Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Cleanup
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31_days October Challenge. The prompt was: "Under a gibbous moon"
Every month, after the full moon has come and gone, Simon and Marshall clean up the Secret Spot. They sweep up great drifts of glitter and thick brown fur and rainbow dust from the wooden floorboards, from the dark corners of the attic, and from under the writing desk and the work bench and the Evidence Locker. They remove the dust sheet from the old-fashioned radio set, wipe down all the carefully labelled artefacts with chamois, and vacuum the cracks in the floorboards to make absolutely sure that not a trace of evidence remains.
Marshall's mom watches them trudge up and down the stairs with buckets of soapy water and window wipers and spray bottles of bleach, and takes a quick peak into her son's bedroom to make sure he's not developing some kind of germophobia that she should be worried about. His room is always messy and semi-clean, so she figures the intense scrub-down of his hideout is just a scientist thing and leaves him to it.
The truth is, werewolf-unicorn dander has a few special properties under the gibbous moon, and the first time they'd accidently spilled some on the petrified bologna sandwich from 1974, it had screamed and cried and begged to be allowed to die. Even thinking about it makes them both feel sick and lightheaded, because no bland Wonderbread-and-luncheon-meat sandwich should ever have suffered like that. And so they dust and sweep and scrub and disinfect, and then do it all again, and every month Mars looks at the multi-coloured dust inside the hoover bag and thinks that maybe he could take a little, just to experiment with, and looks up to find Simon watching him intently. Then they both smile and pretend it didn't happen and go on with their day.
31_days October Challenge. The prompt was: "Under a gibbous moon"Every month, after the full moon has come and gone, Simon and Marshall clean up the Secret Spot. They sweep up great drifts of glitter and thick brown fur and rainbow dust from the wooden floorboards, from the dark corners of the attic, and from under the writing desk and the work bench and the Evidence Locker. They remove the dust sheet from the old-fashioned radio set, wipe down all the carefully labelled artefacts with chamois, and vacuum the cracks in the floorboards to make absolutely sure that not a trace of evidence remains.
Marshall's mom watches them trudge up and down the stairs with buckets of soapy water and window wipers and spray bottles of bleach, and takes a quick peak into her son's bedroom to make sure he's not developing some kind of germophobia that she should be worried about. His room is always messy and semi-clean, so she figures the intense scrub-down of his hideout is just a scientist thing and leaves him to it.
The truth is, werewolf-unicorn dander has a few special properties under the gibbous moon, and the first time they'd accidently spilled some on the petrified bologna sandwich from 1974, it had screamed and cried and begged to be allowed to die. Even thinking about it makes them both feel sick and lightheaded, because no bland Wonderbread-and-luncheon-meat sandwich should ever have suffered like that. And so they dust and sweep and scrub and disinfect, and then do it all again, and every month Mars looks at the multi-coloured dust inside the hoover bag and thinks that maybe he could take a little, just to experiment with, and looks up to find Simon watching him intently. Then they both smile and pretend it didn't happen and go on with their day.
