Inflatable Grimace Costume Novels & Stories

“Show off, jerk.” Just then a rogue puck shot off the ice and slammed into the barrier right in front of me. I jolted, slipped on the foam feet of the costume, and hit the floor like a sack of potatoes. The oversized mascot head twisted sideways, and I heard a familiar, tragic sound of plastic crunching. Worse—my glasses fucking flew off. I scrambled in the oversized suit, blind and half suffocating, patting the ground in panic. Great. Freaking great. Just what I needed right now. Die blind and humiliated in an eagle costume while Kian effing Maddox racked up another goal and the world applauded.

Gunner struts around the yard, restricted by the leash. Gracie chooses her ensemble for the day. Western boots, tan khaki shorts, with a brown leather belt. The belt has sunflowers carved onto it, and the buckle is silver with floral accents. The boots are brown with a pink heart and white wings design on them. The top she has chosen is light blue, form fitting, no straps, embodying a blue lacey overlay, falling just below her waist covering her toned abs. She grabs her western sun hat with seashells wrapped around the band. Gunner cooperatively moves into his crate.

I look like Death had a gym membership and questionable taste in nightlife. “Grimm!” Sean shouts — the same skeleton, tall and lean and smugly blond, like the universe copy-pasted my outfit and tweaked the settings. His cloak is Monster green. Mine is black. Apparently, even the afterlife has branding. On his arm — a girl dressed as a green alien. His plus-one. I didn’t bring one cause mine was already invited. Which feels ironic, considering how alone I suddenly am. “Mark’s about to start announcements,” Sean continues.

Grace asked her voice held some distain. I sighed inwardly poor Monica, she’s always timid around Grace, and Grace derives pleasure in teasing her, poor thing, I nudged Grace with my elbow, hoping she understands that she’s scaring the poor woman, “they are looking at us weirdly” Monica smiled sheepishly. “oh is that so?” Grace asked rolling her eyes,” relax they are merely sizing my asserts up,” she said and twirl around for Monica and I to see her dusty pink dress, it’s an off the shoulder dress that hugs her top and waistline and becomes flowy in the bottom, it reaches just above her knees.

"And you still want to flirt with my friend? Haven't taken a good look at yourself?" "If you don't have a mirror at home, I can donate some money so you can buy one." "Face like an ugly toad, and you still think you can act cool. Ugh, I've got goosebumps just looking at you." The incident earlier had left Grace both shaken and worried. So now, with the danger passed, she had more than enough energy to hurl an entire barrage of insults. Leaning slightly, she added, "And another thing, how dare that tacky yellow motor even show itself outside? The design's so ugly, if someone gave it to me, I'd curse them out for dumping trash in front of me."

Boston’s voice sounded strangled. “Surprise!” Pam clapped her hands together and raced behind the bar to another box that had been there when we arrived. “I already ordered it, complete with a black polo to match all of us of course, and the cutest snout you’ve ever seen.” Boston looked at me, terror stamped across his features. I scrunched up my face and shrugged, hoping for the best. A little piggy might be kind of cute. Pam came back around the bar, holding up a fluffy pink pig costume with the scariest head I’d ever seen. It was the stuff of horror flicks. The curly little tail on the backside was cute though.

“Hey! Zi! Sto- hahahaha -op hahahaha! I’m warning yo- hahahaha. Pleassseee hahahaha. Okaayyy hahahaha okay! Okay! Hahahaha” “That’s not fair! You know that’s my weakness,” Gray said, pissed, but she eventually sat up. “Okay, I’m up. What do you want from me, you little-old-human?” Zia smiled from ear to ear while she grabbed Gray's pajama. *** “Seriously? You want me to dress like this?No! No no no. Definitely no!” For the first time ever, Gray was wearing a gown. It has puffy pink sleeves with white ruffled edges, and it’s bottom was white, with more ruffled edges.

Next to the door stood an old vanity with a light bulb framed mirror. The top of the vanity was covered with containers of grease paint, cotton balls, sponges and brushes, and some plastic jars of pinkish goo labeled mortician’s wax. Tucked into the mirror frame were a handful of square Polaroid pictures. All of them were James from the shoulders up and each in some variation of theatrical makeup. In one, his full face was painted to look like a grinning skull. One had him completely covered in rotting bandages with moldering flesh poking through. In another he was covered in blood and looked like his throat had been slit from ear to ear. They were all pretty convincing.

Half way sticking it out and a sexier pose. “That is quite the shirt.” I had to hide a laugh when I looked at Alec. He was wearing a silk brown shirt with orange and pink flowers. The flare velvet pants really finished off the costume. Ice had put rhinestones all over her stomach. I was afraid to ask how long that took someone to do all that. More so, how long it will take to get all them off. “Kiss my ass.” Alec grumbled. “Come on! Emmy is over here!” Ice grabbed Penny and they left us to our own devices.

Even for him. That might change. I knew that, too. But that was something that lurked in the thick and cloaking fog of my future, so I forced it back there, where it belonged. “You look like shit,” Grace said, grinning at me. “And you just look like yourself. I thought you were coming as Sandy?” I gestured down at my fake leather jacket, at my sleeveless black top, and at my tight black trousers. “I have.”