Xmas: Gremlins!

The Satan-family adopts a 'Gremlin' and endures an Xmas (Boston) snow-lore of Earth's 'discreet' proportion(s).

A 'cool' fanfiction of the very iconic American mysticism-adventure film Gremlins (Joe Dante). Enjoy (and Happy Halloween!), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of genre/movie fanfiction makes no claim to any formal/official ties or representation of the producer/director/actors of the cinema/industry and is only cast as a private/social presentation of artistic/original direction. 

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On the challenging planet of Earth lived a prince named Amlan Satan, alongside his fiancee Esmerelda and their adopted daughter Tina, and they lived in colorful Boston (New England) and thought about lots of art as Satan made magic-themed comics-artworks for the Western cyber-fanzine Dartmouth.

SATAN (Amlan): Living in New England (Boston) is great, but what gives it that 'extra-credit' magic is the snow of Xmastime.

EZZY: We're making a special holiday-season art-comics series (Dartmouth) for re-presentations of Boston's capital-IQ (ha).

Ezzy, a lovely young woman from the Mediterranean, met Amlan Satan at the Ivy-League (college!) in North America and fell in love and began to share his passion for Catholicism and comics-arts and contributed to the fanzine alongside Amlan for magazine-culture ideations of 'ornamental' diaries (wow).

TINA (Daughter): This shall be the most perfect Christmas for snow, toys, arts, and Boston fun (for all kids!).

Well, this adventure takes a rather 'nasty' and dark/sinister tone, friends. You see, Amlan Satan and Ezzy (Esmerelda) and Tina were at a Chinese-dive in Boston when the strangely mystical manager approached Amlan with a 'mystical' offer to care for and adopt a mysterious creature called a Gremlin and hoped Amlan would post/write about the magical 'being' of tiny size for Dartmouth/fanzines.

AMLAN SATAN: Alright, goodly/mysterious sir of this 'fine' Chinese-eatery; I'll do it; I'll care for your Gremlin-buddy (for art!).

They named the Gremlin 'Cael' and promised to care for him/it. The Chinese 'sage' warned the Satan-bunch not to feed the miniature 'being' after midnight, but Amlan carelessly gave him some strawberries after 1am the very-first night he/it was their newfound guest/pet/friend.

AMLAN: He seems to really love those juicy-red (fresh) strawberries.

'CAEL': Yum...yum!

EZZY: You certain darling the creature can take even those small strawberries (it's past 1am)?

Ezzy was correct. Cael-the-Gremlin 'mutated' into a dangerous hideous cannibalistic monstrosity or 'leviathan' named Spike and sneaked out of the Satan-group's Boston (New England) residence and began making TV-headlines (cop-tales of Hell) as an anarchist in the snowy-streets that fateful Xmas-season on Planet Earth (hmm).

TINA: Daddy...what're we going to do (now)?
AMLAN: No fear(s), sweets; I'll get this water-gun and drench 'Spike' and return him to chemical humility.

EZZY: Let's hope this alternative-plan of yours work, Mr. Satan.

AMLAN: It'll work...I'm certain those Gremlin-beings can't take water (as they're sensitive to extreme harmless hydration).

ESQUIRE: So you triumphantly restored 'Spike' the Hellraiser back to his/its 'Gremlin' body, Mr. Satan?
AMLAN: Yeah...it'd become a special miracle for the ages, and yeah, it was all done with water-gun ingenuity (hmm).

ESQUIRE: Cool...so how'd you celebrate this 'achievement' at home (afterwards)?
AMLAN: Ezzy kissed me; Tina sang; one week later, I made some 'fantastic' stew-in-pumpkin(s).

ESQUIRE: That's human!

The irony of this tale, which ended in the Satan-bunch returning the 'Gremlin' back to the Chinese-sage at the eatery who congratulated them for (ultimately!) saving-the-day, is that it inspired some pretty great cyber-fanzine (Dartmouth!) comics-art(s) for metaphysics expositions on the 'quality' of modern/inventive 'alien' diaries (ha).

TINA: Boston is so great for Christmas (yeah).

EZZY: I got you this amazing copper-tin chess-set, darling.

AMLAN: Thanks, babe; we shall remember that creature-fantasy with some 'cooler' chess-deed(s).

The point of this 'elegant' (if 'dark') faerie-tale set in New England (Boston) is that all Earthlings care for the 'nature' of life and magic, but they must care for their own/social 'ideations' of the qualities of darkness and the unpredictability of the oddness of science(s)...lest they become 'casualties' of the war(s) waged against alienation...and divinity!

THE END

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