Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Budget Restraints

[froodle]

Written for Day 15 of the 31daysoffandom October challenge. The prompt for this one was "disguise"



“Undercover is my life,” declared Simon, sliding a pair of heavy plastic-framed spectacles into place. “How do I look?”

Marshall passed him a cardboard display box containing a mounted array of false moustaches and a small hand mirror.

“Like a kid in a pair of novelty glasses and a baseball cap,” said Dash. “Should have never returned that disguise kit.”

Simon selected a salt-and-pepper Tom Selleck moustache and carefully peeled away its plastic backing, fixing it to his upper lip with a generous amount of spirit gum. The moustache was far too big for his face, spreading across his cheeks to brush gently against his earlobes. He checked his reflection, giggled, then repositioned the edges to curl slightly upwards, giving the impression of mutton-chops.

Dash rummaged through a large black refuse sack on his lap, disappearing into its depths for a moment before emerging with a flimsy plastic bowler hat and novelty monocle. He flicked them across the table’s scarred and pitted surface, and Simon had to lunge to his left in order to catch them before they fluttered to the Secret Spot’s dusty floor.

He discarded the baseball cap and eye glasses, then used both hands to smooth back his unruly mop of red curls before perching the bowler hat low over his forehead. He lowered his eyebrows and scrunched his face in an exaggerated expression of disgust in an effort to keep the monocle in place. One glance in the mirror provoked another fit of giggles that sent the monocle spiralling to the ground, but the bowler hat remained in place, tethered by a thin length of elastic. The fake moustache writhed like a caterpillar, one edge already hanging loose.

Mars took the garbage bag and up-ended it over the Secret Spot’s worktop, spilling the World o’ Stuff’s bargain-bin costume accessories amidst half-finished investigative reports and blurry snapshots of Eerie’s more unusual denizens. Dash picked up a pair of fluorescent pink sweatbands and eyed them dubiously.

“I think you’re gonna have to lay off the spy missions ’til you get your allowance, Teller,” he said.





Microwave-verse

Bonfire by froodle, in which Pinocchio is ruined forever

Gingerbread by froodle, in which there is a witch in the Eerie Woods

Leaves by froodle, in which plantlife finds Marshall entirely too enticing

Offspring by froodle, in which there are dragons

Based on Your Previous Purchases by froodle, in which Mars should really pay attention to Amazon's reccomendations

Housework by froodle, in which a rota cannot be agreed upon

Breakfast by froodle, in which Dash's attempts at cookery do not go well

Ghost in the Machine by froodle, in which a new laptop opens an old wound

Consequences by froodle, in which an encounter with leprechauns leaves the boys very tired indeed

The Microwave by froodle, in which Andrea Fantucci returns to Eerie after a considerable absense

The Eldritch Abomination in the Room by froodle, in which the microwave is most definitely not discussed

Basic Household Maintenance by froodle, in which manticores are inconsiderate houseguests

Torrential by froodle, in which there is a storm, and the boys eat ice-cream

Linens by froodle, in which Dash X makes a bed

Night Music by froodle, in which Simon is woken by a nocturnal visitor

In For The Night by froodle, in which Dash refuses to leave the house

Hound by froodle, in which Simon makes a friend

Errands by froodle, in which Simon has a to-do list

Waterlogged by froodle, in which Eerie experiences heavy rainfall

Wildlife by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the beach

Rainbow by froodle, in which Dash fails to properly appreciate Michael Flatley

Jackolantern by froodle, in which the local pumpkin patch has a problem

Comments

[deifire]

Ah, not every disguise can be Marshall's IRS agent look... :)

[froodle]

Sometimes you have to pick between looking good and not mortgaging your soul to an infernal credit card company