Creation began on 07-20-20

Creation ended on 07-20-20

Christine

More than meets the Eye

A/N: It was glimpsed at by Brother Correction in the dimension he saved Arnie in by destroying Christine, but never expanded upon. Here goes something.

It was a dark blue, Nineteen-Seventy-Seven Coupe de Ville bought by Arnie Cunningham…for the same price as he paid for Christine, only he got a thorough background check before buying the car. An impulse buy by the previous owner, but without any darkness to its history. At least…that's what Arnie and everyone thought; there wasn't anything about the car that would've set off any warning signals.

Arnie awoke to the sound of a car engine starting and looked out his bedroom window, seeing his car drive off.

"Huh?!" He gasped and ran down the stairs to try and stop whoever was dumb enough to steal his wheels.

Because of Christine, everyone he knew that bullied him was dead, so this was likely some fool that saw an easy mark.

But what Arnie saw was not what he had anticipated. He saw the car driving slowly…but he couldn't see a driver.

"No way," he uttered, thinking that he had purchased another possessed car.

As much as he wanted to call the police, Arnie felt compelled to follow the car and see where it was going. To his horror, it was Darnell's junkyard, but what he saw as he hid couldn't prepare him for what was impossible to believe. Somehow…the car was standing up, sending a light into the night sky.

What in the name of… He thought as he hid behind a pile junk. Not even Christine was able to do anything like that. What is this car?

He looked over again…and the car was still standing up on its own. Trying to take in as much of its features as possible, he could only assume that it was…sixteen feet tall, with the doors serving as vestigial wings of sort, with the back tires where a pair of legs were…and the front tires where shoulders were. It was like…some sort of…being…that had car parts as a sort of suit or disguise.

Shine! Arnie hid when it turned to where he was, trying to avoid its headlights…or eyes…or whatever it had for eyes.

Stomp! He could feel it shaking the ground as it moved.

Strange sounds came, like, computer sounds or something, followed by an engine purring and wheels moving on the ground. A car passed by Arnie, the same make and model as his Cadillac, and left out the junkyard.

"Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God," he shuddered. "I gotta get home. I gotta tell someone. I…I gotta do something."

To be continued…

A/N: How many do you expect to see? Maybe one? Maybe ten? Maybe none?