Screams and groans echoed throughout the quickly ruined and degrading building that was Mount Massive Asylum as countless inmates, guards, and other personnel were left at the merciless and cruel hands of each other.

The place had only gone to hell a few hours ago, and yet already it was a massacre, especially in the Vocational Block, the lair of the Groom himself. Bodies littered the block in macabre displays, grotesquely disrespectful and sickening in their positionings; all male, all… altered.

Though it had only been mere hours, Eddie Gluskin had been hard at work. His memory was a little hazy from before all the variants had broken out, but despite that, his objective was clear.

To find himself a bride.

Yet every person he came across was… unsuitable. Whores, the lot of them! Unworthy of his seed, his love, his name– all of them, disloyal fucking sluts!

He fixed them, cut away the vulgar parts of them, and yet they screamed and bleated like lambs at the slaughterhouse, begging him to not, to let them go–!

Was Eddie so unlovable? Why did his possible brides always run from him? Why must he put in the effort to fix them only for them to eternally sleep afterwards, bleeding out from the new slit he created betwixt their thighs? Why couldn't they just stay and love him back? He'd be such a doting husband, sating his wife's needs every night and filling their womb with his essence until life bloomed…

Oh, how he ached at the thought! Eddie shuddered as he imagined it, a child of his loins, loved and doted on by him, protected by him. No child of Eddie's would be… harmed or… touche–

Shaking away such thoughts, Eddie got back to work, cleaning up the saw where a failed bride's vulgarity was shredded in a grotesque red splotch on the blade. He couldn't be distracted, not now, not when his possible bride could come through the door next–!

He looked up with some hope, only to sigh as seconds ticked by with no sounds of footsteps reached his ears. Nothing. Why was he even surprised? Eddie deluded himself into thinking he was a desirable man, but the truth was that every inmate that still lived had quickly learned to stay away from where The Groom resided, lest they end up missing a few parts down below.

As Gluskin continued tidying up though, a figure tried jumping from one roof to the other, and ended up crashing through it, landing in a pile of dust and broken wood, thankfully unharmed, if not bruised. The loud noise did not escape Eddie's notice, and he quickly made his way to where your sprawled out form was.

Approaching you, he couldn't help but find you familiar. Yes, he'd seen you before… before while he was… being put in that infernal machine… he'd… begged you for help, seen your guilty, regretful, horrified eyes as they dragged him away…

It was a blur after that, but Eddie knew you, recognised you.

Kneeling beside you, he brushed some hair out of your face. "Like a sign from above…" He whispered with wide eyes, drinking you in desperately. "You were meant for me, weren't you? That is why you were there, why you ended up here–!"

And as Eddie checks you for injuries, hands light as they feel his bride's body through your clothes, he realises just how perfect you are, gasping with awe as he feels the softness of your chest, the plush heat between your legs…

He groans deeply, lifting you up with ease from the ground, feeling you stir from your brief unconscious faint. "I won't even have to change you, darling! You're already perfect! Come, let us prepare for our wedding. Then, after, we'll start working on making a child!"