Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Sentinel
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Written for Day 20 of the
31daysoffandom October challenge. The prompt I used for this one was "samhain". Crossover with, unsurprisingly, Trick 'r Treat.
Harley stood on tiptoe and stared out through the grimy window pane at the night time scene in front of him. Jack-o-lanterns, roughly hewn with crooked grins and lopsided eye holes, glowed with a soft golden light along the cracked and weedy asphalt of the path that lead to the front door. The dark glass reflected his own freckled face and the sad, worn living room behind him. A rectangle of bright yellow light appeared in the shadowy image, as Simon emerged from the kitchen balancing two chipped mugs on a Thomas the Tank Engine lap tray.
“Hey,” said Simon, carefully lowering the tray to the stained end table in front of the sagging sofa. “You want a sandwich? I found a tin of corned beef at the back of the cupboard, I could make cheese and beef hash, if you want.”
Harley made a non-committal noise, turning his attention to the tray. Hot chocolate, the cheap, sugary kind that Grandma’s Kitchen gave away as free samples because nobody ever bought it. One of the mugs had a slightly wilted candy cane dissolving into it, filling the air with the smell of peppermint. Simon picked it up and passed it to his brother. Harley took a sip, tasting the buttery sweetness of condensed milk that Simon had used to thicken the watery drink. He grinned, showing the gap where one of his milk teeth had fallen away, then turned back to the window.
“What’chu looking at?” asked Simon, also turning to stare out into the evening gloom.
The toddler-sized figure in the burlap sack and orange romper shook its head, putting one small orange finger to the line of stitched sacking that presumably marked where its mouth should be. In the unsteady light of the jack-o-lanterns, its black button eyes seemed dark and knowing.
“Nothing,” said Harley.
Holmes Brothers
The End by
froodle, in which Simon reads Harley a bedtime story
Drains by
froodle, in which clowns are evil, murderous sacks of shit, and Simon is having none of it
Kaleidoscope by
froodle, in which Simon has cause to regret buying cheap toys at the World o' Stuff
Sneakers by
froodle, in which the latest Sky Monsters are released
Reception by
froodle, in which Simon has problems with his mobile phone
Festival by
froodle, in which Eerie's local businesses celebrate the summer
Strawberry by
froodle, in which there is unauthorised hubbub in Eerie
Anticipation by
froodle, in which Simon and Harley look forward to the Equinox
The Hut by
froodle, in which Simon takes on the forces of Eerie solo
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Harley stood on tiptoe and stared out through the grimy window pane at the night time scene in front of him. Jack-o-lanterns, roughly hewn with crooked grins and lopsided eye holes, glowed with a soft golden light along the cracked and weedy asphalt of the path that lead to the front door. The dark glass reflected his own freckled face and the sad, worn living room behind him. A rectangle of bright yellow light appeared in the shadowy image, as Simon emerged from the kitchen balancing two chipped mugs on a Thomas the Tank Engine lap tray.
“Hey,” said Simon, carefully lowering the tray to the stained end table in front of the sagging sofa. “You want a sandwich? I found a tin of corned beef at the back of the cupboard, I could make cheese and beef hash, if you want.”
Harley made a non-committal noise, turning his attention to the tray. Hot chocolate, the cheap, sugary kind that Grandma’s Kitchen gave away as free samples because nobody ever bought it. One of the mugs had a slightly wilted candy cane dissolving into it, filling the air with the smell of peppermint. Simon picked it up and passed it to his brother. Harley took a sip, tasting the buttery sweetness of condensed milk that Simon had used to thicken the watery drink. He grinned, showing the gap where one of his milk teeth had fallen away, then turned back to the window.
“What’chu looking at?” asked Simon, also turning to stare out into the evening gloom.
The toddler-sized figure in the burlap sack and orange romper shook its head, putting one small orange finger to the line of stitched sacking that presumably marked where its mouth should be. In the unsteady light of the jack-o-lanterns, its black button eyes seemed dark and knowing.
“Nothing,” said Harley.
Holmes Brothers
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Date: 2023-11-21 12:03 am (UTC)Also of Course Harley and Sam would connect.