Uncle Samonsite Oneshots

Sleepover. 🔞

(Uncle Samsonite x reader)
(shorter story)
(sorry this took so long i've been unmotivated and busy!)
(uncle samsonite lowkey a creep!!!)
(ur friends are fake asf in this story!!)

"Tonight is sooo boring."  You said to your friends, sweeping your hair out of your face as you all watch some random murder documentary. They looked over at you, only one of them responding to your comment, "Literally.. we need to spice this sleepover up."  Olivia said, leaning on her hand, staring you down. You looked over at them. The T.V. changing brightness, causing the room to dim. "Do y'all have any ideas?" You raise your brow at them. Marie looks off to the side, flipping the curls out of her hair. "Y'know.. I think I have an idea." She snickers, looking over at Olivia with a grin. You had no clue what they were getting at, thinking they had some kind of inside joke that you weren't in on. They always made you feel left out. Even at this sleepover that you planned for them, that you're literally having at your house. They were always the duo in the trio I guess, but you always brushed it off. You honestly thought that your negative thoughts were just getting the best of you. You think for a second, finally responding to Maria, "Really? go on! tell me! there's no way we can just sit here the entire night just binge watching Youtube and eating a bunch of snacks." You said, hyping yourself up for what she had in store for you. She clacked her nails, her braces glistening from the light on the T.V. as she grinned at you.

"Have you heard of Uncle Samsonite?" Her grin got even wider, and she glanced at Olivia, both of them giggling while waiting for my response. I roll my eyes at their shenanigans, crossing my arms and giving them a, 'are you serious?' look. You mocked saying, "Of course I've heard of that.. you're so childish we're not doing some summoning game if that's what you're thinking! You both know good and well that stuff isn't real." Olivia scoffed, "Oh come on! Live a little.. It's just like those dumb Bloody Bloody Mary games we used to do as a kid." They pursued further, but you kept denying, "Nope. Not doing it." Maria kind of started to crack, her true colors starting to peek through a bit, "You can't be serious right now. If it isn't real then do it, don't be a pussy."

She shoved your shoulder a little as she said that. "Ok chill, if that'll make you stop bothering me, I'll do it. jeez.." You push her away, but you honestly wanted to hit her. "Alright.. so what do I do in order to summon this.. creature?"  You tilt your head, not sure what to call it exactly. Olivia moves her blonde bangs out of her  eyes so she can look directly at you, she says, "I know how to, but you have to be the one to say it." Your eyes widen, "You know how to summon this DEMON? You're weird Olivia." She rolls her eyes and sucks her teeth at your response, "Whatever, all you have to do is repeat the same phrase 'twerk'" You look around the room, and started to burst out into laughter. Both Maria and Olivia looked at you with a judgmental stare, and you realized she was being genuine. "Oh you're serious."  You immediately say as you stop laughing. You shuffle backwards, sitting in the middle of your bed.

The other girls stand up against the wall near the door, watching you do the ritual. Maria whispers to Olivia, "She's actually gonna do it.. what an idiot." They both giggle and continue watching you. You roll your shoulders, letting out a sigh, "Well here goes nothing." You look over at your friends, and they give you a thumbs up. You say slowly, like a chant, "Twerk.. twerk.. twerk...twerk, guys this is stupid." Maria scoffs, "Shut up! keep going." You cross your arms, and continue chanting it, then you feel your bed start to shake. Despite that, you still chant. Your friend's expressions change from smug to worried. "Woah, what's happening?" Olivia looks over as there appears to be some kind of eye-blinding portal opening in your room. Suddenly, you get thrown back into the wall, and your friends are ejected against the wall from the unknown force, "Fuck Olivia, we gotta go!" Maria said, grabbing Olivia, and they quickly open your bedroom door, dashing out of your house. You're now against the wall slouched over on your bed, your nose bleeding from the impact by that surge of energy. You looked up, dizzy from getting thrown against a wall. Despite your friends leaving you to die, you're not alone anymore.