Scooby Doo Cosplay Velma Novels & Stories

Then Velma snorted with a devious smirk as she drove herself inside the property. She approached the kid, showing her charming practiced smile. "Hi, munchkin! Still, remember me?" Heather was startled by her sudden intrusion, making the kid drop her barbie doll off the ground. Velma instantly grabbed it before the kid could even get it. She had to fake it 'til she'd make it through their hearts. "Here you go, baby girl," she demurely handed her the toy. "Why are you here, Aunt Velma?" Heather stared at her quizzically; wondering why she unexpectedly showed up.

I smiled a little, my eyes dropping to the options once more. If only there was some kind of charm to ward off Tyler Sinclair. I’d have dressed as a shaman. “I guess Velma.” “Yes!” she silently rejoiced. “I was scared you were going to choose Te Fiti. I’d have given up.” Honestly, I almost wished I had. By the end of our preparation, I was dressed in Velma’s orange turtle neck that nearly covered her knee-length skirt, her orange socks and even red shoes. And Maeve had even gone the extra mile to get me a bob wig and oversized glasses.

I was curled up on my couch, wearing a new set of pajamas, trying and failing to be okay with a demon in my apartment. I was wearing a ratty t-shirt with a peeling Scooby-Doo on the front and a pair of fleece bottoms that had gingerbread men running around on them. Cup of hot chocolate in my favorite mug—a simple black cup that said "Blow Me…I'm Hot"—clutched in my palms. My hair curled up into a haphazard bun, that was neither fashionable nor flattering, but very convenient.