Cosplaying as B. Jenet in a Post-Apocalyptic Adventure

Cosplay Costume Fiction cosplay, cosplayer, cosplayers, egirls, fiction, short story JC Milan February 1, 2025 0 Comments

With the sun hanging low over the skeletal remains of what was once a bustling city, Morgan adjusted her sunglasses against the soft glow of the sky, which painted the ruins in hues of gold and amber. The remnants of iron and concrete, entwined with creeping vines, loomed around her like silent giants. She stood confidently beside a weathered metal barrel, her striking purple outfit hugging her form, a daring testament to her reckless spirit. The plunging neckline and high-slit skirt not only reflected her audacious personality but also celebrated the remnants of an era long past.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” a voice called out, breaking Morgan’s moment of posing heroically. Caleb, her best friend, stumbled into view, his mismatched costume resembling something out of a steampunk dream, complete with cogs and gears that barely spun in the warm breeze. His shaggy brown hair hung messily over one eye, the other wide with disbelief. “You really think that outfit is suitable for a post-apocalyptic cosplay event?”

“It’s ironic, Caleb,” Morgan replied, smirking as she adjusted the gold chain belt at her hips, the sunlight glinting off the surface. “Everything here screams chaos, but I decided to bring a little elegance to destruction. Like B. Jenet, you know? Glamorous pirates don’t need to walk through wreckage in rags.”

The soft whir of a drone buzzed overhead, announcing the arrival of the event’s official stream. Morgan took her place back in front of the camera, striking a new pose, her tattoos dancing along her arm, the ink swirling like ethereal smoke. “Also,” she whispered, her lips curling into a mischievous smile, “someone’s got to look good on screen.”

As the drone hummed away, she allowed herself a moment of nostalgia, the scattered memories of the world that once thrived here bubbling up to the surface. She remembered the sunlight filtering through vibrant green trees, laughter surrounding the playgrounds, and families sharing joy in the vibrant street markets. But all that lingered now was a haunting silence, broken only by the rustling of the wind through metal and glass.

“Hey, nerd,” Caleb interrupted, diving into her nostalgic reverie. “Stay focused. We still need to track down the lost items for the scavenger hunt.”

“Right,” Morgan said, snapping back to reality, serious determination flickering in her eyes. “What’s our next move?”

“I think the old library district is where we’ll find something,” he replied, glancing towards the crumbling skeleton of a building nearby, its tall windows gaping like empty eyes. “Probably some antiques we could use to impress the judges.”

After she collected her thoughts, Morgan entwined her fingers with Caleb’s, surprising him. “Lead the way, Captain Obvious.” Together, they navigated the labyrinth of debris, each step a merge of past and present.

The library district emerged before them, its once grand pillars now mere shadows of their former glory. As they approached, the setting sun created a haunting glow through shattered windows, illuminating fragments of paper and dust that shimmered like forgotten treasures. Caleb excitedly pointed towards a rusted door that seemed to lead into the heart of the building.

“Look!” he urged, his enthusiasm infectious, “That door. I bet it hides all sorts of bizarre finds.”

With a shared glance that seemed to pass between them unspoken fears and anticipation, they moved closer. Morgan drew in a breath, her heart racing with the thrill of potential discovery. Just as she reached out to push open the door, however, a low growl reverberated from within.

“What—?” Morgan muttered, gripping the edge of the door, a lingering instinct urging her to retreat. “Please tell me that’s not what I think it is.”

As if answering her silent question, a figure slinked out from the shadows—the remnants of a creature, its spindly limbs and glowing eyes revealing it to be a rogue synthesizer, malfunctioning after years of neglect. It lunged forward, its metallic claws glinting ominously in the waning light.

“Run!” Caleb shouted, instinctively pushing Morgan back into the sunlight.

Heart racing, she stumbled, now at a juncture of fear and adrenaline. “No way am I getting out of here without finding those antiques!”

She charged forward, her instincts igniting as she sidestepped the creature’s swipe, channeling B. Jenet’s fierce spirit. “You go find a way to distract it!”

Caleb hesitated, torn, but nodded, quickly darting to the side, his wild costume blending into the chaos as he searched for a makeshift weapon. Adrenaline surged through Morgan’s veins, her tattoos flashing in the fading light as she danced around the creature, drawing it deeper into the ruined library.

“Hey, bucket of bolts!” she yelled, gathering all the audacity of a swashbuckling pirate, “Why don’t you take a stab at me?!”

The creature hissed, its glowing eyes locking onto her, ready to pounce.

The Source…check out the article that inspired this amazing short story: The Allure of Cosplay: Channeling the Energy of B. Jenet in a Purple Daze