Shedletsky would stretch, his yellow wings spreading out. It was a rough match, but he’d managed to get out with barely a scratch. He could’ve sworn he head Builderman nearby, his smile widening.

He’d round the corner, going to greet Builderman.

“Hey Buil— Whaaat are you wearing..” Shedletsky would start, staring in shock at the sight in front of him.

Builderman. His best friend. In a whole ass wedding dress. And we’re talkin’ flowers, a veil, bows, EVERYTHING.

“???” “What” Builderman would sound confused, raising an eyebrow. He was acting like this was a regular occurrence. And honestly. It kinda was. The Spectre gets the survivors to do crazy shit like this every day in this hell, but Shedletsky didn’t exactly expect THIS.