Tears welled up in The Puppeteer's eyes, he'd always knew this day would come. The time when a lovely lady would appreciate him for the attractive specimen he was. Until death do us part he thought in a daze, the saying brought the immortal man a burning satisfaction. Funnily enough, he'd never even met his bride to be. Somehow they were to be married, though The Puppeteer was never one to question his circumstances. His massive, crooked smile was practically forced into place by the thought of her... his Stacey. She was a bit of a tiny thing, considering The Puppeteer's dazzling height of 17'9. As the thought came to his mind, a new thought arose to counter it: she'll love every inch of me! Surely she'd make a nice puppet, Jester looked like he needed a sit down anyhow. He imagined what she must have been thinking in that moment, being prepared for the ceremony. I'm not worthy of him, I hope he could love a poor little thing like me. He didn't even know her and he already felt pity for her, she was the luckiest person in the world. What if she felt guilty for it? All these thoughts broiled in his exposed brain as he awaited his love, watching from the end of the aisle.
"Poor Stacey" Garrett muttered to himself from his seat. The stench of the rotting man was growing too horrid for him to bear.
"I don't envy the girl." Tresn said with a hint of glee. Though he hated seeing the stupid creature happy, the thought of it getting married in the first place was wonderfully ridiculous to Tresn. The Puppeteer's bride would surely be sick just by the sight of him.
The Puppeteer's massive pupils grew wide as the curtains that lay before the aisle drew open, his eyes fixed on Stacey. Her stomach twisted the moment she laid eyes on him.
((IM SORRY I HAD TO DO STACEY LIKE THIS-- AS SOON AS I SAW MARRIAGE I THOUGHT "OKAY I NEED TO MAKE MY MOST REPULSIVE CHARACTER GET MARRIED" I HAD A BLAST WRITING THIS AT LEAST)))