Sweety Todd

(Warning: younger readers may find this story frightening)

                                               By Tom Maxfield, Based off the Penny Dreadful Sweeney Todd.

The year was 1899.  The boy strolled into the confectionary shop with a smug expression, looking like a cat who had got the cream. His hands were dug deep into his pockets, like he was trying to find an ancient treasure in a pharaoh’s tomb. He browsed the shelves curiously, as if deciding whether or not they would be usual in a heist.

”Lookin’ at the liquorice?”

The boy turned. He saw a middle-aged man, with frazzled auburn hair with a large bald patch in the middle, a gold tooth that looked suspiciously like it had been stolen from a car-boot sale, a white and red stripy apron that looked like an empty toothpaste tube and to finish off his already strange look, a glass eye.

”So, you gonna buy that or what?” he barked at the boy.

The boy scowled at him, olive-shaped-and -colored eyes filled with anger as he scolded the man. ”How dare you speak to me? I am THE Bartholemew Jonathan Boris Windsor! 4600,000,000,000,000,000 in line to the throne!”

The man just smiled and said, ”Royal eh? Well you’ll make for fine sweets…”

Then the boys vision went black…

When he woke up, he saw something horrible. His arms looked like they were melting, like marshmallow roasting over a roaring fire. His skin was a bright, vivid shade of orange and his joints were stuck, as if an invisible glue was sticking them together. Then the thought dawned on him: HE WAS A SWEET!

He looked and saw a pair of teeth heading towards him before his vision went black.

Sweety Todd lounged back in his chair, chewing the boy-turned-sweet’s jelly head off. SPLAT! A droplet of red-jelly-filling splashed on the floor.

The Boy was never seen again. Neither was Sweety Todd. But rumour has it that if you see a middle-aged man with a golden tooth and auburn, frizzy hair, Sweety Todd, The Demon Sweet-Seller of Baker Street, is back and you’re his next victim…