Chapter #5Cosplaying by: Unknown The convention center… truly a baffling sight. There seemed be some sort of fandom convention going on during the cataclysm, and for whatever reason, the aliens have been keeping it going all week! It was one of the busiest places in town. Was it some sort of museum to the culture of the world they’ve conquered, perhaps? You don’t know, but you knew the queen seemed to be a big fan of the place. You saw her heading there all the time, and while it was busy, it wasn’t particularly well-guarded compared to the mothership. The convention center seemed like your best shot, all things considered. You sneak through the mostly empty hotel directly by the convention center, taking the elevator directly up to the roof. You’ve been planning this for a few days; from your scouting, it seemed like you could jump right from the roof of the hotel to the roof of the convention center. Although it would be difficult, almost any other path of entry would be impossible to get through unspotted.
The jump was daunting, and the consequences of falling would be lethal… but, by inches, you managed to make it to the other side. Now, you were standing on the roof of the convention center, trying to find your way in. Eventually, you manage to pry open a small hatch, and slip your way inside some sort of maintenance room. You navigate your way through the complicated maze of ladders and tunnels making up the maintenance routes through the center, until you finally heard a voice through the wall. “I don’t know how I’m going to control this crowd!” You freeze when you hear the booming voice of one of the anthros. In that moment, you realize you were hidden inside the walls of the convention center! “Half the gals here need a human man to complete their cosplays… but our entire supply of slaves got gulped down by the Queen! How do they expect me to find more on such short notice?” You leaned forward, peeking curiously through a hole in the wall as you watched the anthro. She was a relatively short mouse lady, speaking hurriedly on her phone. “Whole convention’s falling apart. If I can’t fix this mess, I’ll probably get eaten myself…”
You’d never seen an anthro this clearly before, and she was truly fascinating. You leaned further against the hole in the wall, trying to make out more details… until the wall suddenly gives way, and you collapse onto the floor in front of the mouse! She drops her phone in shock as a human just comes falling through the walls. “What the hell?” She gasps, nearly jumping out of her skin. You stand up, coughing, only to whimper when the mouse grabs you by the shoulder. “A-a rogue male? What are you doing here?” Just as she was about to start interrogating you, there was a knock on the door of her little office.
“Little mouse, little mouse… I’ve been waiting long enough. You better have a human ready for me!” A voice came from the other side. “Or else… you know where you’re going.”
The mouse’s eyes widened with fear. “O-of course! Right away!” She called nervously to the person on the other side of the door, before turning to you again, looking desperate. “Okay, I don’t know who you are, but listen. You need to head down to the costume room. Throw something on, I don’t care. Just keep that crowd happy!” She pointed down a hallway, shoving you towards it before she went back to her work, desperate to make sure the convention goes well. You were terrified, too, but for a different reason. What, exactly, was going on here? How were you supposed to ‘keep the crowd happy’? What exactly were they going to do to you? Despite your inhibitions, you had no choice but to head down the hallway into the costume room.
There were a few human-sized costumes draped all across the room, begging to be worn. You look over them, deciding you might as well do what she said and try one on. Maybe it’d increase your chances of making it out of here alive. Without thinking, you grab a costume and slip it on as fast as you can, already hearing somebody approaching down the hallway. You glanced at yourself in the mirror once it was on, realizing you were now dressed as...  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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