Wackocalypse

Weddings are for losers anyway

Taxes.

Status.

Loans.

"Do you, Dave Scott, take Meghna Holmes to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

Dave was marrying Meghna to help pay for all of the above.

"I do."

"And do you, Meghna, take Dave to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

"I-"

CRASH!

The door to the wedding hall burst open suddenly. A man with barely brushed hair, wearing a fitted blue suit strode in quickly with an annoyed look on his face.

He dramatically stood in front of the couple and looked up at them, jutting his chin out.

The bride and groom looked to him with hopeful eyes. He's here!

"I object! No one shall take my sweetheart away from me!" The man walked up to the altar and pulled his lover into his chest. "I shall marry-"

"Where's the cake I was promised, my loves? I said I'd only come if I got my cake."

The bride and groom snapped out of their daydreams of Naz coming to their rescue. Unbeknownst to them, they were both having an affair with the same man, Naz.

They looked at him one last time before sighing and turning their heads.

'What did I honestly expect?' Both the bride and groom thought to themselves before turning again to each other.

"My loves," Naz said moving his hands around, trying not to be offended at their disregard, "Don't give your darling the cold shoulder! Is this how you treat your guests?"

A VIP guest and a close friend of both Dave and Meghna, Raven, gestured urgently to the wedding crasher. He looked at her and promptly turned towards the buffet table. Taking up a plate of cake and digging in with his fork, he sat down next to Raven, eyes on the altar, munching happily.

A robed figure with a tall, pointy cowboy hat, a billowing cape, and a long, white, flowing beard had sauntered in behind Naz and was now seated at the VIP table, chuckling at the proceedings. She leaned back in her chair, getting more comfortable.

For the show had just begun.

It was definitely a great decision to accept an invitation for once since this was turning out to be even more entertaining than her pet owl chasing an angry apple.

"I-"

CRASH!

What is it this time?  Everyone turned to the doors of the large hall.

Sherlock (Benny Boy) stormed in, dragging a man behind him. Is that-

"Tom Cavanagh! And Sherlock- I Mean Benny!" Meghna screamed.

She clutched the frills of her gown in her hands and rushed down the altar.

"Oh my god! Sherlock! You're finally here."

Another flame...Dave sighed and took out the snickers from his pocket and started munching on it.

Although this was a normal sight for Dave, his fiancée had always been...very free— she had tons of crushes and lovers, and to be honest, Dave did not care as long as he got married and got more money, the participants of the wedding, however, grumbled and sighed at the constant interruptions.

Oh my God, I should've just stayed home and Netflixed-and-chilled instead, the priest rolled his eyes and groaned before turning to the audience. "Does anyone even want to get married here at all today?" he shouted, exasperated.