Cheerleader: Nightmare Warrior Reduction

Psychotic buries a time-capsule 'tell' of a cheerleader-stalking in the 21st-Century; and it's discovered in 2090 for archaeology-things of (simple) story.

A sports world/stalker fiction for your 1st-Friday of '26. Thanks for reading (stay safe/warm), 

DISCLAIMER: This work of creative fiction contains images/references with no ties to any representative person(s)/body and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' views/translations).

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"I didn't know what to think or say after I noted how my fave-Eagles won the Super Bowl in New Orleans during a crisis-story of terrorism. Something in me simply snapped, and I decided to become a cheerleader-stalker for cleats of Hell (ok). I knew I went insane, and my psychiatrist warned me of psychiatry-neglect for things of Earth-realm normality. I didn't listen, friends...and now I recount this dark fable in a time-capsule tell for burial for records/lyrics (Selfie-like)."

CHEERLEADER: What do you want, psycho?
ME: Don't I look like a Halloween movie nut this Halloween NFL season, girl?
CHEERLEADER: I'm calling the cops...my boyfriend's a policeman, psycho!

ME: I don't think I care, girl; and as you see, I'm masked for a Selfie-know.

CHEERLEADER: You don't know me, psycho...and I'm getting my daddy's revolver.

ME: You speak through your door-slit door-chained, but I give you 20-mins. now.

CHEERLEADER: I'm getting my gun, psycho...and I'm calling my boyfriend.

"What could the cheerleader-woman do or say or thing that Halloween-NFL season of TV normality after I knocked on her American Homeland haven after she returned home from a (shocking) Eagles triumph? She didn't know what to think but fear and snatched her father's handgun, but I was gone by then, having taken photos for my time-capsule tell of her hometown area for things of knowledge and psychiatry (ok). I knew I'd gone insane, jaded by Super Bowl time terrorism, and this was my dark catharsis for things abnormal (for Heaven/Hell)."

ARCHAEOLOGIST: Look at this photo of some lamb dish, next to this letter.

ARCHAEOLOGIST: A 21st-Century sports-culture stalker with photos of food/NFL?

ARCHAEOLOGIST: Look, it's the year 2090, and that time of TV/Internet was IQ.

ARCHAEOLOGIST: Whoever this (nameless) psychotic was, he buried his 'art' tell.

ARCHAEOLOGIST: We do know that lamb-food was something of an NFL-era knit.

ARCHAEOLOGIST: Facebook-like (for midways-quarters).

"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)