Finally, Laff had gotten to the question Meme had been waiting for.
"Do you, FatMemeGod, take Victoria- Victoria?" Meme laughed a little. "Yeah, Wiktoria."
"Do you take VICTORIA-"
"It's Wiktoria. With a W. I misspelled it in the invitations."
"Oh. Do you take WIKTORIA to be your lawful wedded Wife?"
Laff asked at last.
"Of course I do!" Meme announced, giggling happily as Laff turned to Wiktoria.
"Do you, V- WIKtoria take FatMemeGod to be your lawful wedded husband?"
Wiktoria glanced away from Laff and back at Meme, both getting lost in eachothers eyes for a moment before she mooed a gleeful "Yes".
"She said yes!!!" Meme announced to his seated friends, knowing they didn't understand cow.
"Does anyone have any objections?" Laff asked the small crowd.
"I do! I have one!" A voice rang out.
Nadwe stood, gaining the attention of everyone except Wiktoria, who was eying Laff with a look that said "why would you even ask that?"
"What is your objection?" Laff questioned, looking back at Wiktoria, his face unreadable through his mask.
"I gotta go to the bathroom." Nadwe began. "Like, bro I REALLY gotta go!"
Meme erupted in laughter as Nadwe went behind a nearby tree, his face redder then the ripest of tomatoes.
He came out a few seconds later, still looking flushed. Laff cleared his throat and uttered the sentence at last.
"You-"
Meme laughed happily.
"May-"
He and Wiktoria smiled at eachother, eager for Laff to finish his sentence so they could be official.
"Now-"
The moment lasted years, just staring into eachothers eyes.
"Kiss-"
Meme wanted Laff to finish the sentence more then anything.
"The Bride."
As if on cue, a loud pop sounded from behind. All Meme could feel was a pain in his chest, just barely to the right of his heart.
The world was spinning, everything was numb but the unbearable pain in his chest. A warm liquid spilled out from the wound, drowning Meme in an infinite ocean of pain.
His ears rung, drowning out the panicked screams of all his friends around him.
He was vaguely aware of Wiktoria prodding him desperately, and tried to say something, anything, but instead choked on his own words.
He could tell he was losing way too much blood, but there was nothing he could do but try desperately to hang on...
He had to hang on... for Wiktoria... for everyone...
Wiktoria pressed her flank against Memes wound in attempts to stop the bleeding.
"Please don't die on me... I need you..." she mooed, nuzzling Memes shuddering form.
"Please just hang on, I promise it'll be ok." She continued, trying to reassure him.
"I-I'm trying..." Meme choked, barely audible. It was clear he was in too much pain to even move...
"Let the games begin." A disembodied voice finished. Wiktoria ignored it and lay next to Meme. He was all that mattered. She didn't care what the dumb demon voice did, she just had to make sure Meme made it out ok.
A whizzing sound came from the village, followed by a loud explosion. "The village!!!" Socks screamed, staring in shock at the crater that had once been dozens of homes.
"We need to get Meme and Wiktoria out of here!!" Tbh shouted, pointing up toward another nuke barreling toward them. Socks nodded, running over to the couple.
"Wiktoria, run. I'll get Meme." He said, looking the mortified cow in the eye. With one last glance at Meme, she nodded and stood, waiting until Socks had Meme on his shoulders before running downhill, casting constant glances back to make sure Socks and Meme weren't far behind.
Seconds after the wedding area had been evacuated, a nuke landed, sending ash flying onto everything nearby, staining almost everyone a dark gray.
The rain of nukes had stopped, so Socks laid Meme down and did his best to stop the bleeding from the bullethole in his chest. Wiktoria rushed over as well, laying next to Meme and mooing softly.
He was shockingly pale. Most of the blood had dried, Socks wasn't sure if that was good or not, and had stained the front and back of his once blue onesie dark red.
He looked up at Socks shakily, the look in his eyes saying it all.
"I'm so sorry, I should've planned better, I should've done something..." Socks sobbed.
"N-not your f-fault..." Meme whispered, smiling at Socks shakily.
He winced before his expression changed to one of painful realization. "S-socks?"
"Yes?" Socks responded, trying to sound comforting.
"I... w-want you to k-kill me." The doctor answered shakily.
"What?!" Socks said, shocked. How could he want to die?!? Was he in that much pain?
"P-please..." Meme whimpered.
Socks pulled out the small knife he carried on him, flipping it over in his hand. He either put his friend out of his misery, or let him live on the slim chance he'd make it, with a more likely chance he'd die slowly and painfully.
With a deep breath, the spaceman made up his mind.

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No, I haven't finished Split yet, and this won't be updated again for a while still, but it's Halloween and I wanted to to SOMETHING-
So tada! Already gore and drama in chapter 1 :D