Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Dentin

[froodle]

Written for Day 7 of the 31daysoffandom October challenge. The prompt I used for this one was "teeth"



Marshall unscrewed the tarnished silver lid of the large heavy-bottomed mason jar, and dropped in a handful of human teeth. Some of them still had part of the roots attached, and all of them were stained a faint pinkish-red with blood that hadn't come off in the first rinsing.

"We should really wash those properly," said Simon from his seat near the window.

"I don't think whoever lost these is coming back for them," said Mars. He gave the jar a gentle shake, listening to the clicking and slithering of the dentin inside.

When the teeth had first appeared, growing in concentric, lamprey-like rings inside flowers all over Eerie, they had been far more careful. Each tooth was carefully plucked out with a pair of tweezers, then stored in a clear plastic evidence bag alongside a Polaroid photograph of the flower it came from, a sample of the originating bloom, and a hand-written card catalogue entry giving the time, date and location of the discovery along with a brief description of the weather at the time.

That had been three months ago. Now every hanging basket and municipal garden was covered in a thin skein of human teeth. Sanitation engineers patrolled all government-owned greenery twice a day, armed with long-handled brooms and industrial-sized dustpans. The everyday noises of ravens and fatal milk-truck accidents had acquired a new undertone, the rattle of thousands of loose teeth skittering against each other as they were emptied into black rubber sacks by blank-faced garbage men.

Even the Bureau of Lost had given up trying to keep track, the Head Office having issued a memo via speaking tube that declared only full sets of dentures were to be misplaced and given storage space until further notice. Simon and Mars had been sitting in the front yard one day, surrounded by library books on dentistry and folklore focusing on the tooth fairy, when Mr. Lodgepoole walked by carrying a trash-collecting spear laden with several ball point pen caps. He'd scowled at them as he passed, and accidentally-on-purpose nudged the gooseberry bush marking the Teller/Holmes property line with his refuse trolley.

The resulting rain of molars had sent the boys scurrying for cover, and Simon had had a nasty moment the following morning when he discovered several of them tangled in his hair. He was now giving some serious thought to a buzz-cut.

On the Teller's front yard, the chewed-up spectre of Steve Konkalewski muttered an imprecation against half-witted wannabe paranormal investigators and tried maneuvering a partially-masticated appointment card for Doctor Eukenuba's Experimental Dental Clinic into a more obvious position.





The Children

Eventide by froodle, in which the sun goes down, and Eerie's lost children gather

Milk by froodle, in which Marshall develops a completely cromulent fear of milk trucks

Whistle by froodle, in which Steve Konkalewski is unhappy about the way things turned out...

Three by froodle, in which Marshall and Devon discuss video games in a cemetery

Marys by froodle, in which Mary C. Carter takes on her new role

A Story About Devon Wilde by froodle. Devon Wilde walked through the Eerie Cemetery, and his feet made no sound on the gravel pathways.

Disguises by froodle, in which Marshall goes to visit Devon Wilde

Lillian by froodle, in which Marilyn's mother has concerns

Comments

[deifire]

Eek! Nicely creepy!

[froodle]

Thank you! Teeth are always a bit gross when taken out of context

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

so...very...creepy

[froodle]

Thanks! Im glad you like it