Jeepers-Creepers: Miami-USA

A Story by Abishai100

A quartet of idealists working on video-games encounters a dark specter from Hell known as the Creeper, requiring 'incomplete-distances' to (bound) leviathan.

A fanfiction of the unusual (if excellent) horror-franchise Jeepers Creepers.

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AMLAN: Well, friends of Miami, this video-game project draws 'bread' for the Ego.

MARCUS: We've become special messengers of a Homeland 'agenda' for sporting-IQ!

EZZY: Excellence, for mystery-adventure in capitalism; Miami's the bread of chess.

DANICA: We'll make for social-media citizenry praise(s) in cyber-leviathans.

AMLAN: Without doubt(s).

Our affable quartet of Miami cyber-universe investors were 'chess-tying' special trophy-ideations of capitalism's cool-face in the mod-Homeland with their special electronic-age marketing 'bread' for a video-game examination(s) concerning 'incomplete-distances' to Western society/culture excellence, for a rather metaphysics drawn idea for (American) enterprise/networks/languages, but this brand of idealism for commerce/exchange was to be met with a new brand of evil, a hellish underworld 'avatar' visiting Earth every 23rd year of the new millennium(s), who was named Creeper. This strange zombie-like presence of wild unruly death-adder language, armed with a silver-battle axe, would cast our Homeland-quartet of idealists (Amlan/Marcus/Ezzy/Danica) into a death-spin, requiring them to abandon their once-ornament 'linked' commerce/cyber enterprise of (purely) patriotic imagery (for social media).

AMLAN: What the Hell is that thing?
MARCUS: Looks like a zombie with wild-white hair and a stylish hat, stranger eyes!

EZZY: What's it doing in this swamp-area outside Miami (late-night)?
DANICA: Maybe it's some 'fella' in costume stalking campers in a swamp for stories.

AMLAN: Hey, we came here to make 'toast' for our cyber-activity successes (all).

MARCUS: What should we treat this experience like, with only our flare-guns?

EZZY: Let's evaluate the 'art' of this matter later; just shoot with the flares (IQ).

DANICA: If we return to Miami, we'll cast this as a 'ghost-magic' memory of exile(s).

AMLAN: Leviathan (photo-synthesis).

Return they did, to society (Miami), where Amlan decided to recoil from the trauma-contact with the Creeper, whom they evaded with Amlan's swift-shot of flares right to his head, speeding-off in their Jeep energizer before Ezzy turned around to 'peep' at the (assumed) swamp-thing casualty, whose head was restoring to health (wow)! Amlan decided to devote his entire-life to his electronic age art-aesthetic of cyber-damsels fleeing from the Creeper's shiny-axe, yielding special 'ghost-magic' images of those 'eerie' incomplete-distances to (serious) field goals.