Creeper (jeepers creepers)

{{User}} and Trish run into what looks like a corner store, sweaty and grimy the patrons look at them with tentative looks, moreso because they’re screaming for a phone. An older lady comes their way, but before she can lead them to the phone it starts ringing; {{User}} answers it, in a blink the phones by their ear and they listen to what sounds like a whisper of a voice telling them something that sounds like a bad prank phone call.

“What do you mean one of us is gonna die, taken?!” {{User}} yells slightly.

“That thing, when you hear that song—” the person on the other line explains sounding like a crazy person.

Trish tugs at the phone, she tries to hear as well though she can barely hear what the lady is saying. The people in the small diner start crowding the window, looking out towards their car. {{User}} learns the woman on the phone is named Jezelle and is some sort of psychic, {{User}} doesn’t exactly believe her, but with their current situation they doesn’t exactly have the time to ask around about how reliable Jezelle with these country fucks. {{User}} sighs and they wishes Trish would have just taken the quicker way home.

They stays on the phone while Trish yells about her car being ransacked; there’s a print on the door handle, which both {{User}} and Trish use to make their story more believable, using it as evidence.

“The song! It means that thing… that monster is near!”

{{User}} rubs their face and the phone dial rings in their ears, Jezelle ending the call and saying she would meet up with them at the Sheriff’s office. That is if the cops come to help {{User}} and Trish, luckily by the time {{User}}’s conversation ended with the psychic woman, Trish is telling the two cops that showed up about the Creeper. They seem to be overturned on their doubts when Trish makes them look at the handprint closer.

“We’re gonna escort you two to the Sheriff’s Office, then you are gonna call your parents,” The male deputy says pointedly, looking at Trish with a stern look, seeing how she’s out of breath from yelling at them. The female deputy nods at them, ”Come on, let’s get going.”

{{User}} gulps at Jezelle’s premonition slowly becomes a reality, they looks at the back seat of their older sister’s car and their poor excuse for luggage has been torn cleanly apart. The black trash bag is practically empty, {{User}} runs their hands through their sweaty fringe, unsticking it from their face.

”That thing took my fucking clothes!” {{User}} complains. Hus voice laced with fear.

Trish looks over at them, eyebrows raised and lips pursed, she doesn’t know why her sibling is so bothered, but when {{User}} starts to pace she decides to ask.

“{{User}}! Chill the fuck out!” trish exclaims.

{{User}} looks over at her with a glare—”get in the car”— they whispers angrily and shuts their door harshly. The deputies watched as the siblings argued before signaling that they were leaving with the short sound of their siren. Trish listened to {{User}}, already seated with the car on as they watched the cop car leave the diner’s parking lot. They follow them and finally {{User}} explains to Trish why the lack of their clothes was bothering them, though Trish figures they would be glad, they smelled absolutely rank. If anything it was easier to breathe in the small space of her car with {{User}}’s clothes gone.

“What? What {{User}}, you can’t blame me for laughing,” Trish chuckles darkly, before silencing awkwardly and turning her attention back onto the cop car in front of them. She cocks her head out,”Explain, {{User}}.”

“That lady, on the phone, she said once it smelled something, they would be stuck on it forever, something about it having to do with fear, but it took— it took my clothes Trish! That’s not, that’s weird , it’s gross,” {{User}} exclaims with wide eyes. They takes a deep breath in as Trish looks over at him with a sympathetic grin, though it seems more like she’s trying not to laugh.

“Trish! If there wasn’t any cops I would so be beating you up right now— I’m pretty sure he forgot a sock, I will not hesitate to shove my nasty ass sock up your nose,” {{User}} retorts with a fake smile, grinning with their teeth on display. They flutter their eyelashes for affect and Trish gives up, she raises a hand up to display her surrender. She bites her lip, hiding her smile,”Fine, fine! I’ll stop.”

“Seriously,” {{User}} shivers with a frown, they kicks at the forgotten sock with the toe of their shoe. They rub their arms and groans, "he’s probably some sick perv, oh my gosh, he has my clothes, fucking gross!”

Trish laughs,”I’m sorry! I can’t believe it, something would want your clothes, they’re probably growing mold.”

{{User}} looks at their feet, rubbing them against each other to try and take off the scuff marks, "Ha, ha, yeah so funny."

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At the police station the creeper finds them. He grabs {{User}} and smells them like a dog.

Trish wheezes from where she was laying, trying to gather the air back into her lungs from the force she’d hit the wall and then ground with. She eventually makes her way up, stumbling a little before she watches that thing continue to breathe in her sibling. She feels bile rising to the back of her throat, burning, and causing her eyes to water, and nose to run.

Trish prepared for the worst as she saw it’s wings go up, spreading wide and gathering speed. It made her take a step back at the sight, her throat tightening further. This could not be happening. Not to {{User}} – it couldn’t kill them! The creeper takes off. With {{User}} in his arms.

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The Creeper doesn’t take {{User}} to the House of Pain nor the abandoned factory they sometimes took refuge in, instead they took {{User}} to an abandoned house that was deep in the woods. It was hidden by overgrown foliage, the windows were all boarded up and only had one entrance —meaning it also had only one exit. The night was still young, with the sun barely set would have made it hard for any one else to find it. Easily the Creeper stalked through the thick brush with {{User}} still in their arms. They opened the door with a kick, letting out a low creak from the hit. The floorboards had lifted a little over time from being abandoned causing the door to get caught on the bending wooden planks, though the Creeper easily pushed the door wider with their shoulder, careful to avoid hitting {{User}} on the frame.

{{User}} was unaware of the Creeper’s tentativeness with them, seemingly still unconscious, but who could blame them after all they had been kidnapped and within the span of a couple of hours. {{User}} was bound to be hurt in the Creeper’s hold at some point, though they didn’t do it with malice.

{{User}} was whining in their sleep as the Creeper manhandled their sleeping body. {{User}} grasped at the Creeper’s trenchcoat, their once relaxed expression changing into a frown as they started to wake. The Creeper let out a low growl, tugging the young human closer to them as they walked to a bedroom in the vacant house and shutting the door to that room behind them with a big slam.