Church Buddies!!!1

Bonus Passage (One Year Anniversary)

A mixture of white and pale pink petals laced the aisles, to help drown out the stench of death protruding from the front row of the chapel. There, sat none other than the very same dead KKK member the boys had found in a diseased McDonald's, only twelve years prior.

The year was 2004, and not only that, but it was the wedding day of Johnny (nicknamed 'Johnny Polo'). Currently located in the Heaux mansion, happily still owned by Joseph Heaux, the wedding was ready to go.

Being drop dead gorgeous, it was obvious that the dead KKK member would have been chosen as the best man. Dressed up in a blue tuxedo with a glossy, red tie, the beautifully smiling corpse was extremely excited for the coming together of two of his best friends.

Johnny, with his afro smaller, due to undetected alopecia, was stood by the alter. His polished, black shoes glimmered in the artificial lighting radiating from the nearby chandeliers. The obnoxious shining, blinding the unsuspecting goers of the chapel, matched his exact mood - annoyingly excitable.

Whereas, his fiancé, Polly - the former Kid Mafia member, was sat in one of the back rooms. Her sister, Luceil, was assigned the role of her makeup artist. Harnessing her inner insanity, she threw together her finest water based eyeshadows, and painted her sister as if she was an art piece. Yet, as beautiful as the idea sounded at first, it ended up as a horrific mixture of colours.

By the end, Polly had black, orange, yellow, and blue all blended over her eyelids, and somehow even joining each other over her nose. The colours framed her face like a superhero mask, and Polly was not impressed. She'd been dreaming of her wedding since the very day she was abandoned as a child by her mother, an event of which for some reason made her think of her wedding. Either way, she was not going to let her questionable sibling get in her way.

"Luceil, you little shit! You've fucked up my entire face!" Polly shouted, slapping her sister around the mouth, and making her laugh. "You look like a bumble bee if it caught a cold! Or... Anything else that turns your skin blue!" Luceil replied with a huge smile across her face, looking up to Polly, who was covered in makeup and wearing a tragic grimace.

Meanwhile, throughout the events of the entire day, Joseph Heaux himself had been plotting an intense evil scheme.

Their whole lives, Joseph and Johnny had been the best of friends. From the magic of the 'vsosig' to the battle for the UMC, the two had been through it all. However, the second the wedding was announced, it was as if Joseph completely disappeared. All the wedding preparations completely took over their friendship, and, like a honey badger chasing a snake, Johnny 'didn't give a shit', by his own terms.

The somewhat disappearance of their friendship entirely made Joseph more than just mad - so much so that he even set out to ruin his own best friend's wedding day.

To him, it was a pure sin that the deceased KKK member had won the title of best man over himself. All of his self claimed 'looks, charm, attitude and swag' hadn't quite worked this time. So he had, in turn, decided to turn the entire wedding day into one gigantic game.

The wedding ensued, doves chirped underneath the roofed chapel, and the most expensive potted plants littered the end of each row of seats. A red carpet running down the gap in between each row, the chapel was truly prepared for the ceremony.

Despite her insane makeup artist of a sister, Polly still voluntarily walked down the aisle at the chiming of the bells. Her horrific appearance did however, startle certain guests. Saint Crompton and Brooks were sat directly in the front row, on the opposite side to the decaying corpse. Their expressions turned from moderate to disturbed within only milliseconds at the night of the monster in a dress.