, the drunk loved her like mad! Poor thing, poor thing.” The chair creaked as rain poured outside.

“The drunk couldn't take no for an answer, luring her to a party, little one alone with another woman. Dear thing, poor thing” his posture stiffened and face hardened. Tears welded up in his eyes.

“No one there she knew, poor thing. Every man was drunk and loud. Glass bottles everywhere, alcohol poisoned the air. Poor thing, poor thing.” The woman's voice croaked as if holding back tears.

“Ringmaster lured her to a bed, crowds of men watched the tormented women eagerly-”

“E N O U G H!” He stood up, tears ran like water falls from his eyes. Fists clenched, "would no one have mercy on her?”

“Poor soul, poor thing..”

“Where is she now?” He turned to the women.

“Killed herself, arsenic near the basin. The child was placed in an orphanage you see,” the woman takes off her glasses and bonnet, six black orbs and two long black antennae revealed.

“You were the creature that roamed the circus…?” His eyes widened slightly.

“Have mercy on her soul.” She says, rocking in the chair.

Picking up the box, Bilheteiro takes his leave. Walking out without another word. Boots clicked the pavement once more, he snarled, nearly crushing the box. His hatred for humans only grew, first his angel. Now you?

He takes in a deep breath, not here…not now… not ever again.

Mixed fanart ofViv's favorite movies featuring Zoophobia characters. Posted to Viv's deviantart March 28, 2008.