Corpse Bride Fan Fiction ❯ Brother of the CORPSE BRIDE. ❯ Boredom, Lament, and Mystery. ( Chapter 2 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Mykan 
Boy... I never thought the after-life could have it's dry-spells and boredom.
Songs...:2
(Originally)
1: Jack's Lament
2: Something's up with Jack
Non Anime: Corpse Bride Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Horror / Drama / Classic / Angst | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 10.13.2005 | Updated On: 10.13.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 521 | Status: Completed
Boy... I never thought the after-life could have it's dry-spells and boredom.
Songs...:2
(Originally)
1: Jack's Lament
2: Something's up with Jack
Non Anime: Corpse Bride Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Suspense / Romance / Horror / Drama / Classic / Angst | Type: Self Insertion | Uploaded On: 10.13.2005 | Updated On: 10.13.2005 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 521 | Status: Completed
CHAPTER TWO
Throughout the entire town, I was know as one of the greatest dress makers of all.
Women would come from miles around, just to have me design them a dress like no other.
* * *
People were overjoyed when I arrived at the wedding. The ceremony was over so it was time for them to cheer me as usual.
“I believe this dress was my best design yet.” I said to the crowd, “Thank you everyone!”
“No, thank you, Mykan!” said the Minister-Ghoul. “It was your talented gift in dress making that made this marriage pretty.”
The crowd kept cheering for me, I did like that, until three more women came up to me and asked for me to design them their own gowns.
Of course I just couldn't say no.
* * *
Everyone asked me to join them at the reception, but I had to get back home, I knew this going to be another restless night for me.
All I've ever done over the pat twenty years of my after-life is make dresses, it was fun when it started but believe me it started getting dull.
* * *
As I walked through the quiet town, my Sister and Victor saw me on the other side of the road.
They walked right up to me and congratulated me on another job well done, Victor shook my cold hand, and Emily kissed my cheek.
“You've done so much for us all Mykan.” She said sweetly to me, “That dress was your finest yet.” added Victor.
“Yeah, I guess so!” I said sounding low, “Just like the ones I made this year… last year… and the years before those.”
As I walked away form the couple, Victor couldn't help but notice how miserable I looked.
“Goodness! …he certainly looks blue.” He said to his wife. “Of course he's blue Victor.” said Emily, “He's a Corpse, so he's pale.”
Victor just shook his head, “That's not what I meant.” He said, “I meant… “He is depressed!”
Emily's head maggot popped through her eye socket and said, “He's got a point, he does look sad!”
Emily pushed her eye back in, then she and decided to follow me, and see if Victor was right.
* * *
As I walked along the mountain trail, not noticing I was being watched, I heard the mountain bugs playing music.
Music, which I just had to sing about my troubles to…
* * *
[Mykan, that's me]
-There are few who'd deny, at what I do I am the best
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to making dresses whether day or night
I excel without ever even trying
For my talents are renowned far and wide
When it comes to making dresses whether day or night
I excel without ever even trying
With the slightest little effort of my corpselike charms
I have heard the women give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a creative mind
I have swept the very greatest off their feet
-Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary for no one cares much for me
And I, Mykan, the Dress making King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing.
I have heard the women give out a shriek
With the wave of my hand, and a creative mind
I have swept the very greatest off their feet
-Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary for no one cares much for me
And I, Mykan, the Dress making King
Have grown so tired of the same old thing.
* * *
As I climbed further up the mountain leading to my castle, Emily and Victor followed and discovered Victor was right.
I was feeling depressed.
* * *
-Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness continues to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known
-Oh, somewhere deep inside of these bones
An emptiness continues to grow
There's something out there, far from my home
A longing that I've never known
* * *
That was only part of my depression. The boredom of making dresses, I wasn't ready to reveal the other thing.
* * *
-I'm a master of delight, making dresses of white
And I'll surprise you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations
-But who here would ever understand
That the Dress making King with a Corpse-like grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
-I'm a master of delight, making dresses of white
And I'll surprise you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I'm Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France
And since I am dead, I can take off my head
To recite Shakespearean quotations
No animal nor man can scream like I can
With the fury of my recitations
-But who here would ever understand
That the Dress making King with a Corpse-like grin
Would tire of his crown, if they only understood
He'd give it all up if he only could
* * *
Suddenly, there was my castle, a little old, a little in need of repairs, but the only place I had to stay.
* * *
-Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears
-Oh, there's an empty place in my bones
That calls out for something unknown
The fame and praise come year after year
Does nothing for these empty tears
* * *
I walked through the front doors, and was gone from sight.
Emily held her chest in pity, “Mykan, I know how you feel!” she said to herself.
Victor now knew that I was bored with my work, but he still was not satisfied if that was really my whole problem.
He and Emily decided they needed to have a word with me. This behavior and treatment from the others was doing me no good.
I needed help… and only Emily knew how much I needed it.
* * *
Meanwhile, in the town below, everyone did take the time to notice that while I was at the wedding, something didn't seem right.
* * *
[CITIZENS]
-Something's up with Mykan
Something's up with Mykan
Don't know if we're ever going see him again
He's all alone up there
Locked away inside
Hardly says a word
At least he hasn't died
Something's up with Mykan
Something's up with Mykan
Something strange is buzzing in his skull
Will it let him be? We cannot tell
There are so many things we cannot grasp
When we think we've got it, and then at last
Through our bony fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip
Something's here we're not quite getting
Though we try, we keep forgetting
Like a memory long since past
Here in an instant, gone in a flash
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
In these little bric-a-brac
A secret's waiting to be cracked
The divine dresses he makes so
Confound it all, we love them though
Simple objects, nothing more
But something's hidden through a door
Though we do not have the key
Something's there we cannot see
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Hmm...
I've read some books so many times
I know the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the problems all by heart
Mykan's skull is so full, it's tearing us apart
As often as we've read them, something's wrong
So hard to put our bony fingers on
Or perhaps he's really not as deep
As we've been led to think
Is he working much too hard?
We've never been too close to see
The answer's right in front of we
Right in front of we
It's simple really, very clear
Like music drifting in the air
Invisible, but everywhere
Just because we cannot see it
Doesn't mean we can't believe it
You know, I think this troubling thing's
Not as tricky as Mykan seems
And why should he have all the fun?
It should belong to anyone
Not anyone, in fact, but we
Why, we could make good Mykan see
And there's no reason he can find
The happiness that there should be
We think he could improve it too
But what exactly should we do?
Something's up with Mykan
Don't know if we're ever going see him again
He's all alone up there
Locked away inside
Hardly says a word
At least he hasn't died
Something's up with Mykan
Something's up with Mykan
Something strange is buzzing in his skull
Will it let him be? We cannot tell
There are so many things we cannot grasp
When we think we've got it, and then at last
Through our bony fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip
Something's here we're not quite getting
Though we try, we keep forgetting
Like a memory long since past
Here in an instant, gone in a flash
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
In these little bric-a-brac
A secret's waiting to be cracked
The divine dresses he makes so
Confound it all, we love them though
Simple objects, nothing more
But something's hidden through a door
Though we do not have the key
Something's there we cannot see
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Hmm...
I've read some books so many times
I know the stories and I know the rhymes
I know the problems all by heart
Mykan's skull is so full, it's tearing us apart
As often as we've read them, something's wrong
So hard to put our bony fingers on
Or perhaps he's really not as deep
As we've been led to think
Is he working much too hard?
We've never been too close to see
The answer's right in front of we
Right in front of we
It's simple really, very clear
Like music drifting in the air
Invisible, but everywhere
Just because we cannot see it
Doesn't mean we can't believe it
You know, I think this troubling thing's
Not as tricky as Mykan seems
And why should he have all the fun?
It should belong to anyone
Not anyone, in fact, but we
Why, we could make good Mykan see
And there's no reason he can find
The happiness that there should be
We think he could improve it too
But what exactly should we do?