2020-03-16

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JaeKay on Eerie Indiana and Justin Shenkarow

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mikemonmouth on Eerie Indiana

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TheMrs09 on Eerie Indiana



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mikemonmouth on Eerie Indiana





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ZevZero has recommendations for PushinUpRoses



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I don't think that's Eerie Indiana...





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Eerie Indiana Drabble-and-a-Half: Decision Paralysis

Simon took a step back, surveying the display of cleaning products that stretched from the floor of the World o' Stuff all the way to the ceiling. Brightly-coloured warning labels blared dire messages alongside black and white diagrams of corroding flesh and melting eyes.

"Looking for something in particular?" asked Radford, appearing from within the dark places where stock ran out and the shelves lay bare.

Simon shot him a grateful smile.

"What do you use for hair spiders?" he asked.

Radford pondered.

"Diatomaceous earth will dehydrate most species," he said. "Hairy or otherwise."

"Hair spiders," said Simon. "You know, the stringy clumps of wet hair that clog up the plughole in the shower?"

"Oh," said Radford. "Those. They aren't spiders. They're drain vermin."

He pulled down a fluorescent orange bottle and examined it.

"This should do it," he said. "Grease blockages, hair clots, evil clowns..."

"Perfect," said Simon.

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Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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Eerie Indiana Drabble: Tucked In

The Ratking lay like a blanket of filth over the already filthy carpet of Harley's bedroom. Simon eased the door open and picked his way through thousands of sleeping black and brown bodies, their sleek-furred flanks rising and falling in slow unison.

Harley hung half-off the bed, the pillow halfway across the room, the blankets tangled at his feet. Simon lifted him gently, sliding him back onto the bare mattress.

He regarded the thin, stained coverlet for a long moment before discarding it. Moving carefully, he scooped up the fattest of the rats, and covered his sleeping brother with them.


Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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