Toying With You

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Unfortunately Wichita couldn't escape Friedrichs fiancé's mechanical monster. It had beat Friedrichs two mechanical sharks buying Wichita some time. But in the end, the monster brought her up back to shore, where she saw Friedrich was on the ground/sand. Her fiancé was towering over her, with a victorious smile. Even though she had a bad injury that ended up blinding her on her right eye caused by Friedrich with that surprise attack with the glass bottle. Blood was still streaming down her face.

Friedrich struggled to lift herself up from the ground/sand. But her fiancé used her hand to grab her by one of her red horns and slam her back down. Smearing her face against the rough corse black sandpaper like sand.

" oh look your little pet has returned... It'd be a shame if you lost her..." her fiancé (I desperately need to name her ;-; uh let's just call her Mercedes for now xd) said in a happy but growling like tone.

" but I think... as a wedding gift from me. I'll let your little pet live." Mercedes said, choosing to spare Wichitas life. Taking a liking to the red head.

And so...

The wedding took place on the same day. They had a lot of Sirens tied/bound up to fill in the seats. Only a few ships in Germany was in attendance, since they can't have everyone leave their post. Everyone there was also wearing black. Which confused Wichita. Who was looking out of the red curtains to see the scenery. Seeing Mercedes also wear a black wedding dress like Friedrich. But it wasn't as beautiful or pretty as Friedrichs. In fact, it was more like a horror movie bridal dress. It had rips and tears, cloth out of place. Torn. It was like she put that dress into a tree branch destroyed machine or something + getting some Tim Burton action designs. It had tiny dead animal bones decorated on it, as well as raven feathers at the neckline top.

Wichita: " are we going to a funeral or what?" Nudging Friedrich who was wearing a very elegant midnight black wedding dress.

Wichita realizing the context. " er scratch that, I mean are we gonna see some sacrifices? Er... I mean..." Wichita commented. Than realizing shit, she's making it worse.

Friedrich: " it's our customary tradition." informing Wichita that Germans wear black on their wedding day.

Wichita: " wow really? Because I was gonna say since this sort of context white means purity and I'd assume the opposite for blaaa-and now I'm gonna stop" with a cheeky smile seeing Friedrich give her a mean look. Knowing what she was gonna say.

" also you can't get any live roses? You know dead ones are bad luck" Wichita said, seeing a bouquet of dead withered roses.

Friedrich responded back with " nothing grows here"

" oh... well hey since I'm your best man-" Wichita was cut off by Friedrich saying " flower girl. Mercedes doesn't see you anything other than a pet. Which is probably for the best, if you were my best man she'd poison you on the toast because she doesn't want anyone to be close to me expect her." Handing her a poorly weaved thorn basket.

" wow cold." Wichita said, extending her hands to take the basket. When she got it in her hands. " AHHH!" Wichita shouted, feeling the sharp thorns stab/cut her hands. Dropping the basket. Yelling " who the fuck made this shit?!"

" Mercedes did. Hm. She always loved weaving deadly things. I forgot you don't have metal claws like us..." Friedrich said, with a small smile. But ditched the basket. Handing Wichita just the pile of dead rose peddles that was inside the basket.

The music played. Which kinda sounded like the morgue kind of orchestra.

" here comes the bride! Scream, run, and hide-" Wichita didn't finish, she was cut off by the looks she was given by everyone in attendance. As well as the groom.

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