Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Play Date

[froodle]

The Bogeyman’s eyes were two burning yellow slits in the deep shadow cast by his tall black hat. The December breeze made his cloak snap and billow behind him like a dark cloud blotting out the sun, and the three spectral hounds that accompanied him strained at their leads, their great claws gouging great furrows in the muddy earth, their jowls covered in foam, their teeth bared.

“Thank you so much for doing this,” said Simon, who no longer had to bend down to unclip Sparky’s harness. The three-headed Hellhound bounced in place as the blessed silver restraining him was removed, barking his approval in several dead languages.

“No, thank you,” said the Bogeyman, and his voice was the deep boom of the waves against a cliff face, the slither of many-legged things crawling in dark places, and the hoarse whisper of a man dying slowly of thirst. He also had a heavy Yorkshire accent. “This was a very good idea you had.”

He knelt and, with white-gloved hands, untied the jangling chain collars from around the smoky and insubstantial necks of the Black Shucks. They immediately vanished in a wisp of fire and brimstone, reappearing in a circle around Sparky. They bayed, and an unkindness of ravens rose from the surrounding trees like a black swarm and took flight. Sparky licked the nearest one with a grey-green tongue covered in barbs, and his tail wagged hard enough to set the surrounding air alight with bluish Hellfire.

Simon and the Bogeyman took a seat on a green-painted picnic bench. The Bogeyman produced a thermos from the depths of his cloak, followed by a brown paper bag, folded at the top.

“Would you care for a cookie?” he asked. “They’re home-made,” he added, in the sepulchral tones of one imparting a great and terrible truth.

“Thank you,” said Simon, and took one. He removed a neatly-wrapped package of sandwiches from his backpack, stowing away the Hellhound bridle as he did so. “Help yourself to a sandwich.”

“Much appreciated,” said the Bogeyman, and chose a sausage and cheese roll with brown sauce.

On the grassy knoll, Sparky and the Black Shucks chased each other in wide, burning circles.





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

[froodle]

oh my god my nan used to make that and then get really annoyed when her preteen grandkids giggled at it. to this day i see itmon a menu and im like, fucking hell nana

[undeadpeach.livejournal.com]

I hate raisins though. Is there other flavors?

[froodle]

MY mum made a rolled suet pudding with chocolate chips and orange peel - its basically the same receipe without raisons. IDK if that technically counts as spotted dick; it was delish tho!

[undeadpeach.livejournal.com]

That sounds delish! :-D

[froodle]

it was so good! never lasted more than a few hours after cooking.

[undeadpeach.livejournal.com]

The best of the best will always be cheesecake. OMG.

[froodle]

i bought a ginger and mulled wine cheesecake for xmas - it was gorgdous but so heavy, we ended up bringing it to mikes mums house so that other ppl would help us eat it up!

[undeadpeach.livejournal.com]

Cheesecake is a gorgeous dessert. :9

[froodle]

it was good, def required help to eat tho!