Regular Show Benson Costume Novels & Stories

He finally opened them and started talking. “Benson wasn’t in a lion form, he was in a third stage rhino form. I don’t understand it myself but there he was, skin coated in metal and fighting with such power I’ve never seen before.” “I have a thought, maybe you thought the same thing.” I stated, which if I was correct, I know Kyle well enough that he came to the same conclusion. “Benson’s real dad is Ronin.” “Exactly.” I confirmed. Chaze’s eyes widened with disbelief as he looked at both of us.

Betsy nodded, her face very serious. She reached down for the bottom of her sweatshirt. She pulled it off, revealing a light blue tee. Betsy took that off as well. I was reminded of the old kid's magician trick of revealing an endless rainbow of ribbons. How far down did all this go?

I thought to myself, trying to hide the laughter that was trying to show on my face. Ben, on the other hand, was wearing a black shirt and black trousers, although he had a gown on top of them to distinguish him from humans. He was so smart and handsome. His chiseled chest, broad shoulders, toned muscles, six packs, and an attractive, charming face made him the heartthrob of millions of girls in the human world. They just freaked out for him.

"Naah. You are about to show your face to the influential people of Texas as Rolph's pet, he must be properly represented else he will kill me. Don't worry. I will soon be back." "Okay." Lydia left. Over the months, Ben's relationship with the bodyguards at home had Improved and he was a pain in their arse but they tolerated him well seeing that Derrick liked the boy. After Lydia left, Ben checked his time and it was 7:49 pm. He took his bath and started making his face up. Soon, Lydia arrived and presented Ben with a Gucci see-through, skin color, net vest with a wide neckline like that of a woman's blouse that leaves the upper part of his chest bare, a deep blue three quarter slim short th

He barely acknowledged the two freakishly muscular males following me like baby ducklings after their mother. “What’s wrong, Benson?” I asked. “Your father’s best suit is at the dry cleaners. He plans on wearing it tonight, and I have no way of picking it up. My car is in the shop.” “Have Joe take you in the limo,” I suggested. “Alex won’t mind.” “He’s using the limo today, Miss,” Benson replied. “I could take you,” I offered. “I have time.” Benson sighed with relief. “That would be wonderful, Miss Wilson. Thank you.”

He wore red running shorts with a white stripe so short his thighs could blind someone, a cropped muscle tank that said Alpha of All Things Fabulous, and a rainbow-striped fanny pack strapped diagonally across his chest like he was going into combat with glitter and sass. To top it all off? Tube socks and Velcro sandals. Cheyenne sat up so fast she nearly dislocated something. “WHAT in the fresh hell are you wearing?!” Gunner growled under his breath, glaring at the portal behind him. “You look like you lost a bet and your dignity,” Cheyenne cackled, doubling over. Ben followed, wearing bright neon green short shorts, a salmon pink tank top that said #DadBodInProgress, and a neon orange fann

Anita asked playfully, and her mother shook her head, walking closer to her. "Don't tell me this is how the rest of the female workers dress," Mrs. Tonia said disappointedly as she stepped away from the door and approached Anita to adjust the neck collar properly. "Honestly, Mom, that's how they dress—oversized suits or gowns or loose tops with big skirts. No female is allowed to wear a tight or slim-fit outfit to work at the Benson Group. I have to go now, Mom; I’m already running late." "How about your lip gloss? Won't you apply any?" Glory reminded her.

He worked hard to calm his racing heart, which felt like it might leap out of his chest. Silence fell between them. Bonita’s eyes scanned Benjamin’s outfit—a neatly pressed short-sleeve formal shirt and jeans. Typically, Benjamin dressed casually at home in T-shirts and shorts or training pants. His current attire suggested he was planning to meet someone important or attend a prearranged event.

We just stood there, staring at each other. The sound of the heavy double doors clicking open instantly shattered the moment. I ripped my hand away from Alvin's arm and turned around, my expression instantly switching. Benson walked into the dining room, adjusting the cuffs of his expensive suit jacket. He looked perfectly refreshed and put-together. "Good morning, you two," Benson said smoothly, a smile on his face. "Good morning, Benson!" I greeted him back immediately, making my voice sound bright, cheerful. I even forced a warm smile onto my face, acting like I was genuinely happy to see him.

It's all sorts of nonsense. Someone clears their throat behind me, and I turn. Bessie approaches me on the edge. She's wearing a nosebleed boot, a net panty hose, and a green tee shirt underneath her black short dress. Her choker necklace matches the round shades over her eyes. She takes off her black hat and flaunts her red, flawless hair. "You clean up nice." I flash the ghost of a smile, wanting this done with. We are both wearing shades. She dressed like the usual mean Bessie for this meet. I wore a vintage wool long coat over a black turtleneck and pants. Yes, I always clean up nice.