Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Phases
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31_days October challenge. The prompt was "Hunter or hunted"
The werecat was back.
For some reason known only to itself, it had developed an attachment to Syndi. Unfortunately, it was the type of attachment that made itself known by leaving animal carcasses at her door, and given it's size...
"Is that a pteranodon?!" Marshall shriek- uh, exclaimed in manly surprise.
"No," said his father, twitching a little. "No, it is not. It's, um, it's an evolutionary throwback. Logical... perfect... thingy... science..." He subsided into unintelligible muttering.
"Should we call a vet?" asked Simon.
"It's very past saving," said Edgar. "You can tell, because it doesn't have a head. That's science," he added, his voice breaking.
"Uhh..." said Marshall. "Dad, why don't you sit down? Simon and I can clean this up before Mom and Syndi come home."
Edgar retreated back into the kitchen, where he stole surreptitious glances through the window as Mars and Simon dug a hole in the backyard and buried the... the... well, buried the thing that was definitely not a dinosaur.
"Huh," said Dash later, sat outside the mill while they told him about the morning's events. "I've seen a house cat take down a seagull before. I guess it's not that different."
"It was a dinosaur!" Marshall exclaimed, waving his arms for emphasis. "My old man is having a complete breakdown because a werecat with a crush on my sister left a pteranodon at our back door! We have to do something!"
"I don't have to do something," Dash pointed out. "I don't care about the dinosaurs."
Simon stepped in before another argument could erupt.
"Maybe we could ask Mister Radford for help," he suggested. "He helped us out with Mister Chaney. He might have some ideas."
"Do silver bullets work on werecats?" asked Dash.
"No guns!" shouted Simon.
The next full moon found Simon and Dash sitting in Deadwood Park, a mountain of illegally-obtained catnip at their feet, surrounded by the purring masses that formed Eerie's feline population. Though some of the cats were definitely oversized, they were clearly not the beast that had taken it's claws to the Teller's back door.
"Maybe werecats don't like catnip," said Dash.
"Where's Marshall?" asked Simon. Dash shrugged.
"He's probably at home hiding from a potential werecat bite," he said. "Which is a shame, because I had a whole prank with a catnip mouse worked out in case he did get bitten."
"You're a little bit evil," said Simon. Dash nodded.
"Let's go," he said. "I think this plan was a bust."
They were walking past the spot where Marshall and Simon had found the rusted remains of an old Lockheed Electra two years previously, when they heard an unholy noise coming from the small stand of trees at the edge of the park.
When they got there, the werecat was sat on a branch, washing it's front paws with it's pink sandpapery tongue, looking as though it hadn't a care in the world.
At the foot of the tree, which bore the scars of several failed attempts at climbing it, was Marshall, sideburns in full bloom, barking at it in a rage.
"I love this town," said Dash, reaching for Simon's camera.
31_days October challenge. The prompt was "Hunter or hunted"The werecat was back.
For some reason known only to itself, it had developed an attachment to Syndi. Unfortunately, it was the type of attachment that made itself known by leaving animal carcasses at her door, and given it's size...
"Is that a pteranodon?!" Marshall shriek- uh, exclaimed in manly surprise.
"No," said his father, twitching a little. "No, it is not. It's, um, it's an evolutionary throwback. Logical... perfect... thingy... science..." He subsided into unintelligible muttering.
"Should we call a vet?" asked Simon.
"It's very past saving," said Edgar. "You can tell, because it doesn't have a head. That's science," he added, his voice breaking.
"Uhh..." said Marshall. "Dad, why don't you sit down? Simon and I can clean this up before Mom and Syndi come home."
Edgar retreated back into the kitchen, where he stole surreptitious glances through the window as Mars and Simon dug a hole in the backyard and buried the... the... well, buried the thing that was definitely not a dinosaur.
"Huh," said Dash later, sat outside the mill while they told him about the morning's events. "I've seen a house cat take down a seagull before. I guess it's not that different."
"It was a dinosaur!" Marshall exclaimed, waving his arms for emphasis. "My old man is having a complete breakdown because a werecat with a crush on my sister left a pteranodon at our back door! We have to do something!"
"I don't have to do something," Dash pointed out. "I don't care about the dinosaurs."
Simon stepped in before another argument could erupt.
"Maybe we could ask Mister Radford for help," he suggested. "He helped us out with Mister Chaney. He might have some ideas."
"Do silver bullets work on werecats?" asked Dash.
"No guns!" shouted Simon.
The next full moon found Simon and Dash sitting in Deadwood Park, a mountain of illegally-obtained catnip at their feet, surrounded by the purring masses that formed Eerie's feline population. Though some of the cats were definitely oversized, they were clearly not the beast that had taken it's claws to the Teller's back door.
"Maybe werecats don't like catnip," said Dash.
"Where's Marshall?" asked Simon. Dash shrugged.
"He's probably at home hiding from a potential werecat bite," he said. "Which is a shame, because I had a whole prank with a catnip mouse worked out in case he did get bitten."
"You're a little bit evil," said Simon. Dash nodded.
"Let's go," he said. "I think this plan was a bust."
They were walking past the spot where Marshall and Simon had found the rusted remains of an old Lockheed Electra two years previously, when they heard an unholy noise coming from the small stand of trees at the edge of the park.
When they got there, the werecat was sat on a branch, washing it's front paws with it's pink sandpapery tongue, looking as though it hadn't a care in the world.
At the foot of the tree, which bore the scars of several failed attempts at climbing it, was Marshall, sideburns in full bloom, barking at it in a rage.
"I love this town," said Dash, reaching for Simon's camera.
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Date: 2015-10-23 11:43 pm (UTC)also this is wonderful.
ALSO I want a story where Syndi gets fed up with the werecat and takes care of things herself.
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Date: 2015-10-24 08:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-24 11:37 am (UTC)ooooh
or she pretends to have the blindness just to fuck with Mars.
Syndi: Marshall, stop tormenting the poor kitty.
Mars: O.O
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Date: 2015-10-24 01:02 pm (UTC)And there werecat is like, huge, and a person 27 nights out of 28, but in werecat form its actually just a housecat, albeit a massive one, so its just doing cat things like rolling on its back or rubbing against syndis ankles (actually her stomach,cos its giant) so mars is the only one reacting to the weirdness and inside syndi is like dying of laughter
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Date: 2015-10-24 02:28 pm (UTC)I love this whole idea! And now I think I ship Syndi/Carmilla.
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Date: 2015-10-24 07:19 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-25 01:46 am (UTC)Syndi would be such a great Summer!!
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Date: 2015-10-25 11:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-24 11:34 am (UTC)I feel the need to have more fic with werewolfy Marshall in.
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Date: 2015-10-24 01:03 pm (UTC)