Corpse Brides (Corpse Bride X Fem Reader)

4. Land Of The Dead

{3rd Pov.}

  The Town Crier peers towards the footbridge, holding his lantern. He can just barely see Victor and(Y/N), then what seems, from this distance, to be a woman in a long gown embracing him. The Town Crier frowns disapprovingly at them. The Corpse Bride moves towards them as the crows gather, swirling around them. Overcome by fear, Victor motionless. She slowly lifts her veil. On her skeletal hand the wedding ring glistens in the moonlight. Huge eyes dominate her pale face. She leans towards him, her bony hand touches his chest. Then another hand went up to (Y/N) face softly caressing her as if she's that breakable. The crows encircle them, forming a solid field of black. They've now been transported to the land of the dead. The crows disperse in a gust. The trio are standing in another land misshapen buildings in the b.g . The Corpse Bride is gabbling, giddy and elated. " You both were so wonderful. So passionate. It was everything I dreamed of." As the Corpse Bride talks, a Black Widow spider descends
from her veil. Victor grasps (Y/N) and takes a couple of steps back, looking fearfully at the Corpse Bride's face. While (Y/N) is fully entranced with the nature of the Bride. The Black Widow fires a strand of web at Victor's chest.

  The sticky strand is incredibly strong and is able to reel them back in. The tiny spider grins at them." Now, dears, where do you think you're going?" The Bride's eye pops out, and a Maggot peers out of the socket. The Maggot looks and sounds like Peter Lorre." I don't like him. He's creepy. On the other hand this girl could be for you. " Wiggling his eyebrows at (Y/N). She visibly cringed at it. The Corpse Bride pops her eye back in. Maggot rides on
her ear.

  The Bride giggled. " Oh Victor, (Y/N)! I can't wait for you to meet everyone." Victor looked at the Bride in surprise." How ... How do you know our names?" She looked over at them, raising an eyebrow." You think I'd marry a stranger? Come on!" The Corpse Bride leads Victor and (Y/N) away, running into the town square.Victor spies some shadowy townspeople. "Help! you have to help us, we've been kidnapped by--" The Passers-by turn round Victor sees, they too, are corpses and skeletons. He stops in his tracks."... the dead!" From every direction, corpses in every imaginable state of decay come running, or hobbling, or oozing. Victor recoils in horror and (Y/N) is stunned and fascinated by them. The crowd moves in closer. A tall deceased man named Scissorhead walks up to them." Now there's some fresh ones." A dead woman with flowers came up next." Very fresh."A precocious skeleton boy curiously pokes at Victor and (Y/N)with a stick." They're still soft!" The various horrors gather round the duo, fascinated. The Corpse Bride smiled." He's my husband, and she's my wife. They gave me this ring!" The Corpse Bride, beaming, extends her arm to show her ring to the gathered crowd. Victor screeched in blind terror.

  "AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" A behemoth shakes Victor's hand vigorously." Pleased to meet you. Oh!His arm stayed on!" Beehive woman prods and pokes at Victor then (Y/N).
"They're still breathing!" Everyone listens very closely to Victor's panting chest. Moss man turns to them. "He is!She is! My word, living flesh! Are their hearts beating too?" Behemoth still in woe. "I'll take it out and have a look!" Behemoth crams his hand into Victor's mouth. (Y/N) scared, for him, she tries to pull the old timer off him. The Corpse Bride steps in between them. "Please, leave him alone. He's only just arrived." Behemoth pulls his hand out. As she turns back to Victor, her left eyeball pops out, revealing Maggot again, who addresses the townsfolk." We saw the whole wedding. It was romantic!" Black Widow emerges behind the Maggot." They remind me of my 3rd, 7th, 24th and 63rd husbands." Maggot raised an eyebrow. " Before you ate them? There was one thing missing, though. They forgot to kiss the bride." Gradually, the entire crowd begins to CHANT: " Kiss her! Kiss her!" Corpse Bride giggles, slightly embarrassed. " Victor can take no more. His spindly legs buckled as he fainted. (Y/N) took the chance to kiss the Bride on the cheek with a blushed face and a small smile." He'll be fine.''

{(Y/N) Pov.}

  She gently takes the Bride's hand on her own, and finally makes true eye contact with her. "What's your name?" She smiled at her. "My name is Emily." Moving closer to (Y/N) to get a better look at her features." Well Emily, is there a place close by we can put him at?" Gesturing towards Victor. The Bride grabs her hand." Yes, follow me." Walking over to a nearby Pub and setting him there. (Y/N) glances at Emily, but to her surprise she hadn't taken her eyes off her. The Bride comes in for a real kiss, but soon enough Victor's eyes slowly open and (Y/N) turns her attention towards him in concern.

{Victor's Pov.}

  A huge, blurry skull floats in front of him, filling his field of vision. As it slowly comes into focus, he sees it's not a huge skull after all. It's the forms of a crowd leaning over him, silhouetted against the light. Corpse Bride and (Y/N) leans over him." Are you alright?" Several skeletons help Victor into a chair as he looks around in wide-eyed horror. He sees that he's in. A Pub of some kind. Green flames flicker in the fireplace, casting shadows along the crazily tilting walls. Rib-like beams rise toward the ceiling. Dark figures move through the crowded room and gypsy-like music fills the smoky air. Coffin-shaped shelves behind the bar are filled with odd and ancient-looking bottles. Paul, the waiter, pokes his head out at the new arrivals. He then looks at (Y/N) then Victor." Have a drink, dear boy. It'll calm your nerves. " Victor took note that Paul in fact, was just a head. A swarm of beetles have emerged from the stump of his neck and scurry across the bar, pushing the glass towards Victor. Paul turned his head to the Bride." Ma cherie, where have you been hiding yourself? It's been ages." The beatles quickly return, carrying Paul off to serve his next customer. As the Corpse Bride chats merrily away, Victor and (Y/N)scans the room. A group of skeletons and corpses play billiards in a far corner. Nearby, a dead gentleman sits puffing his pipe, as double smoke rings blow from his eye holes. Wellington, a tall, ragged skeleton, dressed in the remains of a military uniform, has a cannon ball in his chest. He plays chess with a dead dwarf, also clad in the tattered remains of a uniform, with a large sword thrust through his breastbone.

  A hanged man, noose still around his neck, plays darts with a few other corpses. Another rotting corpse sits near the dartboard, reading the newspaper, oblivious to the occasional dart landing in his head. At one end of the room is a small stage, where a band of skeletons are playing on bizarre instruments made from salvaged scraps and bits of bone. Mrs.Plum, the cook, is a rotting, blue-skinned old lady surrounded by a cloud of flies. She pushes a cart between the tables, serving soup from a large tureen. As she ladles it out, her jawbone drops into the bowl. It's all a bit much for Victor. He takes a gulp of his drink while (Y/N) tries to make conversation with a nearby corpse. Victor sees his chance. He grabs the sword in the Dead Dwarf's back, and waves it around, clearing a space in the shocked crowd. The sword still has the Dead Dwarf general attached. The Band stops playing. Victor's trying to act tough, but his terror is evident to everyone. His hand shakes." Keep away! I've got a ... Dwarf. And I'm not afraid to use him! I want some questions! Now!" Wellington raised a finger." Answers. I think you mean answers." Victor nodded at him." Thank you, yes, answers! I need answers. Why are we here? Who is she? What is she?"

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