Uncle Ruckus Costume Novels & Stories

My mother was gone and he was using her memory to degrade me, but I swallowed the pain and nodded. “Yes, Uncle Ray,” I agreed. “I look like her and sound like her. You can pretend I’m her if you want. My body is here for you.” He pulled his fingers out and stepped back. He reached into the drawer and took out the clothes he had bought — tight blue jeans and a tiny red slutty top with thin straps and a very low neckline.

Zina's POV “Uncle, why are you looking like that?” I commented as I walked up to my uncle, who looked like he was just a wild animal because of how tattered, and bruised he looked. His clothes looked ruffled like he was rough handled, and also stained with blood, which I presumed was his. I don't even know whether I'm supposed to laugh or not, but whatever I was feeling at the moment I held it in because people were giving him a questioning gaze.

"Our giggling." "What the f uck", Risa mumbled silently to me. "I don't mean to disrespect but is your Uncle crazy?" I immediately covered up her mouth and pulled her beside me. "Are you having a death wish?" I whispered back to her. "Yes, he is crazy." Risa bit her lips, trying to suppress her laughter from him. "I can hear the whispering," Uncle Erick scolded and we snapped our heads to him, finding him still having his distant memories.

He added and they both walked out of the room and headed towards the living room. He saw his uncle who was wearing a grey tailored suit, his white hair was gelled backwards giving him a professional look. And right beside him was a young lady probably in her mid twenties, she had a long blue dress, that had a high slit by its side which stopped just slightly below her thigh, her brown hair shoulder length hair had patches of red in it. Her face was painted with full makeup making her look like a runway model. “Alexander”. His uncle said standing up as he saw Alexander walk into the living room.

It immediately seemed to calm her back down. “Mykhol, please? For me?” “We must appear subtle compared to her. Otherwise, it won’t work.” Mykhol watched his mother pout. She still seemed to be hung up over it. “I know, but…just a little finery won’t hurt-” Aunt Funda looked back at the gown as Uncle lifted his head from the ledger. He had brought his work with him so he wouldn’t be bored. “Oh ho- I wouldn’t think so. Not when everyone hears how much this all costs.” Uncle pushed up his glasses with a smirk to Mykhol.

She looked every bit the delicate, beloved orphan she pretended to be. “You know, I almost pity you,” she drawled, voice sweet as poisoned honey. She stepped inside and perched on the edge of my writing desk like she owned it. “Almost.” I kept my expression calm and neutral, even as old memories burned. In my past life, this kind of visit would have left me in tears. Not anymore. She traced lazy circles on the wooden desk. “You should have seen the gift Caspian brought me from the capital last month. Enchanted silk robes and jewelry from the Gilded District. Only the best for the new jewel of the house.”

They were really cool and never told my parents about how I behaved at their house. The theme was 90s night and to my surprise when I showed up Aunt Ella and I were both Brittany Spears in her school girl outfit. Right down to the same blonde wig. We laughed and embraced. The night started off with shots and Halloween movies playing in the background. Uncle Tim was dressed up as a guy from Bay watch. He was literally wearing only red shorts. Uncle Tim was older but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit he looked good. Sexy even.

There was no other word that could describe Uncle Sid but mysterious. He looked like a foreigner from West on his thirties, young and surprisingly good looking. But Eurie doubted his age because he was almost a childhood friend of his could-have-been-fifty-seven-year-old father. She was really curious on this man's soap that maybe was the reason of his anti-aging looks. Aside from that, Uncle Sid was the weirdest man Eurie had ever met to the point that it sometimes gave Eurie the creeps. Like his father, Uncle Sid was an entertainer – a children's party clown. "You'll let me borrow it?" Eurie asked excitedly. ‘I could save money for renting costume. Yes!’ she thought.

“Thank you, Max but I have to go. I need to prepare a good gift for your Mom.” “I need to go to work too. Uncle D is going to have my head for showing up late.” I take in the ugly suit he has on and cringe. The mustard yellow jacket with polka dot pants held his thighs like a vice and made him look like a circus clown. What an eyesore. “Drive me there while you're at it. I can't be bothered to take my car today.”

"Darling, let's go in. It doesn't hurt. Don't be sad, Darling!" The little fellow stretched out his little hand and stuffed it into Stella's palm. After he was done, he mumbled, "That stinky Uncle! I don't like Uncle RK anymore! Bad uncle! Bad uncle! He bullied me! He made Darling sad!" The little guy's face was full of resentment. As he spoke, he jumped into the air and kicked his short legs from time to time. He said, "If I see that bad uncle next time, I must not let go of him! I must protect Darling in the future!"