The strange glowing mist slowly dissipated along the abandoned wood. After a moment, the mist disappeared altogether. As the sparkling dust cleared, everyone opened their eyes, blinking with bewilderment. They find themselves standing in very familiar surroundings, the very same forest they originally been in before Emily’s arrival. It looked as though no time had truly passed seeing as it was still the dead of night, cold and wintery, the moon still hanging high along the sky. The ponies took a look around, smiling in relief before the forest.
Twilight Sparkle took a deep breath, and a sigh escaped her lips. It felt good to be breathing the air of this landscape once more.
“So good to be back in the living world again,” Twilight sighed in relief.
“Yeah, no offense to the other world, it’s nice being back in a place where everything feels… well, alive!” Rainbow remarked.
“You can say that again,” Spike nodded.
Even Bright Mac and Pear Butter looked around in complete astonishment. They’ve been in the Land of the Dead so long, being in the living world felt almost… foreign. So long since they were able to bask in the chilled air of winter or even feel the light of the moon shining on them.
“Ah almost forget what it’s like tah actually feel the cold on mah fur after so long,” Bright Mac commented.
“Remember our first Hearts Warmin’?” Pear Butter asked, smiling. “When we walked side by side with that scarf wrapped tightly round us?”
Bright Mac smiled fondly over the memories, as he and his wife leaned against one another enjoying each other’s presence as they were finally among the living again. Applejack smiled fondly as well, as she approached them and turned her gaze toward the moon.
“Ah still remember our first Hearths Warmin’ as a family,” She recalled. “Me and Big MacIntosh buildin’ that huge snow pony… lil’ Apple Bloom prancin’ round the snow fer the first time…”
The Apple family reveled in their memories, as Applejack leaned towards her parents. Bright Mac wrapped his hooves around his wife and daughter, one hoof over each of them. The other ponies turned toward the family as they basked under the moonlight, side by side after what felt like an eternity.
“Trixie can hardly believe this to be true,” Trixie replied. “Almost feels like a dream.”
“A dream where everything’s real yet they’d all be phantoms,” Maud added plainly.
“Yeah, sure… that’s one way to look at it,” Rainbow replied, uncertainly.
The Apples were not alone, as Emily too gazed up at the moon. Though she held no air in her lungs, she still took the deepest breath she could.
“I’ve spent so long in the dark,” She smiled. “I had almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”
The rest of the Mane Six gazed toward the bright moon and couldn’t help but smile as well.
“It makes me happy Princess Luna is with us again,” Rarity marveled. “At least in some form.”
“I couldn’t agree more Rarity,” Fluttershy nodded.
Feeling the joy and jubilation course through her decaying body, Emily began to swiftly slide about as she waltzed about in the snowy eve. She glides around the trunk of a tree and round the clearings, disappearing and reappearing again. Victor and the others are transfixed by the vision of her dancing, her dress flowing around her like smoke in the cold light of the moon. Pinkie Pie herself couldn’t help but join in.
“I remember my first dance with Cheesy after our marriage,” She smiled fondly. “I stepped on his hooves a few different times, but he never let me fall.”
As Pinkie and Emily danced in the moonlight, Victor couldn’t help but think of Victoria, especially when Pinkie spoke of marriage. So strange that even after only speaking to each other for no more than a moment or two, he had already taken a liking to her. Still, he couldn’t deny that she was certainly a very enchanting woman.
Everyone was so entranced by either the moonlight, the dancing, or memories of days gone by no one took notice when Emily’s skeletal keg caught a tree root and she fell to the ground. Lifting herself up, Maggot popped from out her ear.
“Psst, hey! I think you dropped something,” He whispered to her.
Emily quickly sat up and grabbed her discarded limb, reattaching it to herself just as everyone else turned back to her. Emily merely smiled at them all as she continued to dance across the ground. Until eventually, Emily returned to Victor’s side.
“Which house is yours?” Emily asked.
Victor looked around, knowing that somewhere beyond the wood was the town itself. And eventually the path there would split into two: One way would take him to his own house with one gable. The other would lead directly to the Everglots’ two-gabled mansion. After a bit of hesitation, he pointed toward a random direction.
“It’s right up there,” He quickly improvised.
Emily was just about to start for the trail when Victor grabbed hold of her shoulders and sat her down.
“Hold on, hold on,” He said. “Why don’t I sort of go first, and… I think I should prepare Mother and Father for the big news. I’ll go ahead; you wait here.”
“Perfect!” Emily nodded.
Applejack and the rest of the girls looked suspiciously at Victor, all wondering what he was planning.
“I won’t be long. Stay right here. I’ll be right back.”
“Okay,” Emily smiled.
“And what about us?” Twilight asked Victor.
“Oh… well, why don’t you all stay and keep her company?” He suggested.
Victor was just about to turn and head off towards town when suddenly he was yanked backwards. A lasso encircled his midsection and drew him back. He turned around and saw Applejack looking at him suspiciously, discarding the lasso from her mouth.
“Wut in tarnation y’all plannin’ Victor?” She whispered.
“I just need to go into town,” He answered nervously. “To make sure Mother and Father won’t be too surprised by the news.”
“Ah don’t think so sugar cube,” Applejack shook her head. “That might work on some ponies, but NOT me. Ah’m the Element of Honesty after all, and ah could tell from the moment you brought this idea up y’all were lyin’. Ah’m gonna ask ya one more time… what are y’all up to?”
Victor closed his eyes, sighing in defeat.
“Alright… I wanted to come back to see Victoria,” He admitted.
“Well why didn’t y’all just tell us?”
“Do you believe she would have allowed it if I did?” He whispered, acknowledging Emily.
“Alright, fair point,” Applejack agreed. “Still, ya can’t expect to hide this from Emily. She’s gonna find out.”
“That’s why I need you all to stall her, just for a while.”
Applejack’s mouth clamped shut quickly, her eyes grew to the size of saucers. She closed her eyes and gave out a big exhale before opening her eyes again.
“Yer sayin’ you want us to lie to her?!” Applejack asked in disbelief.
“It’s not lying per say,” Victor justified. “Just to keep her away.”
“Have y’all forgotten who yer talkin’ to? Element of Honesty? Ring any bells?”
“Applejack, please! I really needed to come back so I could see Victoria; I have to speak to her and explain myself. Victoria deserves to hear what I have to say. You don’t need to lie to Emily, just don’t tell her and keep her here for now. I can’t explain it Applejack, but I feel a connection with Victoria. Surely you understand.”
Applejack sighed as she slowly turned toward her parents, who still looked up at the moon. Hearing what Victor said certainly made her think of how her parents clicked right away and how they tried like hay to be together. She could understand what Victor meant, even if she didn’t agree with his actions. But finally, she turned back at him and shook her head.
“Y’all got half an hour,” She warned.
“That’s all I need,” Victor said thankfully.
“Ah’m just warnin’ ya now Victor. Ah’ll stall fer as long as ah can, but if any pony asks me… ah’m gonna have tah tell the truth! I can’t lie to any pony… not especially to my friends and family… I just… can’t…”
Victor gave no response, only a slight nod before he turned around and ran off for town. Applejack watched the boy, as she shook her head.
“Why do ah have a feelin’ this is gonna go wrong so quickly?”
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Victor ran as fast as his nearly frozen legs could carry him through the town. Until eventually, he wound up just outside the Everglot Mansion. He smiled in relief as he approached the steps cautiously, not sure what to expect. He was just about to knock on the door, when he heard voices coming from the other side of the door. He carefully approached and leaned closely to hear what they have to say.
“If I ever see that Van Dort boy again, I’ll strangle him with my bare hands!” Mr. Everglot said angrily.
“You’re hands are too fat,” Mrs. Everglot criticized. “His neck is too thin. You’ll have to use a rope.”
“Humph!”
Victor gasped in horror, creepy backward from the door and gulped in fear. Going through the front door was officially out of the question.
“Drat!” He whispered harshly. “There must be a way. Think, Victor, think!”
But what other way could he possibly get in to see Victoria? He nearly gives up altogether, when he turned toward the side of the house and noticed vines stretching up to a balcony on the side of the mansion. And along the balcony, no doubt the upstairs window leading to Victoria’s room. He rubbed his chin in thought, but ultimately nodded his head in approval. With the courage of the damned, he reached for the rickety trellis and began to climb it.
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Back with Emily and the rest of the group, they all sat in anticipation for Victor’s return. So far, only twenty five minutes have passed and Applejack started to get very worried. As much as she wanted to help Victor, she knew she wasn’t going to keep his secret. Such a disadvantage for being the Element of Honesty.
“What’s taking Victor so long?” Emily asked curiously.
“I’m sure he’ll be along shortly,” Applejack replied nervously.
“I do hope so darling,” Rarity shivered. “It is getting frightfully cold out here. Had I known it be this chilly, I’d have packed my winter apparel.”
“I gotcha Rarity,” Spike spoke up.
The little dragon in question walked toward the large dead oak tree and pulled off a series of dead branches. He brought the pile toward the center of the group and used his dragon breath to ignite a tiny flame. Everyone quickly came forward, holding their hooves over the warm fire and sighed in bliss.
“Thank you ever so much, Spikey-Wikey,” Rarity smiled.
She leaned down to plant a big kiss on Spike’s cheek. Normally that was enough to make Spike fall over, with hearts replacing his pupils. Only this time, he merely blushed and smiled. He knew Rarity was a happily married mare, and he accepted it as maturely as possible. Still, he couldn’t help but feel slightly giddy when Rarity showed him affection… just like old times.
“N-No problem.”
“I really do have to agree though,” Twilight added. “What is taking Victor so long?”
“I hope the poor dear didn’t get lost along the way,” Fluttershy said worriedly.
“Aww don’t worry Fluttershy,” Pinkie said comfortingly. “I’m sure he’s on his way back any minute. I mean, what’s the worst that can happen? A hungry pack of wolves could come out of the forest on his way back and next thing you know, one of them burps a piece of his suit—”
Fluttershy squeaked and hid in her mane. Every pony else turned and glared at Pinkie.
“What? It could happen…”
“Can we try not to think negatively, Pinkster?” Rainbow scolded. “He’s probably on his way back right now.”
“Oh, if my coat wasn’t already blue, it certainly would be now in this weather!” Trixie shook.
While they sat around the fire, Emily sat along the tree limb where Victor asked her to stay. Suddenly, a voice began speaking in her head.
“This is the voice of your conscience. Listen to what I say: I have a bad feeling about that boy. You know he is no—”
Emily groaned and knocked against her head a few times till Maggot came flying out and landed in the snow.
“Go chew someone else’s ear for a while,” Emily said to him. “Victor’s gone to see his parents, like he said.”
Applejack could hear Emily talking, and the very mention of that made her eyes go wide. She quickly looked down at the ground hoping to avoid eye contact with any pony. However, her actions went unnoticed by her parents.
“If I hadn’t just been sitting in it, I would say that you’d lost your mind!” Maggot scoffed.
“I’m sure he has a perfectly good reason for taking so long.”
“I am sure he does. Why don’t you go ask him?”
“Alright, I will.”
“After all, he can’t get far with those cold feet.”
Maggot wiggled his way over to Victor’s still fresh footprints in the show, while Emily slowly glided behind. Applejack was just about to reach out and tell her otherwise, when her eyes caught sight of her parents, standing in front of her.
“Apple Pie… where is Victor?” Pear Butter asked seriously.
“We want the truth,” Bright Mac added.
The moment the parents started confronting Applejack, the remainder of her friends turned curiously in their direction. Slowly they approached Applejack wondering what their friend knew.
“I, uh… I…” Applejack stuttered, struggling with her words. “He said he’d go into town—”
“Applejack, y’all know it ain’t okay to lie right?” Bright Mac reminded.
“Emily is a very trusting bride,” Pear Butter added. “The most warm-hearted being alive and dead.”
“Well, actually she’d be ‘cold-blooded’ now,” Pinkie Pie specified. “Given that she’s a walking corpse, while you guys are ghosts. Most of her organs are still intact, slightly rotted from little use and—”
The Apples just silently glared at Pinkie Pie, who realized this was no laughing matter.
“Please continue…” Pinkie spoke, backing away.
“Applejack, listen to the tone of mah voice,” Bright Mac began firmly. “Victor’s up to somethin’ and yer Ma and I don’t know wut. All we know he’s back in the Land of the Livin’, and we reckon he has a lot to catch up on.”
“We know that implies somethin’,” Pear Butter spoke worriedly. “Out of sight, out of mind. Out of mind… out of the picture, y’all get the gist?”
“Y’all don’t understand…” Applejack insisted.
“Applejack… before ya go on, we need y’all to think for a moment,” Pear Butter interjected. “How would we all feel? If Emily finds out wut Victor’s really up to.”
Applejack looked toward her parents, then back to all of her friends. Every pony were all waiting for an answer, especially from the one pony who hardly lied in her life. All the effort to try to cover for Victor’s absence, finally there was no way to hold it together. A deep sigh of regret blew from her mouth before she addressed her parents.
“Victor’s at the Everglots…” Applejack confessed.
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Inside her bedroom, Victoria sits in her armchair, frantically stitching away at her quilt. A commotion interrupted Victoria, who turned to the balcony and before her very eyes… there was Victor. Muddy, disheveled, his jack torn, and his hair wild. But still… somehow Victor was back. She rushed over and opened the French doors, allowing Victor to enter.
“Victoria—” Victor sighed.
“Victor!” Victoria cried out. “I’m so happy to see you! Come by the fire.”
Victoria quickly leads Victor to a fireplace, allowing him a comfortable seat by the flames.
“Where have you been?” Victoria asked. “Are you all right?”
“I… I…” Victor stuttered nervously.
But a set words there came none. Yet all Victor could do was look at Victoria, her beauty enrapturing him as she graced his hand over his.
“You’re as cold as death,” Victoria observed. “What’s happened to you? Your coat.”
Victor, noticing the tear on his right shoulder, merely brushed it off… in this case literally.
“Victoria, I confess…” Victor began. “This morning I was terrified of marriage. But then, on meeting you, I felt I should be with you always… and that our wedding could not come soon enough.”
Victoria’s face brightened as each word escaped from Victor’s lips. So warm, so sincere. The fact that such a shy, timid young man such as him saying in his own words how he truly feels about her. It warmed her heart.
“Victor, I feel the same,” Victoria smiled.
The two young souls slowly leaned toward one another, their lips inches away from touching each other. Just as Victor had come close to kissing Victoria… he suddenly gasped and froze with horror.
There by the window, he alone sees the skeletal arm of the Corpse Bride appearing over the railing of the balcony. Confused, Victoria nearly turned her head before Victor stopped her.
“Victoria, I se… I se… I seem to find myself married,” Victor confessed hastily. “And you should know it’s unexpected.”
The Corpse Bride heaved the rest of herself over the edge of the balcony, losing a leg in the process. She grabbed the leg to reattach it. In her distraction to fix her leg back on, the veil fell over her face and she at first didn’t even noticed Victoria.
“Oh dear, and I did so want to make a good impression!” Emily replied merrily. “I couldn’t wait, darling. I wanted to meet…”
She drew the veil off her head and the moment she saw Victoria… she froze in horror. Both women stare at each other. The Corpse Bride, puzzled, goes up to Victor, putting a possessive hand on his arm.
“Darling? Who is this?” Emily asked.
“Victor! Who… what is this?” Victoria asked, stunned.
“I’m his wife!”
As her hand rests upon Victor’s arm, she flashed the bony arm toward Victoria and before her eyes… she sees the wedding ring upon the boney finger. Victor’s eyes loom side to side, the poor man suddenly caught in the middle.
“Victor?” Victoria spoke.
“Victoria, wait! You don’t understand,” Victor spoke desperately. “I can assure you it’s not what you think. She’s dead! Look!”
He grabbed the Corpse Bride’s bony arm, flapping it for emphasis. Victoria couldn’t even scream, she just stared in horror and disbelief.
“Who is she?!” Emily repeated.
“Victoria Everglot…”
A voice drew everyone around as the spirits of two Earth ponies floated through the floorboards and into Victoria’s room. The girl’s eyes widened in shock as they stood before her, a look of regret on their faces. Pear Butter turned toward Emily, who was still reeling in horror.
“This girl…” Pear Butter addressed. “She’s the one Victor’s supposed to marry.”
“What?!” Emily gasped.
All at once, a flash appeared in the room as Twilight Sparkle and all her friends entered the room. They stood dazedly trying to regain their footing, as Victoria saw them.
“Twilight!” Victoria gasped. “Applejack! What—”
“Victoria, you have to help us!” Twilight insisted. “You must help Victor.”
“Twilight…” Victoria shook. “The things everyone’s been saying—”
“Victoria, listen!” Applejack interrupted. “There’s so much we wanna tell ya. We were sent to—”
All of a sudden, there’s a pounding against the bedroom door.
“Victoria!” Maudeline cried out, behind the door. “What’s going on in there! Open this door at once! Finis, fetch the key!”
So much chaos going on in the room at once. Everyone turning their heads in one direction to the other, Victoria unable to find the words to all the madness in her room. And Emily, standing by the open balcony, glared at Victor. And upon her face, an angry expression replaced her usual happy, whimsical charm as it all became clear to her.
“You tricked me!” Emily spoke to Victor.
“Emily, please listen to him!” Applejack spoke up. “He didn’t mean to—”
But Emily would hear no more. The moment it became clear to her that Victor lied to her, tricking her the way he did, that… that was the last straw.
“Hopscotch!”
“Emily, wait!” Twilight called out. “NO!”
But it was too late, Emily grabbed Victor tightly by the arm. And before Twilight and her friends knew it, their bodies slowly began to fade, and they began to sink down the floor unable to escape. Twilight’s pleading eyes turned toward Victoria who looked at the scene in horror.
“Victoria, you have to help us!” Twilight called out.
“No! No!” Victor cried, reaching out. “Victoria!”
As Emily drew Victor across the balcony, Bright Mac and Pear Butter hovering closely behind, Victor desperately reached out to Victoria, who reached out in return. Victor’s eyes watch Victoria drifting far away as the crows gathered around him until they all completely vanished into thin air.
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When the crows cleared away, the entire group were once again back in the Land of the Dead. Once more, they stood before Elder Gutknecht’s study, as the old skeleton stood atop his mountain of books looking down at the group. Emily still wore the very same angry expression on her face since the moment they left.
“You lied to me!” She yelled, pushing Victor away “Just to get back to that other woman.”
And Victor just stood there, guilty as charged.
“Don’t you understand?” Victor asked miserably. “You’re the other woman.”
But Victor’s justification only made Emily more hurt than furious now.
“No! You’re married to me!” Emily wailed, tearing up. “She’s the other woman.”
Finally Emily began to sob and cry. Bright Mac and Pear Butter came to her side, trying their best to comfort her.
“There, there… it’s alright Em,” Bright Mac assured.
“Ah’m sure there’s an explanation fer all this,” Pear Butter added.
“What other explanation is there?” Emily sobbed. “My husband tricked us all into going up there just so he could be with someone else!”
Unsure of what to do, Victor turned toward the Elder for support. All the old skeleton could do was shrug his shoulders.
“You know, she’s got a point,” Elder Gutknecht pointed out.
“Oh, and I thought—I thought this was all going so well…” Emily sobbed.
As she continued to cry, her eye plopped out once more through the force of her weeping. The eye rolled over toward Victor’s foot. He picked it up and wiped it clean before slowly approaching her from behind and handed it back to her. Emily took back her eye and slowly propped it back in her empty sockey.
“Look, I’m sorry but… this just can’t work,” He said honestly.
“Why not?” Emily asked sadly. “It’s my eye, isn’t it?”
“No, no, your eye is… lovely.”
At first Emily didn’t give any response, until she fully turned toward Victor.
“Really?” Emily asked, blinking.
“Yes! Listen, under different circumstances, well, who knows? But we’re just too different. I mean, you’re dead.”
“You should have thought of that before you asked me to marry you.”
“Why can’t you understand? It was a mistake! I would never marry you!”
Those words made everyone’s mouth instantly drop, the very words stinging as heavily as a wasp. Certainly, they agreed that maybe this was just a big misunderstanding. But there was no need for that at all. Emily said not a word, only dejectedly lowered her head and slowly walked past Victor toward the stairs leading back to the streets. Once she left the Elder’s study, Victor stood there, watching her slowly descend the stairs till she was out of sight and he was left feeling… like a heel.
Bright Mac and Pear Butter turned toward each other before facing Applejack.
“Ma… pa…” Applejack spoke tearfully. “I didn’t mean—”
“We’re just gonna make sure she’s alright,” Bright Mac spoke softly.
“We’ll all meet up again later,” Pear Butter added.
The two ponies quickly raced off hoping to catch up with Emily. When Victor turned back around, he came face to face with a group of very displeased looking ponies.
“Well that certainly seemed like the best way tah handle this situation don’t it?” Applejack said sarcastically.
Victor sighed and shook his head.
“I was only just—”
“Just what huh?” Rainbow interrupted. “Look buddy, this isn’t a great situation. Believe me, I don’t really want to be here either. But there was no call for what you just said!”
“Hasn’t the poor girl been lied to enough already in her life?” Rarity asked.
As Victor listened to each of them speak, he felt more and more guilty by the second.
“You can’t really blame her you know,” Spike added. “She had been laying under a dead tree for who knows how many years. Waiting for a true love that would never come.”
“Accidental or not, you did propose to Emily,” Fluttershy pointed out. “I’m really sorry to have to say this, but I may as well anyway…”
Fluttershy took a deep breath before she continued, giving Victor the firmest face she can muster.
“Victor Van Dort, you really… really… bucked up!”
Fluttershy gasped and covered her muzzle with her hooves, before hiding behind Rarity who did her best to calm her down. The other Equestrians stared at their friend with wide eyes, even more so than Victor’s.
“Whoa…” Pinkie uttered.
“Come on, y’all,” Applejack gestured.
One by one, the ponies trotted passed Victor who stood there with complete shame. Even Trixie barely looked at Victor, before she lifted her head with a ‘Humph!’ and shut her eyes completely from him. Maud stood over Victor, staring blankly at the thinly man before her. He tried to speak up, but she raised a hoof…
“No…” Maud spoke bluntly.
And just like that, Maud Pie walked away. Slower than the rest of the group, but she still walked away. All that remained was Twilight Sparkle herself, who slowly drifted behind her friends.
“Twilight…” Victor spoke up.
“You’ve got a lot to think about,” Twilight concluded, walking away.
And just like that, the Equestrians had all left the Elder’s study leaving him alone with the ancient skeleton. A sigh escaped his lips, as he looked down upon his feet. And it was in that moment, that what happened to Victor was absolutely certain… he really bucked up.
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Down the alleyway, Emily walked slowly. She reached into a hidden pocket of her gown, pulling out a dried, crumbling wedding bouquet. Its petals slowly drifted off.
“Roses for eternal love…” Emily spoke. “Lilies for sweetness… baby’s breath…”
She dropped the bouquet on the ground and walked off. From the shadows, Bright Mac and Pear Butter watched as the Corpse Bride walked away. They follow yet keep a good distance just the same. As Emily sat by her lonesome, the Black Widow spider drifts down to her right shoulder and Pear Butter on her left. As the bride wiped off a tear, the moisture floated away like a drifting feather.
“Why so blue?” The Black Widow asked.
“Don’t cry, Em,” Pear Butter spoke softly. “His words ain’t worth the tears. It'll be all right.”
“Maybe he’s right, Pear Butter,” Emily sighed. “Maybe we are too different.”
“Maybe he should have his head examined…”
Annoyed, Emily reached into her left ear and pulled the little maggot out from her head. He hung in her grip loosely, yet his attitude remained.
“I could do it,” The Maggot offered.
“Now don’t listen to him,” Bright Mac spoke, approaching. “Emily… Buttercup and I may not have known how you were amongst the livin’, but yer a wonderful soul. If Victor cain’t see it, that’s his loss.”
"Just ferget what Victor said," Pear Butter added. "Any pony else in Victor's place and they'd be dyin to marry you, and I don't just mean literally either."
“I can’t compete with that woman!” Emily argued. “She has everything he wants. Including a pulse!”
“I don’t know much about this Victor fella to know if it’s true or not,” Pear Butter admitted. “But a wedding vow, even to the dead, is the biggest promise a feller can make. He’s got to learn tah live with his choice… if he really cares about ya.”
“Or perhaps he does belong with her,” Emily spoke sadly. “Little Miss Living. With her rosy cheeks and beating heart.”
"So wut?" Bright Mac asked incredulously. "There's plenty of gals all that way! But none can compete with the likes of you!"
“He's right! Those girls are ten a penny,” The Black Widow insisted. “You’ve got so much more. You’ve got… you’ve got… you’ve got a wonderful personality.”
The Corpse Bride merely shook her head, as if not believing a single word either of her companions were saying. They glance toward each other until they try a rather ‘unique’ approach.
https://m.A single lone tear fell from Emily’s eye, the moment her eyelids shut. All Maggot, Black Widow, Bright Mac, and Pear Butter could do was look upon her with pity and sorrow. Finally, they all sighed and walked away. They didn’t really want to, especially not Bright Mac and Pear Butter, but seeing how truly upset she was perhaps she needed a little time to be alone for a while.
Little did either one know, Twilight Sparkle and all her friends had silently been watching from a corner, hearing the whole song. Seeing Emily in such a dreadful state, they all felt terrible for how this evening turned out. Now only one question remained:
How could things possibly get any worse?