⚠️Warning, Blood, Violence and mentions of death⚠️

-I'm going to say it now, so the end has a more dramatic end. Thank you all so much for 6K, so as a gift, here's a little thing I like to call, The Wedding. Please Enjoy.-

//Dice's POV//

I don't want to wake up, never.

Not after how I lost Y/n two days ago.

I have been in my house, except for my shift at the restaurant yesterday, all around the clock since then.

It's either, sleeping, eating (which I've taken a custom to rarely doing), or crying.

Just then, as I was trying to bring myself to eat a banana on the couch, when the house phone rang.

Ring..ring..

"What's the point of answering? It's not like it's Y/n," I told myself.

It stopped for a minute, then rang again.

Ring..Ring..

I sighed and stood up, going to answer the phone.

I picked it up, "Hello?"

"I know what you need to do."

"What?" I asked.

'That Voice..' I thought.

"First off, do you remember me?" They asked.

"No, maybe if you tell me when I talked to you," I told them.

"Remember when someone on the phone told you where Y/n was when she got kidnapped?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"That someone is me, and I know where Y/n is and what you need to do," They told me.

"Wow, thanks! Who are you exactly?"

"Bah, you don't know me. You probably never will, unless I'll see you at the wedding."

"...wedding?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, so basically Y/n is being forced to wed a certain someone who you beat the living shit out of," They explained.

"Wait...no," I realized who.

"Yeah, they busted her bastard fiancé out of jail and I know how you can save her," They told me.

Ding,Dong!

My doorbell rang.

"Hang on just a second," I told them.

I went to the door to find a small, brown box on my front step.

The mailman didn't come until tomorrow so someone must've dropped it off.

I went back to the phone with the box in hand.

"Open the box," They told me.

"How did you-"

"Do you want to save your girlfriend or not?" They asked me.

I obeyed and opened the box, revealing a black and white tux and a mask.

"What do you suppose I do with this?" I asked them.

"*Sigh* Can someone get this guy a dunce hat? It's a disguise, you idiot. Everyone's gonna know it's you at that wedding without a disguise," They snapped at me.

"Oh."

"The wedding reception is at 3, don't be late," They Said, then hung up.

"So, guess I'm really doin' this. For Y/n," I nodded.

//Your POV//

*A couple hours later*

I sat in the dressing room, staring at myself at the vanity.

"I can't believe I'm doing this.." I mumbled.

I was already in my dress, with my hair in a bun.

Along the sides of my head were pearls swooping down and raising back up.

I had to have makeup redone on me because I cried a lot before, which I lied to the makeup artist about why I was crying.

Instead of saying, "I don't want to marry him", I Said "I'm just so nervous".

Smooth Y/n, Smooth.

"You're up in 30 minutes," I heard the wedding planner call me.

The bridesmaids and groomsmen are probably going up now.

I can hear the music.

My Father escorted me to the wall by the room where I'm being wed.

After the flower girl goes down (who is a family friend that I barely know), We start walking down.

In the chairs I see some people that are just weird.

One guy had a really...wrinkly(?) face.

Don't take it the wrong way but it was abnormally wrinkly and his head very tilted on the side.

Next to him was a girl with brown hair with blonde streaks in a black dress with a Japanese Kitsune Mask.

(Like this)

And next to her was a guy a little bit taller than her with blonde hair combed into a floof and was wearing a Japanese Oni mask.

(Like This)

They all looked like they didn't belong but I just ignored it.

Once I got up the Altar, the man wedding us said the usual shtick of "We're gathered here today..blah blah blah."

Thankfully, we skipped vows and went straight to the rings.

A small boy carried the rings and Craig put one on my finger and I (reluctantly) put one on his finger.

"Now, If we have any objections please state now why these two should not be together or forever hold your piece," The man spoke up.

The man with the wrinkly face stood up and raised his hand.

"I object!"

'His voice...'

"Tell us, son," The man asked.

The man with the wrinkly, leaning face grabbed onto his face and pulled on it.

It was a mask, revealing who he really was.

My eyes widened at the sight, in fear and joy at the same time.

"...Dice?!" I called out.

"YOU!!" Craig yelled.

Craig jumped over the alter and dug in his tux to pull out a pistol.

Craig began to fire a couple warning rounds.

"Dice, get down!" I yelled.

He rolled behind a pew for cover.

The Boy and Girl began pushing out and escorting all the other guests out of their pews.

The Girl walked up to me and pulled at my arm.

"N-no, I can't leave. What happens if he gets hurt?" I asked her.

"He'll Be Fine. He's Dice. I'm rootin' for you guys, so we'll help out too. Just come on so you're safe, that's his top priority," She told me.

I sighed and let her lead me out.

//Dice's POV//

I watched as the girl in the mask lead Y/n out.

At least she's safe and won't have to see anything.

Craig ran towards me but I beat him to the punch, knocking the wind out of him.

I grabbed a pole no one was using and used it for defense.

"You know, I already called the police. They're on their way," I told him as I ran towards him.

Craig grunted and tried to shoot me but missed.

He still had his gun up so I took the opportunity and kicked it out of his hand.

"What are you gonna do now?" I asked.

"Well-" Craig reaches into his suit again and pulled out another pistol.

"Kill you," He smiled.

"Oh fuck," I mumbled.

He fired, but missed.

I dodged behind a pew again and caught my breath.

'Where the hell are the police?!' I thought, getting déjà vu.

//Your POV//

I heard gunshots.

I ran to the reception room.

"Ma'am where are you going?!" The blonde in the Oni mask cried.

"I'm making sure my boyfriend isn't dead!" I yelled.

He tried to run after me but was held back by the girl, "Let her go, Blue."

"Don't call me that," I heard him scoff.

I ran into the room to see Craig walking towards Dice with the firearm.

I tackled him and got him away from Dice, ripping my dress in the process.

He kicked me in the stomach, causing me to gag and cough blood up onto my chest.

I flew off of him and landed hardly onto the ground.

He gave me a cold glare with his eyes and said nothing.

Craig stood up and pointed the gun to me.

"Time to die, you little whore."

I put my arms to my face when I heard the bang.

When I opened my eyes I realized I wasn't hit, but there was a presence in front of me.

The world was fuzzy, and hard to look at.

I realized who slid in front me.

With a loud "Thud", the body landed onto the ground on their side.

My eyes widened and I covered my mouth with my hands.

"I...I.." I stuttered.

There, right in front me it was something that made my heart stop.

Laying down, in a pool of crimson red, stained black and white tux, was Dice.

The bullet hole was clear that it was around his stomach.

His mouth had trails of blood leaving his lips.

Craig ran off in fear of what I would do and what he had just done.

"Dice.." I barely got the words out.

I held him up to my face and kept him close.

He was looking up to me, and was smiling.

"Dice..why did you..? WHY DID YOU DO THAT?!" I yelled at him.

"I..wanted to save..y-you," He stammered.

"Me?! I have no point of living! You had a chance, you're a better person. Even so, you can't just leave me here!" I shouted.

"Don't..say..that."

"DON'T LEAVE ME LIKE CHARLIE DID! I CAN'T IMAGINE A LIFE WITHOUT YOU!!" I screamed.

Tears ran down my face like waterfalls.

I was sweating immensely, and trying to comprehend what just or what was happening.

Just then, paramedics bursted in.

They rushed over and looked at him.

"Please..help him," I cried.

"We'll do what we can," A woman nodded after examining his condition.

They lifted him and put him on the rolling cot they put in the ambulance.

They offered me a ride to the hospital in a police car and I accepted it.

They told me that Craig and my parents are being arrested as the Boy and Girl with the masks told them the story and some how had evidence.

They said it would take a couple days to sentence him, but he's not getting off easy.

I hopped in the backseat of the police car in the middle of the Boy and the Girl.

"He's gonna be okay," The girl patted my shoulder.

"Yeah, he'll be alright," The boy added.

"I hope so," I lowered my head.

The sun was lowering to the horizon as I murmured a silent prayer for Dice.

"Charlie..Keep him alive. He's not ready. Not yet. I'm not."

"Just let him live, Please"