Uncle Samonsite Oneshots

Deception. 🔞

(If you watched the Uncle Samsonite series, this will make a lot more sense, but you can still comprehend it if you didn't watch the series!)
(slow burn(?))
(Uncle Samsonite x reader)
(CW: Uncle Samsonite is a DICK.)
(Requested by @CertifiedSimpdiliydl)

Lately, you have been having awful nightmares. It was very specific, and it was the same nightmare every damn night. The nightmare took place in a wasteland, or to better describe it, a desert. You can't remember it majority of the time after you wake up.. but every time you wake up, you wake in a cold sweat. Always gripping your chest and panting from fear. There had to be some kind of explanation.. maybe some kind of urban legend, a myth even? What if something or.. someone. was interfering with your dreams? You weren't exactly sure and maybe you were just on a crazy ramble trying to find an explanation for your lack of sleep for the past couple of days now. Well, you won't figure out just lying in bed. You swiftly take the covers off of you, the crisp, cold air from your room hitting your body. You know you had a pile of books lying around somewhere, a pile of books relating to conspiracies and paranormal stuff and things of that nature.  You peek underneath your bed with a flashlight, seeing the books tucked away. "Aha. found ya.." You reached out for the books, flashlight in hand, pulling them out from under the bed. You skimmed through them, fairy tales, theories, and then finally you found it. Urban legends, you wonder if anything in this book could help you find what you are looking for. You flip the book open, skipping to the end spotting the index. Looking for key words like "desert" and "dreams" then your eyes darted towards something that caught your eye. "dreams" was on a singular page. You quickly flip to that page number, wanting to desperately find an answer to your reoccurring dream.

You look down at the page in confusion, squinting your eyes on the picture that was illustrated in the book. "Uncle Samsonite.." You read as you looked at the title of the so-called urban legend. Reading about his backstory is what really set off a spark inside your head though. It stated that long ago he was summoned and someone tried to defeat him once and for all. They did not succeed, leading to Uncle Samsonite to continue his reign of terror. It was all starting to click. This strange unexplainable dream you were having was actually this creature's past. Does that mean.. It's after me? You scratch your head and you feel your stomach start to sink. Well that's not good, that's not good at all. So instead of just sitting around and waiting for him to show up, you should definitely prepare. You smile to yourself, kind of excited since you've just been doing nothing for the past couple of days. Though, you weren't aware of the power he held. Even though his weakness is off-brand sodas. This was stupid, and you didn't really know what you were getting yourself into. Was this even real, or is this just a huge coincidence? Either way though, it doesn't hurt to get ready, if he does show up.. or even actually exists. You walk to your kitchen and grab some "Mountain Lighting", you giggle to yourself as you pick it up, like it was all just some kind of make-believe. You walk back to your room, soda in hand and take a sip before placing it back down on your desk side. You sat back down on your bed and stretch, yawning.

You're starting to feel tired again. That is until you felt something grab your ankle from underneath the bed. You let out a piercing shriek, and grab your off-brand soda from your desk side, crawling to the farthest side of your bed, soda in hand. You see someone's hand reach out from underneath your bed, gripping the edge of your bed. Well, the denial of him being real was not a good idea. You didn't even prepare yourself that well. But here you are, soda in hand. You grip onto your chest, feeling and hearing your heart pumping. Adrenaline coursed through your veins as you watched him in anticipation, waiting for his next move. You watch as his hands go back underneath the bed. You know for a fact he wasn't there beforehand, I mean, you just looked under your bed with a flashlight. So does that mean he's gone yet again? Although as you tried to reassure yourself of his departure, you watch as he grips the bed again. You hold the soda in your hand so tightly to the point the plastic popped out of place from your grip. You bit the inside of your mouth and grinded your teeth from anxiousness, and just watched. You read the part where it says he eats people's souls and even possesses them, so you had to keep out a keen eye. You watch as his grip on the top of your bed tightens, and he starts to lift himself from up underneath your bed. He looks down at you, glaring at what you were holding. Your breath hitches, your voice getting caught in your throat, and your movement stopping completely, your eyes glued to him.