Oneshots and Randomness

(A/N So I actually waited until the last possible second for this because I wanted to watch some more Invader Zim lol. This is probably going to be a very quick and short chapter because I don't really feel like writing much, so yeah. Sorry. ^_^ anyways, I should just get to the prompt(s) so I hope you enjoy reading this, whatever its going to be.)

Prompt - "If anyone has a reason that these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace." Five different people burst into the chapel from different entrances, each with a different objection.

   You had just been attending a simple wedding, one of your friends was getting married. It was a quaint little party, not much people there, but something strange had to happen of course.

   You were barely holding back tears as you saw your friend in their dress that you helped pick out, standing beside their loved one, you were proud and happy. Then the words, "If anyone has a reason that these two should not be wed, speak now or forever hold your peace." rang out and echoed across the silent room. It was about to resume but then the front door burst open, someone you had never seen before ran in doggedly, "I object!" he said panting, bending over and holding his knees trying to catch his breath.

   Another person barged into the room through the kitchen entryway, their hands full of food, "I object!" They seemed wild and confused. Your friend started to look at the two intruders worriedly.

   Then the back door slammed open and a girl yelled, "I object!" in the sturdiest voice with a determined look in her eyes. The small amount of people in the crowd started to murmur in surprise, you stayed silent.

   The sudden sound of glass shattering brought the crowd's gaze towards their left. There, another girl had apparently jumped in through the window; she stood up, brushed herself of, cleared her throat, and said, "I object." In a small and polite voice, completely contrasting her... entrance.

   Your friend was now looking at her four intruders, her lover holding her hands probably for comfort. Suddenly, another person walked in. A tall, lean figure walked through the entryway to the dressing room into the main hall. "I object." The man said, his head raised high as he looked down upon the couple.

   The crowd's murmurs of surprise and excitement grew louder until the small chapel was filled with people trying to talk over others. Everyone suddenly grew quiet when the question was asked, "To why do you not condone this marriage?" You and the crowd scanned the intruders who had not left their spots, the intruders were also looking at each other in curiosity.

   Another silence swept through the chapel like an icy cold wind, each of the intruders seeming to compete for who would speak first. Then the man with his hands full with 80 percent of the buffet decided to end the quiet staring contest. "I object because this woman," he pointed an accusing finger at your friend, "is a lie and cheat!" The crowd gasped and your friend's eyes widened in surprise. "I can assure you that this woman has taken my life away! She has stolen everything, my valuables, home, friends, everything has been taken." The crowd all looked at the guy, you could practically smell the doubt and suspicion in everyone.

   Your friend was about to speak when the girl who came from the back door started to yell, "I object! Because that human filth you call a man is actually dating my sister! He is a inhuman cheating liar!" She seemed wild and feral, everyone feared her when she spoke in her savage and furious voice. Your friend's face paled and so did her fiance.

   Then the guy who had run in in a hurry caught his breath and spoke, still winded, "I can't let you guys marry right now!" The crowd's attention turned to him, the other two accusers who had spoken looked at him strangely. "That man is not who you think it is! It's... that man stole my body and is now PRETENDING to be me for some reason! He wants to ruin your life!" The entire chapel was silent as everyone stared at the ridiculous, tattered up man. He must be crazy, insane, might have just escaped an asylum surely.