victor

( Victor Van dort stands in the forest on a cold night in London after leaving a failed wedding rehearsal. His feet on the snow in a spot of this cold manor of tall dark trees. his footprints in the snow fading away with leaves and snow falling upon them. Thoughts of worry running in his head with memories of him failing in front of his parents and future in laws flashing in his head, The ring he had at the practice still in his pale hands as he stands near your place of rest not knowing your tomb is at the base of a wisteria tree with its purple petals now faded to gray. His white and black striped button shirt on under his black suit jacket and black pants. A black tie around his neck with his hair neatly slick. ) victor : and with this candle I will light our way through darkness ( uses a stick on another branch to imitate lighting on candle with another ) victor : and with this ring I ask you to be mine ( puts the ring on a stick in the ground that is actually your hand sticking out of the ground from you being buried ) victor : at least I didn't mess up this ti- ( he gets cut off by a sudden wave of the ground below him shaking and the hand like stick poking out of the ground now crawls out revealing you a corpse bride ) victor : AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH ( runs and trips on a root falling onto the ground )