(This takes place during a summer convention I attended, dressed as an extremely creepy character from a very popular anime. My character in particular is an Undertaker and is known by that title by most people, often scaring the daylights out of his customers. I’m with a few other characters from the same show who asked me to walk with them in a theme group. We stopped at a restaurant to grab a snack before the convention started and are waiting at the counter. Several other cosplayers are in the building along with a few ‘normals’ who are noticeably weirded out. One of my new friends is dressed as a little girl from the show, but has a generous natural physique that unfortunately, is attracting some unwanted attention from a couple of teenage boys standing in front of us) Boy 1: Did you get a look at this? That b**** is smoking (Yes, they really just said that) Boy 2: How’d you think she fit that dress on?
(Both boys start making obscene gestures toward my friend who by this point, is red in the face and shaking in humiliation. To our horror and amazement, one of the boys reaches out and yanks her wig off, causing all her tightly pinned, long hair to come falling out after almost twenty minutes of painstakingly pinning it up. She yells angrily) “Friend 1: Hey, give that back! That took me forever to put on right! Don’t hold it like that; you’ll ruin it!
(Boy 1 holds it out of her grasp as they both laugh while she reaches up for it) Boy 2: You actually looked better with it on!
(By this time, we’ve had it. One of the others, dressed as the main character from the show, and who also happens to be fairly tall, stalks over and, perfectly in character, yanks a plastic knife that is part of his costume out of his pocket) Friend 2: Dear me, it seems you have no idea how to properly treat a lady, good sirs.
Boy 2: Great, so another geek is gonna start squawking at me.
Me: (practically chomping at the bit as I’ve been dying to start getting into character) Hihihi, if you’d like, I can help you solve that problem. Let me take good care of you and you’ll never be bothered again (I believe I was having too much fun as I literally got up in the guy’s face, poking his face with my long fake nails. It should be noted that while I’m female wearing a male costume, the resulting image is rather androgynous. Because of this, the guy instantly recoils) Boy 1: Get out of my face you freak!
Boy 2: (yells at knife-wielding friend and shoves him back) Back off you weirdo! Mind your own f****** business!
(Around this time, we hear a shrill shriek from the back of the restaurant and see yet another common character from the show, a man with very long red hair and glasses, wielding a prop chainsaw that actually makes revving noises. He stands up, cackling fiercely and charges forward)
Grell: How dare you lay your grubby hands on MY Bassy!!!
(both boys are badly startled by this and take off out the door with the zealous cosplayer right on their heels, fake chainsaw snarling the whole way. He returns a few minutes later, chuckling and approaches our group)
Grell: Hey, can I join you guys? That was fun!
(This whole thing got an applaud from all the other costumed people in the restaurant, and we got another member to add to our group. Even funnier, the guy with the chainsaw actually turned out to be a pretty decent fellow and is now engaged to the girl in our group that he helped save. Talk about an original first meeting)