Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Homestead

[froodle]

The rain had stopped just before teatime and the summer fields in variegated shades of green and yellow and brown were bright and gleaming within their low stone borders. The bracken was black and wet against the darkening sky and purple-gold lichen covered the rocky ground, bruised by the heavy downpour and filling the air with their secret mossy smell. Under the dappled shade of the leafy trees, the dusksprites stirred and stretched.

Marshall and Simon had spent the afternoon fixing the small house in place, nestled tight in the lower branches of a silver-grey birch tree. Now they waited with baited breath as the shy, creeping things emerged in the waning sunlight, willing the little creatures to investigate this strange new object that had appeared in their midst.

The dusksprite was very small, perhaps the size of a man’s fist, and he was all-over grey fuzz. He narrowed his button-black eyes against the pale daylight and shuffled cautiously over to the tiny wooden structure. When he poked his large round nose in at one of the windows the boys could see that the fur on his back was dark as looming thunderheads, and when he climbed the gold-painted cupola roof and raised his face to the fading warmth of the sun, his muzzle was the same dusty purple colour as his belly.

The dusksprite chattered in excitement, showing his neat white teeth and waving his clever black paws. Eerie’s premier paranormal investigators held very still as a still smaller dusksprite detached itself from the shadows near the trunk of the tree and scuttled over to join the first one. The dusksprites circled the little house in the branches, whispering to one another in voices like the humming of dragonfly wings and making elaborate gestures in the warm night air.

A camera bulb flashed. The tiny beasts squeaked in alarm, and the downy coat of the larger one stood out all over his body. Fluffy and inviting only a moment before, now he seemed spiky as the angriest hedgehog. His tiny eyes sought out the source of the noise, and when he spotted the two humans crouched in the undergrowth, he hissed at them and his tiny needle teeth flashed defiance.

Marshall took another photograph, and in a moment both the little creatures were gone, fleeing back into the shadow and shelter of the tree. Simon stood, stretching to fend off an incipient cramp.

In the branches, the little house with its roof of gold caught the last light of the dying day, and then faded into the dark of the coming night.





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Comments

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

the poor sprites...just going about their business...

[froodle]

Poor little dudes...

[deifire]

Aww, I think the dusksprites are the cutest little force of weirdness yet...

[froodle]

In a perfect world wed get an eerie reboot and licensed beanie baby versions of them.