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Just a random fanfic I thought up while shopping for an Emily costume for Halloween. Possible spoilers for the Corpse Bride movie.

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“…You know; I never knew you wore corsets…”
A quite buzz of playful chit-chat followed the two newlyweds as they followed the seldom-used path into the darkening forest. Early springtime had blossomed. The snow was melting into little rivulets at their feet, and instead of the biting, icy wind, sudden warmth had come upon the land. And, best of all, Victor Van Dort was free. He was free from his overbearing parent’s nagging him to be more “proper”, he was free from all the uptight needs of “high society” and – more importantly – he was free from the disaster that had changed his life forever just a few weeks ago.
“It’s just occurred to me Victor: it’s been nearly a month and you've never really fully explained to me how the whole – "Corpse Bride Fiasco" happened,” Victoria mused, her wide, long-lashed eyes staring at him expectantly now that they had strayed from the subject of corsets.
“I haven't?” Victor said in mild surprise, “Well…after Pastor Gallswells sent me out to the woods to practice my wedding vows...well, I'd walked for quite some ways when I came upon a clearing – we're quite near it now, actually – and finally got it right…well, more then right, I got them perfectly, as you might have guessed,” he grinned, removing the golden wedding band from his own finger and reciting in a bold, almost “gallant” sort of voice:
“With this hand, I shall lift your sorrows; your cup shall never empty, for I shall be your wine. With this candle, I shall light your way in darkness…and then…,” with a flourish, he placed the ring on a nearby branch, “With this ring… I ask you… to be mine!”
Immediately the ground began to rumble. The branch gave a violent jerk; Victoria stumbled backwards in alarm,
“Victor…!”
And yet now something was rising swiftly from the earth…a head. A Corpse, decaying features hidden by a veil of rotting lace and maggots,
“I do.”
Victor had gone pale – or, rather, more pale then usual – and now wore an expression that suggested he had just been given his death sentence as the new Corpse Bride wrapped her flesh-bare arms lovingly around his middle,
“Not again!”

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Woohoo, what fun. xP And no, I'm not going to say which one of them wore the corset.