TeaLovinGeek
Cosplay had to be one of the greatest hobbies a geek could possess. To play a part of someone entirely different, to have strangers stop and gape at your work. It was a huge part of Comic Con.
But that's all it was. Pretend. You couldn't shoot lasers from your hands, or use the Force, or even keep the paint from peeling off your face at times. Well, that was usually the case.
First came the smell. Rancid and rich. Next, a few people began acting strangely, but that was normal for a bunch of over-excited nerds. But no one was supposed to attack someone, not really. Fights were gentle, or practiced so much no one could get hit with a weapon. Even if someone did get hit, it shouldn't draw blood. Everything was made of plastic and styrofoam.
But there was blood. And a very not-plastic sword drew it.
People cosplaying villains suddenly truly were villains. They sought their victims like predators, their goals beyond in-character. Cruella wanted puppies. Harley Quinn desired blood. Megatron crushed everything in his way.
And Halley's Klingon makeup somehow melded into a part of her face.