The Following Chapter contains Characters/Creatures from the following: Jeepers Creepers, Trigun, RWBY, DC Comics, Silence of the Lambs, and Jack Frost the Mutant Killer Snowman.

Jeepers Creepers Ascension Part 3: Prison Break

Piece by piece, bite by bite, the Creeper fed. What was considered bite-sized for a tarkatan jaw structure made quick work of the unconscious man. The taste was odd, with flavors he couldn't quite name. Though the tarkatan was the same, evidently non-human entities just tasted different. After the brain was devoured, the memories flooded. As he continued to feast, the Creeper noted several things about this Knives Millions. First, was a severe form of PTSD and some kind of crippling depression that led to genocidal behavior against humans, literally seeing them as a waste of life. A sentiment the Creeper could not disagree more with. Humans were delicious, and destroying them all would be a waste of food really, but beyond that, as the memories cleared, it was quite clear that if anything, the impression the guard had of Knives was an understatement. Cities were the least this man before him were capable of. At medium power, the man could annihilate entire cities, but at full blast, he could carve gigantic craters in other planets, in fact his twin did just that. Putting a crater in their moon. Albeit, not intentionally, but it still was accomplished. That… would be more than a little interesting to toy with in the future.

As Knives was devoured, the Creeper felt the strange feeling of his flesh flowing as a strange growth began to emerge from his left shoulder, before rapidly spreading to swallow the arm entirely beneath an array of monomolecular feather-like blades and scythe-like wings. As the last of Knives was swallowed, the Creeper looked to his new appendage.

Where the left arm once was, glistening like polished onyx, was a mass of pearlescent black wings. All emerging from his left shoulder, replacing the entirty of his arm. Some of the wings were folded, others outstretched, all splayed out with lustrous obsidian feathers. The wings had no logic to their placement or size, just a conglomeration of feathers, joints, and bone. Yet all of them were noticeably smaller than the bat-like wings that had adorned the Creeper's back, with the largest of the feathered wing being only half the size of the Creepers primary membraned wings. Each individual branching wing seemed morphologically similar to that of a crow, but when taken together, they were overlapping and overrunning each other completely to form a singular familiar shape, the shape of a reaping blade, a scythe.

The Creeper smiled, before he outstretched the limb, and watched as each individual wing sank back into his skin, until his original arm was once more where it was supposed to be, tarkatan blade included. Flexing the fingers, the Creeper turned his gaze to his right arm, and with a flick of the wrist, it morphed into the same tangled mass of razor sharp feathers and wings. More of Knives memories flooded into his mind. Evidently, this strange feathered mass was known as an Angel Arm, and according to Knives memories, it could assume a wide variety of forms. After a moment, the Creeper focused on several particular memories, and then watched as the feathers began to morph and shift.

Feathers folded in on themselves as more and more metallic growths flowed outwards, like water, before solidifying and lengthening, until his entire arm, up to the shoulder, was little more than a very massive, very intricate cannon. It was far longer than the Creeper was tall, and according to the slowly creeping memories, looked very different than the one Knives used. The cannon was decorated with several carvings of the Creeper's own face, as well as wing-like protrusions and an orbiting ring of obsidian with runic carvings. Aesthetically it was similar to Knives cannon, but a far darker in color. It was the same onyx as the scythes, feathers, and wings, but it was also highlighted by the same fleshy burgundy color as the Creepers newly acquired tentacles.

It was however, awkward to handle… so the Creeper shifted the arm back to normal… before an idea struck. He began lifting the third arm that sprouted from his back, watching it stretch high above with twitching claws before the fingers flexed. With that simple gesture, the Creeper watched as the third arm's skin pulsated and shifted, until the interlacing feathers flowed and transmuted into the same massive cannon. Standing upright, the Canon could be maneuvered slightly by the third arms own deformed shoulder, not by much however. To properly aim directly ahead, it required that the Creeper bend forwards at the waist just enough that he could still face ahead, but for as troublesome as it was, it still freed up his primary arms and tentacles for anyone who got a little too close. Satisfied, the Creeper banished the Angel Arm, slipping the third arm back beneath his duster, before looking at the still open vault. Brushing off his clothes, he made his exit.

He had what he wanted, now all there was left to do was get off this prison… and maybe grab a snack or two on the way out.

Melting back into the shadows, the Creeper once more began moving through the ducts, sniffing the air as he crawled throughout the Tartarus Station. With each corner he turned down he inhaled just a bit deeper than before. A pattern was beginning to emerge. For abilities that the Creeper could actually take, the prey possessed nameless scents and flavors. Scents no other humans possessed, scents not even other gifted individuals possessed. At least not the gifted whose powers he couldn't take. If it were the case, then continuing to follow that pattern of odd aromas seemed to be the best way to go. After all, the undead demon intended to never come here again, so might as well get as many unique traits as he could before he left.

That was just good logic right there.

Besides, for reasons unknown to the beast, the Creeper no longer was subject to the 23 years of hibernation. A simple fact that led to a truly unstoppable force. For the 23 day period of activity, the Creeper remained awake, and active for all 552 hours until the time limit was up. His inability to recognize and avoid pain was what made him so formidable. He barely noticed massive gaping wounds. No matter how much abuse he would take, he would always, ALWAYS get back up again, and once he found a scent he likes, he went for it, never stopping until he got his prey. Now that the hibernation was over, he could be like that forever. A perpetual predator.

Combine that with this newly discovered ability to devour and assimilate altered anatomy, and soon, he would be truly unstoppable. Already he had changed far more than ever before, with new tools and methods of hunting and slaying. Of course, now that he had so much free time on his hands, it was perhaps time to branch out. Once he escaped, he would build a new lair, one no one would ever find. He would devour the memories of others, always looking for those with abilities he could take. Perhaps, he would expand his operation, the knowledge to pilot one of those space faring crafts was his with the right meal. Engineer himself a new vehicle, one capable of traversing the stars.

Before the Creeper could plan and plot further, another scent wafted through the vents. As with the others, it was highly unusual. Smelling of poison and creeping things. He sprinted throughout the vents, following that scent, before he heard the sounds of giggling. Mad giggling of an insane mind. He followed it, for that seemed to be where the scent was coming from.

Upon exiting, the Creeper landed on the floor of another hall lined by cells and doors. He began observing the prisoners as they backed away, never taking their eyes off him. Ignoring them for now, he stalked forward. Third nostril flaring as he neared the insane giggling, giggling which stopped as the Creeper started to whistle. Interestingly, as the Creeper whistled, the giggling madman's mirth turned into a demented melody as he sang along to the Creeper whistling.

"Jeepers, Creepers… Where'd you get them peepers...Jeepers, Creepers… Where'd you get those eyes." sang the voice that the smell seemed to be coming from.

The Creeper stopped whistling, and heard the voice call out in protest. With the singing and whistling stopped, the Creeper walked forward, eyes on the cell as the prisoner came into view. Sitting there laughing to himself was a pale man with gold eyes and a braided brown ponytail. The man looked up, and upon seeing the Creeper, burst into fits of uncontrollable, maniacal laughter. The Creeper observed the man, before noticing something snake behind him… a tail. A black segmented scorpion tail.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the man dashed forward faster than even the Creeper could react. In the time it took to blink, the Creeper looked down… to see a Scorpion stinger lodged in his chest. It didn't hurt, but regardless, he just stared down at it… before looking back up to the face of a true madman.

"Did it work, did it? No? Probably not." said the man before he pulled back the stinger and once more began to laugh.

The Creeper quirked his head, before looking at the file next to the cell.

Inmate #: 07745

Name: Tyrian Callows

Species: Faunus

Looking back at the man, the Creeper stared down at the Scorpion tail as it waved around in a threat display, before the Creeper shrugged. He could probably find a few uses with a scorpion tail.

Smiling, the Creeper crouched just a bit as two snaking tentacles of liquid muscular tissue crept out from his back, flowing and stretching unnaturally as the tentacles began to sprout obsidian, mono-molecular feathers. Each one overlapping and arranging themselves with the next feather. Each feather pressed tightly to the next until the feathered tentacles vaguely resembled two very long and very flexible blades. Then, in the blink of an eye, two of the tentacles swiped. One swiping left-to-right, the other right-to-left. The combination of both the tentacles strength and the feather-like blades sliced and sheared through the previously nigh unbreakable bars instantly, without even an ounce of resistance.

As the bars fell to the ground, clanging loudly before rolling away, the Creeper took his first step into the cell, still smiling as the tentacles retracted back into his back. Then, with a flick of the wrist, two long blades shot out of the Creepers forearms. The scorpion faunus, watching this thing stalk forward, attempted to move, to strike, but found that he couldn't move. As of if some invisible force were holding him in place. Struggle as he might, he couldn't free himself. So as he watched the Creeper slowly approach, Tyrian stopped struggling, and began to laugh. A hearty belly laugh that echoed down the halls, he continued laughing right up until a rapidly approaching fang filled maw opened, and Tyrian knew no more.

Due to the danger of a myriad of exceptionally dangerous criminals, both superhuman and mundane, communication throughout the Tartarus Station required a certain level of unorthodox methods. The sheer overabundance of electrokinetic villains such as Livewire, Electro, or even the normally Pyrokinetic Azula necessitated integrated faraday cages throughout most of the Tartarus Station. While this did lead to reduced chance of escape from any entities capable of altering, interacting with, or otherwise overhearing traditional EM Signals, it also meant that all means of communication had to be both landlined and insulated. As such, spread throughout the Tartarus Station were designated networked Communication Consoles.

Kim found herself before one of these consoles, watching as the screens unfolded before eventually, the Director appeared before her. Upon informing the Director of who it was the Creeper most likely ate, her first immediate action was to call for the complete extraction of all Prisoners, with a particular focus on those with odd anatomy.

After that, Kim learned that the first of rhe Backup had arrived. Looking at the screen Kim and Ron found themselves staring at the… thing that was to aid them in bringing down the Creeper.

It was an abstract, fractal, and primarily incorporeal… thing that hovered behind the Director. Other than the fact that whatever it was was green in color and produced an F-Sharp tone, Kim found that just looking at the thing made her head hurt. She both could, and could not see… whatever it was. Through the temporary and arbitrary flashes of whatever parody of existence this thing dwelled within, Kim found that certain conceptual truths were fundamentally True. The control over one's impulses and actions were paramount to the conquering of fear as a concept… whatever that meant.

Before her mind could fall further down the rabbit hole, Director Director cleared her throat, drawing Kim's attention away from the strange green… thing behind her.

"Kim, I would like you to meet Green Lantern member Dkrtzy RRR."

The… thing moved in a way that Kim found was somewhat like a bow.

"Ummm… nice to meet you… I think." said Kim.

"I have a headache now." Said Ron.

Kim wholeheartedly agreed. Even through the filter of a screen, there was just something so… abstractly complex about Dkrtzy. Kim was well aware that the members of the Green Lantern branch of the ISD were almost universally strange entities… but this… thing took the cake. Before she could contemplate on it further, the Director spoke.

"Yes well, Dkrtzy here is a bio-sentient mathematical equation. His creation was caused by a scientist who attempted… and succeeded to prove that willpower could be derived formulaically. Since then he has been a… controversial member of the Green Lantern Corps. Normally he would not be here for an assignment like this, as we're rather far from Sector 0188, but due to the relative danger of a sadistic monster like the Creeper acquiring Plant based abilities, he's cleared to operate here for the time being by the higher ups of the Green Lantern branch of the ISD."

"What do you mean by… controversial?" asked Kim.

Before the Director could say anything, Kim watched as the living mathematical equation began to shift/morph/change/WILL itself through a wide variety of forms that somehow produced a comprehensible idea within her mind that translated itself into an intelligible sentence.

"My Existence/Presence/Being can, under certain Rules/Circumstances/Conditions, Corrode/Alter/Modify the Minds/Thoughts/Ideas of others. I have Used/Employed this Strategy/Ability to great effect."

"Ummm… ok. Translation please."

"As living mathematical proof of willpower as an existent concept, Dkrtzy can sort of… infect others with an unconscious influence that can shift their will to do certain things in deceptively subtle ways based on pre-selected criteria. Needless to say, the altering of minds is dangerously close to mind control, hence controversial." said the Director.

"Gotcha… mostly." said Kim.

"Wait a minute… Math is alive?" asked Ron.

"It's complicated." said the Director.

"Sooo, is mathman here going to take on the Creeper? We're still rather deep in the Prison." said Kim.

"Yes and no. As of now, we're evacuating the prison. It's too late for a majority of the inmates, but with a Green Lantern on call, we can vastly speed up the process of prison transport. That is our priority, but as Dkrtzy isn't a creature of flesh and blood, the Creeper can't eat him, so that's our secret weapon against him." said the Director before turning to Dkrtzy.

"You can't be eaten right?"

"My Body/Form/Frame is superficially both superposed and Eat/Devour/Ingest me is Impossible/Unfeasible/Nonviable. I am Physical/Tangible/Tactile within a certain degree of probability, but I both AM and AM NOT Vulnerable/Unprotected/Undefended within that degree of probability. Injury however is Probable/Likely/Possible but it would be Temporary/Fleeting/Nonpermanant. Though it may take some Span/Time/Duration before I Heal/Mend/Fix."

…

"Right got it. Your vulnerability works on Schrodinger's cat rules."

Dkrtzy did… something incomprehensible, but Kim just figured it was the mathematical equivalent of a shrug… maybe.

"So what's the plan?" Asked Kim.

"Yeah cause so far, I'm not really getting any plan vibes." Said Ron.

"As the prisoners are evacuated, eventually, the Creeper will have to come here. As of now, no non-powered or unaugmented assets are to engage with the Creeper in any way. Dkrtxy is a Green Lantern, Ron has his Mystical Monkey Powers, and you have your Battle Suit. You will engage the Creeper from within the Prison to buy us time for Dkrtzy to reach you and stall him for continued prisoner extraction. If you can take him down, do so, but primarily your goal is to capture or failing that impede or neutralize the Creeper until Dkrtzy can reach your position." Said the Director.

"Got it. Has anyone else reported in? Maybe give us a location. This whole station is moon sized, that's a lot of places for this thing to hide."

"All remaining security personnel have been recalled to set up an ambush here, unfortunately you two are on your own until Dkrtzy can reach you, and we are not sure of the Creepers current location. However, there is only one spaceport on the Tartarus Station. Eventually he's going to have to try and escape, necessitating he comes to our location. He's most likely not going to go too far away from his only exit."

"Understood. We're flying blind."

"Unfortunately yes, and I'm sorry about that. We were taken off guard by the sudden onset of telekinesis, combined with the Creepers speed and thousands of years of experience, we're not equipped for something like this. Normally an escape is dealt with quickly, but we didn't have enough time to fully understand the Creeper to construct an effective means of containment, and the assimilation aspects of the Creeper continues to necessitate reworkings of our efforts and makes most attempts either unviable or excessively risky. We're not even sure the Creeper can die, or even be rendered unconscious. We know too little about it, and that was before it started eating new abilities into itself, but we do have an advantage, and we will capture it again. The Creeper is just one threat. He's alone, we're not."

Kim sighed.

"Understood, Team Possible out." Said Kim before she shut down the console.

Turning to Ron, she watched as he once again had closed his eyes and had that faint aura emanating from him. She was about to wake him… when his eyes opened. Ron smiled.

"Found him."

Thinking it over, the Creeper decided that of he was to get out of here, he couldn't rely on just flying out and leaving. For one, there was no air in space to make powered flight a viable means of escape. If he was going to get out of here, then he would need to take the offer the human cannibal proposed. He proved highly useful thus far, and granted the Creeper the means to destroy the very station he stood on. Should it come to it, the Creeper was prepared to do just that. He didn't know if he could survive in space, though thus far, nothing thrown at him ever stuck. Drowning didn't work, and that was close enough that the Creeper would be willing to risk it… but only if there were no other choice.

So, plan A it was.

Following that familiar scent, the Creeper quickly made his way to his destination. The halls were rather narrow, making flying difficult, but not impossible. His wings beat constantly, carrying him forward as his new segmented appendage trailed behind him. The acquired Scorpion Tail was indeed venomous, and visually similar though it was the same grey color as his skin. All in all, relatively useful.

The Creeper ceased his musing as his wing tip once more touched the walls. That was the issue with flying in indoor spaces. Limited mobility from cramped spaces. It required a heightened level of focus to not accidentally make an unnecessary crash landing. Still, it was faster than running.

Eventually however, the Creeper was approaching his destination. Maneuvering his legs forward, he slowed as his wings immediately folded into place. Once that was done, his feet touched the ground. To slow down his forward momentum, he began running. The action was completed in one smooth motion and after several yards, the Creeper slowed enough for a complete stop. Standing before several piles of scrap that had once been the walls of a cell. The corpse of Justice still laying in his cell. Turning, the Creeper faced the same man from before. He stared back, an amused look on his face as he stood tall.

"I take it you found your quarry?"

The Creeper nodded, to which the old man nodded in return.

"And?"

In response, the Creeper lifted his arm as it changed into that tangled mass of wings and feathers, before returning to normal. Lecter, looking quite pleased with himself, merely clapped his hands.

"Excellent, so have you given my offer some thought?"

In response, faster than the eye could see, the Creeper swiped at the bars. Letting them fall to the ground. Hannibal Lecter simply stepped through calmly, before lifting a hand to the Creeper.

"Formal introductions are in order, please to meet you, I am Dr. Hannibal Lecter, psychologist by trade, with a refined taste. Perhaps when we get out of here, we can celebrate our escape over a nice diner."

The Creeper, for his part, merely looked at the hand, before lifting his own and shaking it. Lecter smiled, even as the desiccated skin of the Creeper began to flake lightly.

"I believe this is the beginning of something quite extraordinary."

The Creeper nodded… right until a cascading wave of green crashed into the Creeper, sending him hurtling backwards several dozen meters away before he righted himself. Shaking the confusion the Creeper snarled… right as he turned to see… something slowly heading towards him. Then it began to move in frighteningly esoteric ways.

"Surrender/Submit/Cease. By order of the Green Lantern Regiment of the Internal Security Division, Stand Down."

An extending limb of strange fractal shapes that fluctuated in and out of reality. Slowly the fluctuating thing stabalized from a large mass of green repeating circular patterns into an interconnected mass of Apollonian spheres. Ten it extended a green tendril that extended rapidly towards the Creeper and quicker than it could react, it wrapped around his legs, and begal pulling him towards it. The Creaper roared as it was forcibly drabbed along the path, hearing the still trapped prisoners yell as he was tossed against walls and slammed hard into the ground repeatedly.

Immediately he reached out with his third arm as it began to morph and shift into a series of wings and feathers, each one slashing at the green field emanating from the strange geometric entity. A telekinetic push sent the thing flying back, but not nearly far enough, but it did cause the creature, whatever it was, to lose focus for just a moment to banish the green tentacle that had ensnared the Creeper. Acting fast, the Creeper got to his feet, and with a display of supernatural speed, rocketed towards the thing with mono-molecular feathers splayed… right up until a purple glow kicked the Creeper from behind and landed him face first into the ground.

Dazed, the Creeper looked up, to see that two familiar figures who had transported him here. The male especially was hovering off the ground slightly in a martial arts stance the Creeper did not recognize, but vaguely resembled Hóu-Quán, Monkey Kung-Fu. The Female however, immediately upon seeing the Creeper look in their direction, charged forward with a text book face kick that was not only perfectly executed… but also really really hard. So hard that the Creeper flipped onto his back.

Groaning, the Creeper snarled, quickly flipping back over onto all fours. His newly acquired Scorpion tail posed ready as he crawled closer towards Kim. Leaping out of the way of a sweeping tendril of green, the Creeper strokes with his tail, only for Kim to back flip away, at exactly the same time, as a spinning kick from Ron hit him in the face before he even landed. Once again, the Creeper found himself on the ground. Only this time a field of Green wrapped around him, preventing him from moving. Slowly he was lifted upwards by the strange Fractal thing. Snarling, he allowed his eyes to travel around, where he noticed Hannibal staring back at him, kneeling towards the ground. However… the elderly man had removed himself from the battle, but he was kneeling over a panel in the wall, which had been removed. Upon Hannibal seeing the Creeper staring in his direction, the elderly man smiled… before motioning to the panel, looking within, all the Creeper saw was a metal pipe. Turning away from the pipe to the elderly man, Hannibal only nodded.

Not fully comprehending what was going on, the Creeper made an assumption and with his telekinetic force, pulled at the pipes... only to find they were the same metal as the bars. Confused, the Creeper turned away from the pipes for a moment, as Dkrtzy began pulling him towards it.

"Prisoner Acquired/Contained/Neutralized."

Struggling, the Creeper found he couldn't escape the confines, and when trying to focus on the strange green entity, he found he was incapable of focusing on it to move it with his mind. In addition, the entity was forcing it's head forward, preventing the Creeper form seeing Kim or Ron to utilize his telekinesis on them.

As he struggled, Kim watched as the Creeper was pulled towards Dkrtzy, before she looked to see Hannibal Lecter kneeling on the floor. Her eyes narrowed as she cleared her throat.

"And what do you think you are doing?" asked Kim.

"Escaping, it looks like he's escaping." said Ron.

Kim waved Ron off, but continued to look at Lecter with suspicion.

"He did help us Ron, let's hear him out."

"Thank you for your trust, you see, I was simply trying to avoid this creature here. It was lucky you arrived when you did, less I end up a meal. An ironic fate for one such as myself, however it is not to be." said Hannibal as he stood up slowly.

Kim kept her eyes on him, noticing Ron tense up at the movement. Kim however looked down to see a removed panel in the wall, with a pipe behind it.

"And the panel? What were you doing with that?"

Lecter stood up straight before he cleared his throat.

"Ah, that is an interesting question. You see, this facility is a prison. These pipes run throughout the entire station, a cooling system you see. Interestingly enough, for a while I've noticed that a strange tapping would come from them. For as long as I've been here, it's always persisted."

Kim blinked.

"Ok… so?"

"Simple child, the cooling system is also a prison, and the prisoner is exploited to cool the Tartarus Station. I taught him morse code as well. I was simply informing a friend of mine as to something… well." Lecter cleared his throat, before he looked to Dkrtzy.

"Did you know that certain ideas in mathematics aren't accepted as fact until they have been rigorously proved. However, there have been some ideas that were fairly accepted in the past but which were subsequently shown to be false?" said Lecter.

"Uhhh… what the hell are you talking about?" asked Ron.

Kim meanwhile, looked to Dkrtzy… who moved as Lecter spoke. While it was difficult to tell, she could have sworn it was some kind of flinch. A creeping feeling overcame Kim as Hannibal continued.

"French mathematician Pierre de Fermat conjectured that all numbers of the form of 2^2^m + 1 were prime. This, however, was disproved by Leonhard Euler."

Dkrtzy continued to back up.

"What are you doing Lecter?" asked Kim.

"There was also the idea of the Pythagoreans, who believed that all numbers can be expressed as a ratio of two whole numbers. This was disproved by one of Pythagoras' own disciples, Hippasus, who showed that the square root of two is what we today call an irrational number." said Lecter before chuckling.

"Interestingly enough, one story claims that Hippasus was thrown off the ship in which he and some other Pythagoreans were sailing because his discovery was too heretical. Fascinating story really, the point is… I am aware of what that entity is." said Lecter as he motioned to Dkrtzy.

The Creeper continued to watch as he looked to the strange fractal entity… before a familiar smell filled the air. A smell that the Creeper knew all too well. Fear, as the entity feared, it didn't escape the Creeper that the green aura holding him up was wavering. Lecter continued to speak.

"I must say a sapient mathematical equation, truely a fascinating form of life. However I see an error in the formula, perhaps I should…" and that was as far as Lecter got before Dkrtzy dropped the field.

"GO FOR THE PIPES!" screamed Lecter as the strange fractal entity rushed Lecter.

Lecter screamed as the fractal thing started to infest his mind.

"CEASE/DESIST/STOP!" screamed Dkrtzy.

Wasting no time, the Creeper released feathered Tentacles and reached outwards towards the pipe, Kim and Ron charging towards him, but not before the bladed feathers cut through the pipe with ease slashed them. What happened next, was a for a torrent of water to begin pouring into the room… and a maniacal laughter to fill the air, seemingly coming from the water itself.

"Jack is Back!" screamed… the water… right as it began to crystalize.

Flowing snowflakes blew in an unseen wing as they compressed tightly together. Long claw-like fingers made of icicles. Slowly, a vaguely humanoid shape began to appear, until a featureless snowman rose from the snow.

The Creeper could only watch as the strange creature revealed a mouth of icicle teeth as it charged forward. Kim narrowly missed the bite as the snowman continued to grow and grow.

"What in the name of all things winter is THAT!" said Ron.

"Well it ain't fucking FROSTY!" said the Snowman as he laughed.

Crawling forward as the snow monster grew, it smiled with a grinning maw of sharp ice as more and more water pouring from the busted pipe crystalized into snow. Ron took a step back as snow started creeping towards him.

"Names Jack… Jack Frost. The Mutant Killer Snowman." said Jack before it launched itself at Dkrtzy.

Hannibal however, had immediately went to the Creeper, who was righting itself and watching as a Bio-Sentient Mathematical Equation fought an ever growing swarm of snowflakes, with two very confused humans caught in the Middle. However when Hanibal got to him, he leaned down, and whispered in the Creepers ear.

"If we are to escape, we'll need a bigger distraction than that. Open them." said Hannibal.

The Creeper blinked, before he smiled. Extending his telekinetic might outwards, he grasped at every cell he could see… and pried them from the walls.