This is the story of Victor, Victoria, and Emily the Corpse Bride five years later. This is my first story
Victoria sighed as she gazed out of the window, her mind as far away from her sewing as possible. Outside her window, two blue tits tweeted and chattered with one and other, and a gentle breeze blew about in the spring leaves. Victoria sighed again. She loved the spring. Her mind was only returned to her sewing when it slipped off her lap and onto the floor. Victoria gasped and bent down to clean it up. Her four year old daughter Emily came toddling over to investigate. Victoria chuckled to herself as Emily eyed the sewing kit. Emily was a curious child, but selfless and kind-hearted too. She had such a similar personality to the Emily Victoria once knew, of whom her daughter had been named after. She brushed Emily's prizing fingers away from the needles, tutting. Just then, Victor burst into the room, and doing so he swooped Emily into his arms and swung her around the room. Emily gurgled and giggled in delight, while Victoria watched on happily. Victor had become such a joyful soul since their move to the country. He was twice the man he was. After Victor had sent Emily on her way, he embraced victoria and stroked her hair.
"I'll clean it up" he whispered in her ear. And with that, Victoria followed Emily into the Nursery.
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Emily sighed, flopping against the piano. The skeletal pianist pressed a single key mindlessly. Miss Plum was washing up pots in the kitchen, but they never seemed to get any cleaner. Bonejangles poured a drink into one glass, then into the other. Mayhew slumped in his armchair, smoking his pipe. Emily sighed and sat up again. She began to fiddle with her mouldering boquet. She was so bored. There was nothing to do. There hadn't been a new arrival for weeks. She tried to daydream, but there was nothing to dream of. She had shattered her own dreams of marrige five years ago, and she could not go upstairs in spring. She then thought of Victor. She wondered if he was happy. She wondered if he were still with Victoria. At that moment, Scraps leapt onto her lap with a bone in his mouth.
"Alright," she whispered to scraps, scratching his skull. "I'll play."
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"This is lovely weather for a picnic" Victoria remarked, as she, Victor and Emily strolled through the forest. Victor nodded, taking in a huge breath of fresh air.
"It is indeed," he replied, swinging Emily's hand.
"Daddy, I'm hungry" she whined.
"Alright sweetheart" he said, kissing her forehead. "We'll stop here. The picnic was delicious. Cold turkey sandwiches and fresh pears were a few of the morsels Victoria had packed. After they had stuffed themselves Emily began to play by a nearby tree.
"Oh Victor, I wish we could do this more often."
"I do too. And when the summer comes, we shall. Picnics every weekend. How does that sound?"
"Oh wonderful!" she cried, hugging Victor. "Emily will love it."
"Speaking of which, where is Emily?" Victoria glanced around. The forest around them was empty. Victoria began to panic.
"Emily?" she cried "EMILY!"
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Emily tossed the bone for scraps for at least the umpteenth time. He still gleefully chased it, barking wildly, then returning and laying it at Emily's feet. Emily was already bored, but seeing Scraps so happy made her feel a little better. She threw the bone again, extra hard this time. Scraps scampered after it. After five minutes scraps didn't come back.
"Scraps?" Emily called. "Scraps where are you?" In the distance a bark echoed. Emily sighed and jogged to where the noise was coming from. She ran through the bar, through the museum, through many alleys she never knew had existed in the underworld. When she stopped to catch her breath she had no idea where she was. She appeared to be in a dark, damp, corridor.
"Scraps?"
A excited bark came from below Emily. Scraps sat at her feet, his tail wagging.
"Oh scraps you silly boy" Emily laughed as she bent down to pick him up. A foot kicked Scraps away. Scraps yelped and whimpered in the corner. Emily gasped and backed away.
"Forget the dog for now" grunted a harsh voice.
"W-what do you want?" Emily stuttered.
"I just want to talk to you Emily" replied the figure from the shadows.
"Who are you?"
