Fred Krueger's Shadow

Fanfiction of the iconic Nightmare/Elm-St. series sees bad-apprentice (Mr. Amlan Satan) don the visage of an American psycho for dream's checkers.

Nightmare on Elm Street adaptation. 

DISCLAIMER: This work of media fanfiction offers no ties to the franchise of inspiration and all images/references used herein (e.g., Freddy Krueger) comprise a purely 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/interpretation/criticism).

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Amlan Satan liked his Slovak-Algerian Bostonian-Catholic status as a happy bus-driver at a high-school for regular-life before a post-route collision left him without his driver's hand and forced him to don a prosthetic device for gripping, driving him uneasily and awkwardly insane...and evil (Selfie-like).

JOURNAL: "Post-trauma psyche may be conduction for inner-weaving of the central emotion centers behind applications of risk/reward decision-making and even premonition 'consciousness' for the Ego...and it may be a Selfie-jar of things of limb/tool use vanities of a certain dark/foggy reckoning of self-awareness...and it can drive the individual to thoughts of aggrandized/idealized power or misfortune or stance."

Friends, Mr. Satan (Amlan!) went to the dark-side of the 'consciousness' post-trauma/tragedy and decided to cast his prosthetic hand experience as a form for evil's method(s) and became a masked serial bloody murderer, transforming his one sacred/beautiful white auto for focus into a hell-highway(s) machinery for hospitality of leviathan/doubt (damn). However, that's not even the full-story here for a nightmare on Amlan Satan's once-jellyfish Elm St. (Facebook-like!).

KRUEGER: Call me Fred.

SATAN: There's a hockey-star of same-surname as me ('Satan').

KRUEGER: I'm aware, you devil (ha).

SATAN: What's the draw to me for you, Freddy Krueger?

KRUEGER: You've seen the horror-films of my laurel, Satan?

SATAN: Yes, I like American cinema, but this is only dream-sleep nonsense.

KRUEGER: Wasn't Freddy Krueger a dream-warden, fool?

SATAN: What do you want?

KRUEGER: I'm the real Krueger, you devil.

SATAN: What's it to me (now), Fred?

KRUEGER: You're my sorcery-apprentice now, ha.

SATAN: What shall I do?

KRUEGER: You'll know, fool (Facebook-like).

Friends, moved by the conscious-guidance of Krueger, the actual/real/existing specter of dream-warden personage of darkness, Mr. Amlan Satan, our non-hero, decided to don an eerie clown/mime mask and personage and wielded his prosthetic hand-replacement 'weapon' as a completely-made devil of Elm. St., now extending his digits out into the vast landscape of the American Homeland (damn). He was the perfect sorcerer's apprentice for fiction (Facebook-like).

DIARY: "Seems to me that the move offered by Krueger in-dreams casts me as a special devil of bad-advocacy and with my bloody-murder count risen from the inception stage on Elm St. and expanded into varied towns/areas in the American Homeland, I consider myself the sorcerer's terrorist for perfect employment...and perhaps my victims shall compare me to Jason Todd, or the 'Red Hood' (himself!)."

Satan (Amlan) enjoyed a nice world-cuisine treat of soft/zesty (Indian) luchi-bread on Sunday's AM and thought deeply-now why his new persona as a dreamcatcher-destroyer cast him as a Freddy Krueger 'figurine' for what made conscious-darkness a bread/fruit for the Ego gone split (wow). Had be become the Devil himself or simply a low-brow 'Red Hood' (DC Comics) for shining? What do you think (for doubt)?

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)