Strangers/Friends: A Rescue Pho

A Story by Abishai100

Strangers descend on 'NY-Friends' and require a new mystery-man tenant to offer some 'cleats' for heroics/mice.

A fun adaptation of the dark home-invasion paranoia series The Strangers with a quirky genre/environment crossover with the iconic American young-adult NY-life/friendship TV show Friends, which I think you'll find quite-cool (and thanks for reading),

DISCLAIMER: This work of crossover fanfiction/adaptation contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body/celebrity (e.g., Blood Diamond) and is therefore cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' comment).

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CHANDLER: Do we know anything about this tenant ('Mr. Amlan Satan').

MONICA: Slick, world-traveled, quiet stranger; talks about eco-capitalism.

ROSS: Algerian-American, Catholic-guy; wants temp-stay at our apartment.

PHOEBE: Is he a fan of that Leo film about blood-diamonds (haha)?

JOEY: Well, hopefully if he's like James Bond, he'll add securities to our haven!

RACHEL: Well, hopefully he won't draw in the flies from Hell for our circle.

ROSS: Selfie-like.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: All's set for this NY-stay; I'll visit this Perk-cafe they frequent.

CONSULTANT: Mingle-in as best you can, Satan; this is blood-diamond operation-IQ.

SATAN: Good for Facebook-idea; I'll become one of these friends, not a stranger.

CONSULTANT: Good television image (Godspeed).

SATAN: Selfie-like (thanx).

ROSS: Hey, you look pretty pensive for a Saturday's Eve, friend.

SATAN: I won't steal-away Rachel to my brooding secret world of terrorists, Ross!

ROSS: Thanx for the comfort-zone, Amlan Satan; I found you quite sinister (ha).

SATAN: Thanx...I need that for my eco-capitalism writing (online); Halloween-IQ.

ROSS: Can't wait for trick-or-treaters to knock on our door, Satan.

SATAN: Me too...I've plenty of homemade chocolate-eggs (Monica/I made).

ROSS: Seen Chandler lately?

SATAN: Is he missing (Selfie-like)?

RACHEL: I saw Chandler at the Perk, I dunno what happened.

MONICA: I'm scouting for him all day tomorrow; me thinks strangers got him.

RACHEL: Coincided with Satan's move-in, no?

MONICA: No, coincidence, me thinks, Rachel.

RACHEL: We can't get on if Chandler's been abducted by aliens!

MONICA: Or strangers (damn).

RACHEL: Facebook-like.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: It's got nothing to do with our ties/games, pal.

CONSULTANT: Well, Chandler's vanishing coincides with this new street-news.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: I read it...'Strangers' prowling masked around Halloween.

CONSULTANT: There's these bizarre rumors they're from Mars or poltergeists.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: With axes, kidnapping the innocent (Martians?).

CONSULTANT: New York you want, NY you get, Satan.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Selfie-like.

CONSULTANT: They might visit your 'haven' for another abduction/invasion, pal.

MR. AMLAN SATAN: You said it...maybe our NY-Friends need exorcist-axes.

CONSULTANT: You the man (Facebook-like).

MR. AMLAN SATAN: Good (thanx).

STRANGERS: Knock, knock.

JOEY: I can see through our door peephole you're masked/weaponized, Strangers.

STRANGERS: You read of us (on social media).

JOEY: Look, we guessed you already have Chandler (my best-pal in the universe).

STRANGERS: Knock, knock (it's near Halloween, Joey).

JOEY: How'd you know my name, Strangers (hmmm)?

STRANGERS: Didn't you (also!) read...we're psychics?

JOEY: Like, from California (Selfie-like)...geez.

MONICA: I didn't tell the others, but Chandler blogged we had eco-capitalist friend.

SATAN: You talked about me on social media, Monica (damn)?

MONICA: Did these 'Strangers' target Chandler...to get to you?

SATAN: Possibly; they'll want me to perform some operation to 'win' him back.

MONICA: I'll go running for help (police or others).

SATAN: Good, I'll wait at the apartment (with Joey/Ross/Phoebe).

MONICA: Facebook-like.

STRANGERS: Knock, knock!!!

SATAN (Amlan): It's me instead of Joey...or Ross (ha).

STRANGERS: You keep chain on door with door-plug by bottom, eh, Mr. Satan?

SATAN: You know of me?

STRANGERS: Despite your Halloween gear/costume (early-masquerade?).

SATAN: Didn't you know...I'm a blood-diamond thief (extra credit).

STRANGERS: What's the meaning of this, Mr. Satan (hmmm)?

SATAN: Give me Chandler, I'll give you gems ($2M); I won't slander you online.

STRANGERS: We get it, Satan; you'll mock that you tricked us with playing-cards.

SATAN: Can you afford the slang...especially if you're...from Mars (eh)?

STRANGERS: Damn, these 'NY-Friends' were lucky to house James Bond himself.

SATAN: Maybe I'm just Peter Pan (return Chandler, and farewell).

STRANGERS: Cool...keep 'specter-visit' a deep dark secret (Happy Halloween).

CHANDLER: They'd tied me up in some warehouse, blindfolded, fed me baby-food.

RACHEL: Ha, didn't you say you'd a secret love of baby-beef, Chandler (ha)?

ROSS: Well, Mr. Amlan Satan's departed, fearing he's drawing in more aliens here.

JOEY: That guy saved our butts...and Chandler's cigarette butts (wow).

PHOEBE: All's 'fare' in NY-legends and maps, my friends.

MONICA: Let's forget this happened...Amlan's use of a water-gun filled with acid.

CHANDLER: Selfie-like (thanx).

Mr. Amlan Satan sped off in his 'borrowed' NY-sport auto and zoomed to Vancouver (British Columbia) post-rescue of Chandler in New York (wow). This was a great moment for our circle-of-friends of the West (American Homeland). Our valiant 'James Bond' (or Peter Pan?) was now-off to his newest mission as thief/operator, and he 'exorcised' (or shooed-away!) those nasty Strangers from the dark-side. Were they poltergeists...or Martians (who knew)? Amlan told his 'consultant' he was simply the right driver on the accurate roadways of Hell for a story right out of the 'field goal books' of Earthling-chocolate (Facebook-like?).