Gremlins: Echelon*

A Story by Abishai100

Fanfiction of the 1984 Joe Dante mod-classic about 'inventive' superstition yielding 'fantastic' adventures of Homeland books.

A 'bright' pre-2024 fanfiction-adaptation of Gremlins (Joe Dante).

DISCLAIMER: This work of fanfiction offers no ties to the referenced film/franchise and is purely a 'personal' expression of creative language-arts (for 'open' arts).

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Amlan Satan was living with his girlfriend Esmerelda in a Homeland-Jersey town (prototype-suburbia) called Echelon, near a fashionable shopping-mall, where he worked part-time as a video-game clerk and liked sharing with his lady-friend special 'world-exchange symbolic' (Indian) luchi-bread thanksgiving-diner plate chat(s).

AMLAN: I got this really interesting gift from the Chinese-place (food-court)!

ESMERELDA: A creature, Amlan Satan?

AMLAN: It's a 'mogwai' and according to Chinese-myth a messenger of intrigue.

ESMERELDA: It's quite cute...but is there any caution attached to your friend?

AMLAN: I named it Gizmo (it loves video-games); I'm not to feed it post-12am.

ESMERELDA: What'll happen if you do, Amlan Satan?
AMLAN: I guess it'll 'mutate' into leviathan (a demon); bad Facebook-home chat!

ESMERELDA: That's not a great Xmas-joke, Amlan Satan; we're sharing this home.

AMLAN: Relax, Ezzy; we can make harmless Facebook-suburbia likes (Echelon).

Amlan, an affable man and video-game 'nut' in America, had found his new-life friend, Gizmo, quite the extra credit expression of Homeland-Jersey live residential charm(s) in Echelon, but 'Ezzy' (Esmerelda) feared the caution-attached to this Chinese 'mogwai (to never ever feed it past midnight) was a harbinger-message of bad doom. However, Amlan had to maintain this 'alien' superstition that he simply sought to make harmless social-media likes/comments about the mogwai loving video-games (wow).

EZZY: You fed it after midnight, Amlan Satan?
AMLAN: It was a mistake, I know; but I thought it was 11:45pm (exactly!).

EZZY: Your digital-clock froze, no?
AMLAN: Correct-o; freakish incidence of unpredictability.

EZZY: Amlan Satan, I think we're in for some 'odd' Facebook-pokes/warnings.

AMLAN: Shoot (for your girlfriends, eh?).

Well, Amlan and Esmerelda had much to brood about in their (shared) Homeland of lifestyle-superstition(s) and living 'Invasion' paranoia for antiterrorism comforts/conversations, which is why (perhaps) Amlan found Gizmo (the Chinese 'mogwai' creature) so indelibly reflective of his (American) optimism for charm(s), and Ezzy now feared feeding the new-friend past-12am was going to deliver a new dark-skies smoke of Earthling-dreads.

AMLAN: The mogwai multiplied, and its multiples mutated into trolls, Ezzy!

ESMERELDA: Where are these (multiplied) trolls, Amlan Satan (goodness)?
AMLAN: They scurried into the shopping-mall; I'd chased them there, Ezzy.

ESMERELDA: Geez, we've got to keep this secret and pursue our own crusade-IQ.

AMLAN: These troll-mutations have this 'dread' for acid, Esmerelda.

ESMERELDA: How's that?
AMLAN: One of the troll-multiples/mutants tipped over my chem-set and yelled.

ESMERELDA: Maybe it's got 'green' blood' fearing some eco-corrosion?

AMLAN: Maybe the mogwai-troll 'variant' somehow 'dreads' contact/friction!

ESMERELDA: Let's load your toy water-rifle with acid; we'll melt the leviathan.

AMLAN: I can't think of any other miracle (good).

Well, what an Xmas 'misadventure' this became for Amlan and Ezzy, and their new-friend, Gizmo, the unmutated affable/friendly singing Chinese-creature gifted to Amlan inside the Homeland-Jersey shopping complex, was alongside the affable pair for their tracking of these horrendous troll-mutation multiples of Gizmo, and Amlan had his handy-dandy 'acid-gun' when he spotted them near the mall that holiday-season, singing ('mischievously'), "Deck the Town-Halls with balls of fury...ha ha ha ha ha, ha ha ha ha!"

EZZY: I knew this would become into a Devil's social-media joke (bad).

Well, the miracle worked, and Amlan and Esmerelda 'exorcised' the troll-multiples/mutants at the shopping-complex where they sneaked into to invent forms of Homeland 'terrorism' in the water-fountain, with bad acid warfare, but Amlan was only mildly burned in one of his shooting-fingers (left-hand only!).

AMLAN: Thank goodness for Gizmo, I'm right-handed.

We find Amlan and Ezzy three year later, happily-married and having spun this zany adventure into a media-friendly cartoon-comic tale right out of the annals of inventive Homeland/Western superstition-lore about 'alien-invasion' paranoia and the temperance of suburbia/lifestyle caution-consciousness, perhaps reflective of an Earthling-treasure imagery concerning those (incomplete) distances to 'leviathan' collection(s).

AMLAN: Boy, this mall is so much more beautiful, with the exile of those trolls.

EZZY: Gizmo is back (safely) with that Chinese-eatery merchant's sage-uncle?

AMLAN: Correct-o; we're back to Xmas-sanity for 'Echelon' medicine, darling.

EZZY: Maybe those trolls were like minions of Hell, you know?
AMLAN: Who cares...if we're now simply enjoying consumerism bread?

Amlan now recounted his days in the college-campus of his alma-mater, at his hospitality-friendly social-house ('The Gate') where he (arguably) had (American) 'premonitions' of the quality of superstitions and 'alien' invasion paranoia driving our Earthling-image/fantasy of wrought heroics in conditions of (undoubted) suburbia-youthfulness (for bureaucracy-readings!).