Post by newwwwusername on Jan 14, 2023 17:50:37 GMT
Additional warnings : Past ableism, mentions of cannibalism and murder
Chronology : Vaguely during canon after "Not While I'm Around"
Headcanons : Aged-up Toby (to about 15 years old, not for weird sexual reasons just because this is based on a high school production), Autistic!Toby, Toby has tics, Toby calls Mrs. Lovett "mum"
Mrs. Lovett came down to the cellar to check up on the young teen stationed there. No meat had arrived to the room yet, so he was simply curled up in the corner of the room, rocking back and forth. His head twitched to the side a few times, seemingly beyond his control. Lovett frowned at the sight. This was not the first time she'd seen him in this state, but it was an indicator that he was overwhelmed.
"Are you feeling a bit overloaded, darling child?" she asked, keeping the usual loving concern in her voice as she always did when talking to him. She knew he was no child, but he was still young and innocent enough for her to consider him as such. He gave no verbal response but managed a small nod, which triggered another head jerk to the right.
"Well, that's not well..." Lovett said to herself, walking over to the small table and picking up the knitted scarf that lay there. He'd meant to put it on when she'd given it to him but he'd been unable to get the tangled mess over his head, so it had just been left there. She smiled gently at the memory as she picked up the fabric and brought it over to him.
"There" she said softly. "It's probably better material to mess about with compared to those old rags around your waist"
"Thank you, mum" the boy managed to mutter out, accompanied by a small smile as he accepted the scarf and began to stroke the material with his shaking fingers. Lovett chuckled as she did whenever he called him that. She didn't know what had happened to his parents and, with Pirelli dead, she was just glad the boy could find her as somewhat of a parental figure, even with all she was hiding from him.
"Of course, dearest" she replied, giving him a small kiss on the head. His smile grew a bit more genuine as his head twitched to the right once more. She cared for him, to some extent. And she didn't judge his little twitches or quirks as Pirelli had. He still didn't trust Mr. Todd, but he trusted her very much. "What a sweet child, it is"
"Mr. Todd hasn't hurt anyone today" Toby muttered to himself. Lovett's smile dropped.
"What on Earth are you talking about, dearie?"
"No meat for the pies" Toby elaborated. "No screams from upstairs. No thuds down here" he continued, fidgeting about with the scarf as he avoided eye contact with the baker. His head twitched some more and he grabbed onto the back of his neck to ease the growing ache from all the motion. "I don't trust him... He did something with Signor Pirelli, I know he did"
"A wild imagination, dearest" Lovett dismissed his concern, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Mr. Pirelli went out into town to grab a few things is all"
"Signor Pirelli is missing"
Lovett sighed and gave another kiss on his head. "You're getting yourself worked up, child" she said gently. "You're overloaded and your thoughts are all out of order"
"I'm sorry, mum" he mumbled, his head jerking to the right once more.
"No need to apologize, sweet child" Mrs. Lovett assured him. "Just try to relax down here, alright?" she coaxed, walking up the stairs to leave the cellar. "You'll feel better in time"
"Where are you going to, mum?"
"I believe I did hear a new customer enter, dearest" Lovett replied with a smile as she left the room and shut the door, leaving Tobias alone once again, fidgeting with the scarf and twitching about as the screams started once more.
Chronology : Vaguely during canon after "Not While I'm Around"
Headcanons : Aged-up Toby (to about 15 years old, not for weird sexual reasons just because this is based on a high school production), Autistic!Toby, Toby has tics, Toby calls Mrs. Lovett "mum"
Mrs. Lovett came down to the cellar to check up on the young teen stationed there. No meat had arrived to the room yet, so he was simply curled up in the corner of the room, rocking back and forth. His head twitched to the side a few times, seemingly beyond his control. Lovett frowned at the sight. This was not the first time she'd seen him in this state, but it was an indicator that he was overwhelmed.
"Are you feeling a bit overloaded, darling child?" she asked, keeping the usual loving concern in her voice as she always did when talking to him. She knew he was no child, but he was still young and innocent enough for her to consider him as such. He gave no verbal response but managed a small nod, which triggered another head jerk to the right.
"Well, that's not well..." Lovett said to herself, walking over to the small table and picking up the knitted scarf that lay there. He'd meant to put it on when she'd given it to him but he'd been unable to get the tangled mess over his head, so it had just been left there. She smiled gently at the memory as she picked up the fabric and brought it over to him.
"There" she said softly. "It's probably better material to mess about with compared to those old rags around your waist"
"Thank you, mum" the boy managed to mutter out, accompanied by a small smile as he accepted the scarf and began to stroke the material with his shaking fingers. Lovett chuckled as she did whenever he called him that. She didn't know what had happened to his parents and, with Pirelli dead, she was just glad the boy could find her as somewhat of a parental figure, even with all she was hiding from him.
"Of course, dearest" she replied, giving him a small kiss on the head. His smile grew a bit more genuine as his head twitched to the right once more. She cared for him, to some extent. And she didn't judge his little twitches or quirks as Pirelli had. He still didn't trust Mr. Todd, but he trusted her very much. "What a sweet child, it is"
"Mr. Todd hasn't hurt anyone today" Toby muttered to himself. Lovett's smile dropped.
"What on Earth are you talking about, dearie?"
"No meat for the pies" Toby elaborated. "No screams from upstairs. No thuds down here" he continued, fidgeting about with the scarf as he avoided eye contact with the baker. His head twitched some more and he grabbed onto the back of his neck to ease the growing ache from all the motion. "I don't trust him... He did something with Signor Pirelli, I know he did"
"A wild imagination, dearest" Lovett dismissed his concern, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Mr. Pirelli went out into town to grab a few things is all"
"Signor Pirelli is missing"
Lovett sighed and gave another kiss on his head. "You're getting yourself worked up, child" she said gently. "You're overloaded and your thoughts are all out of order"
"I'm sorry, mum" he mumbled, his head jerking to the right once more.
"No need to apologize, sweet child" Mrs. Lovett assured him. "Just try to relax down here, alright?" she coaxed, walking up the stairs to leave the cellar. "You'll feel better in time"
"Where are you going to, mum?"
"I believe I did hear a new customer enter, dearest" Lovett replied with a smile as she left the room and shut the door, leaving Tobias alone once again, fidgeting with the scarf and twitching about as the screams started once more.