Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Corpse Bride (Tim Burton does) I do, however, own the plot/story/OCs

This is my first fanfic, and I hope you like it. :3

Summer. For most, it meant no school, and more freedom. For others, it meant months of being bored, with nothing to do.

Dominique happened to fall into the second category.

It had been only a week after school had let out, and already she had run out of things to do. It was too hot to be outside, her friends were on vacation, and she wasn't leaving for camp until July. What was she to do?

She sighed, flipping a stray strand of her hair behind her ear and adjusting her glasses. Unlike most people, she didn't wear her glasses most of the time, unless she needed to. To avoid losing them, she kept them on top of her head.

Her parents had left for their movie about ten minutes ago. She glanced at the clock. It would be about an hour-and-a-half before they came back. Dang… What should I do? She frowned. I guess I could watch a movie…

Reluctantly, she got up and wandered over to where the movies were. A sign proclaimed, "Domino's Videos and DVDs. Please ask before borrowing, or risk injury." She smiled. Domino was her nickname, given to her by a classmate when she was younger. She looked through the selection, but couldn't make up her mind. Closing her eyes, she ran her hand along the shelf for a few seconds, and then opened her eyes.

"Corpse Bride," she mumbled. "Huh. Haven't watched that in a while. Eh, I guess so." Popping it into the DVD player, she sat down on the couch, sighing and sinking into it.

Wait a second…the couch wasn't comfortable enough to sink into. She frowned, and then realized something: she was sinking into it. Literally. In two minutes, she was halfway gone. What do I do? She was stuck, and now her legs were pressing into her chest. Oh god… She couldn't breath; the pressure was too great. She gasped for air, trying not to pass out. Unfortunately, gravity won, and the teen was sucked under, unconscious.

Meanwhile, downstairs in the Land of the Dead, it was like any other day. Corpses and skeletons were mingling and chatting with each other. Some couples were dancing to a jazzy song, while others were sitting at the bar, chatting idly.

A large crack made most of the people look up. "Probably needs repairs," a skeleton with a mug of liquor muttered. Crack. The ceiling now had a large bump with cracks in it in the middle, and looked like it was about break. People who were under the bump were backing away from it as quickly as possible.

And they didn't do that too soon, either. With a final crack, the bump finally collapsed, and the girl fell onto the floor, still unconscious. A little boy in a sailor suit ran through the crowd and poked her arm with his bony finger. "She's still soft!" he said excitedly, continuing to poke her.

Curious, the corpses and skeletons ventured closer. "By God, you're right!" a skeleton with a mustache exclaimed. "If she's a breather," a little girl with a pink dress asked skeptically, "how come she's not moving?"

Mrs. Plum shoved her way through the crowd. "Coming through!" she yelled, pushing aside people who were in her way. "She's coming to, can't you see?"

Indeed, she was. Domino began to stir, mumbling incoherent phrases. Tenderly, Mrs. Plum scooped her up in her arms and carried her away from the crowd. "Poor child," she murmured, carrying her away, "What happened to you?"

To her surprise, the girl responded. "Couch…" she mumbled. "Couldn't…breath…" were her last words before she fell asleep.

Mrs. Plum shook her head, and continued to carry her until they were in a small room. Gently, she laid her on the bed, covered her up with a few tattered blankets, then quietly shut the door behind her.

Good? Bad? Moo? Reveiw, please. :3 Constructive critism is welcomed; flames will be ignored/laughed at.