Billy Butcher Cosplay Novels & Stories

Woah, there's even a guy cosplaying as a butler. When I looked into the mirror, I had realized the situation I was in. This was the biggest joke that life had ever played on me. I remember having short yet curly black hair with black eyes like every other person in Asia but... The shiny yet straight silver hair that almost reached my waist along with the eyes that almost looked like emerald …? It wasn't my body...?! "My name? What is my name?" asked the girl as she placed her hands on her cheeks " 'Rubia Mary Albert Charleston' that is your name dear is everything all right? " Answered the woman

“You don't like this style of dress. Besides, it's just a dress, why are you stressed?” Bertha laughed. “I'm not stressed, sometimes I want to change my style, is that okay?” She was preparing without changing her expression and took the box and took it to the next room to hide it. Donald curiously flipped up the bottom of the dress. There was a pair of furry cat ears, a furry tail, a necklace with a bell, and... a pair of black leather socks. “Wow! Miss. Bertha, you want to cosplay?" Bertha's whole body stiffened, she was embarrassed.

He’s on his hands and knees, his men, all of them are cackling like the love of my life being fucked to death is a dramatic cosplay. BLYAD!!! I’d crave the flesh from their bones. They’ll beg for hell, but it won’t come. I’ll be their nemesis, drinking in their blood and tears, till they have none to shed. That’s what I’ll do to them for ruining my Bunny. Dakor will pay.

Nothing can touch me. Even the sight of the Three B’s – Beth, Becca, and Bailey, the bitchiest blonde bimbos in school (except for Bailey – she’s not so bad) doesn’t phase me. They’re in the crowd, to the left of the stage, glaring up at me. Beth is dressed up as Goldilocks, in one of those porno adult fancy dress costumes you can buy online with a stupid name like “Sexy Goldilocks XXXX”, her platinum hair braided and beribboned.

"Okay. I'll say it tomorrow anyways..." Wednesday, the day after was cute. I dressed as Pocahontas. I know. I know.. but she's my favorite Disney character ever. When I asked Ogi what was is costume he answered... "Jacob Black from twilight... I got the hair down and this coat is similar to his." I laugh so hard. It was like him but with his hair loose. What? No effort! Cole Cook was dressed as Thor. A slimmer Thor. Hunter was hilarious as Joker and Britney as Harley Quinn. Cliché but okay...

I run to the door and fling it open. The moment I see him, the world stops. A sharp breath punches from my lungs, my hands flying to cover my mouth as my eyes blur with tears. Billy. I drink him in, my chest tightening painfully. He looks… He stands there, wearing a neatly pressed forest green button-down shirt, tucked into dark wash jeans. His hair is combed, trimmed. His beard—neatly groomed. But beneath the polished appearance, the changes are impossible to ignore. The once-powerful warrior—the Gamma Head Warrior—is really gone.

I put him down and captured his pose using my phone’s camera. He stuck out his tongue. “I want to see my friends' costumes.” He said and reached for my hand. I let him pull me out of his room. We bumped into Carlo and his dog. He’s dressed up as Batman. His dog has a black bow tie and a red cape. “The magicians are here!” Carlo looked very excited. “Nanny Jean please take a picture of us.” I handed my phone to Calvin’s Nanny. “Okay. Smile guys.” Nanny Jean said and took some shots of us.

“Make her hate Rey. Make her love me. That’s all I—” “Looks like it’s done. I was worried there for a second.” “Me too… whew!” “Nice work, Sir Billy.” Billy was congratulated by the men who had played their roles perfectly as customers in the shop. Thanks to them, Alicia didn’t suspect a thing. “It was nothing…” Billy grinned, noticing that each man was still holding his jug of juice. “Let’s celebrate!” one of them shouted, downing the contents of his massive cup in one go.

In came the very man I was doing my damnest not to fantasize about. Mr Blackwood was wearing a black t-shirt that stretched against his taunt chest, and combat pants. He looked absolutely dashing… He was good enough to eat. “Did the pizza come?” Billy turned around before I could stop him. I let out a small groan of dismay. How could I be so obvious? “Oh, Mr Blackwood, here for pizza?” He greeted him cheerfully.

Despite the storm of questions taking up all the space in my head, I drifted into comforting, numbing darkness. ......................................................................................................................................... Billy was in my dream. In my mind’s eye, he was younger than I’d ever seen him. Young and strong, and dressed to the nines. It had to be a dream because I’d certainly never seen my godfather that way. As long as I’d known him, he’d been a bent and tired old man, with silver hair and beard. In my dream, he was tall and broad, with a strict carriage that spoke of a military upbringing. His hair was blonde, flowing in a long cascade over his shoulde