Anon: YUKI-KUUUUUN!
So my first A-Kon was last summer. My little sister had gone almost every year since I graduated, and I never had time to go since I worked every summer. Well, A-Kon happened to fall EXACTLY on the day that I had just gotten home from camp (I work at a Girl Scout camp during the summer, and I basically live there for about two months). My sister, T, runs into my room and goes “Hey, you wanna come to A-Kon?” and since I had basically just gotten home, I politely decline. She insists that I go, saying that she’s afraid of some creepy weeb coming up and weebing all over her lolita cosplay(she had the, in my opinion, cutest and best lolita cosplay I saw that day) , and I’m the closest thing she has to a body guard. Since she’s my little sister and I love her to death, and I could see no flaw in her logic, I agree, but tell her I have no cosplay to wear, since this was on short notice. She lends me her Vampire Knight Yuki cosplay, and surprisingly enough, it fits.
Now, when my sister got this cosplay, she was no bigger around than a toothpick. Since then, she gained some healthy weight, and she doesn’t worry me any more about her freezing when we go cold weather camping. Thing is, since she gained weight, I LOST weight, but gained it in muscle. She’s also got about two or three inches on me in height. I’m really not that tall, a staggering 5’4” weighing about 136 at the time. This is important.
Well, we head off to A-Kon, and I stick to T like gorilla glue. There were a mess of very polite cosplayers asking for her picture, hugs, the usual con thing saying “You look amazing!” And since I felt no threat to most of them, I let it go and keep my distance while they take pictures, etc. What my sister didn’t take into account was how many people out there would actually recognize my cosplay. When she got it, Vampire Knight was huge, and from what I can tell, it’s still huge.
Almost literally.
T and I are wandering about, minding our own business, making friends and reuniting with old ones, when from behind me I hear the high pitched, blood curdling, bone chilling squeal of “YUKI-KUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!!”
I freeze. T sees the expression of horror on my face. She turns around to see the origin of the squeal and says “You have two options. One: Take it like a man. Two: Teleport the fuck out of here. And seeing as you can’t teleport yet, I’d take it like a man” I turn around and see this defintion of hambeast in Vampire Knight Yuki cosplay grinning and hunkering down for the tackle.
Next thing I know I’m being swept up, spun around, and having the life squeezed out of me. My poor sister, being as aggressive as a mouse on narcotics, stands there and watches this happen in horror. Her big sister, the short but tough basically body guard, had exactly what she had been trying to avoid by bringing me along, happen to me instead.
After I was freed from my prison and allowed to stand again, T fakes getting a call from our parents and drags me away before I could say something really nasty to this hambeast Yuki. When I go to cons, I’m almost reluctant to let people touch me, but outside of them, you’d think I didn’t have a personal bubble. And this hambeast had basically violated my personal bubble. On top of that, I was dead tired from working out under 100+ degree weather, waking up early and going to bed late at night. Needless to say, I was one cranky ass camper.
Since then, we’ve made sure to bring some of our guy friends along for just those types of emergencies.
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