Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Breakfast Conversations

[froodle]

“Syndi!” said the Terminator, peaking from around the milk carton.

Syndi Teller gave the time-travelling robot a scornful look from under her bangs and continued eating her cornflakes.

The Terminator danced back and forth across the tablecloth in increasing agitation, almost knocking over a half-full glass of orange juice as he did so.

“Syndi!” he called. “Syndi, Syndi, Syndi!”

Syndi sighed heavily.

“What?” she asked.

“Kiss me!” said the Terminator.

“No,” said Syndi. “Go away.”

“Kiss me!” said the Terminator. “Kiss me, Syndi! Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!”

Syndi rolled her eyes. The Terminator continued to jiggle amongst the coffee cups and half-eaten toast slices, all the while calling her name. Syndi considered how much longer this could go on, and the odds of her finishing her breakfast before her patience ran out. Holding her long blonde pigtails away from the sticky jam-covered table, she leaned forward, lips pursed.

The Terminator’s human face flew off, hitting Syndi in the forehead. She shrieked, jerking back in her seat and dropping her spoon. Milk and soggy cereal splattered the front of her pinafore dress and she looked down at the mess in horror.

Marshall Teller, eight years old and swamped in a too-large Giants sweatshirt and pyjama pants covered in rocket ships, screamed with laughter. He screamed even louder when his big sister launched herself at him over the table, knocking him to the Cheerio-littered floor of the breakfast nook, and put him in a headlock.

“Terminator did it!” he wailed. His slipper-sock’d feet kicked madly, trying to get free.

Syndi pushed him down and sat on him, pulling the sleeve of his sweatshirt up past the elbow as she prepared to administer a truly eye-watering Chinese burn.

“Noooooo!” shouted Marshall, twisting his arm free. With a last frantic wriggle, he slipped completely out of the oversized jersey and vanished up the stairs.

Syndi jumped to her feet, preparing to give chase, then paused. She eyed the abandoned jumper still clutched impotently in her white-knuckled fists. Tucking it under her arm, she brushed crushed cornflake crumbs and clinging milk droplets from the front of her dress and calmly mounted the steps that lead to the second floor.

Passing the sticker-spackled door to Marshall’s bedroom, she caught a flash of movement in the thin sliver of the partially-open doorway.

“It’s fine, Marshall,” she called. “I’m not mad. You made me mess up my clothes, so now I’m going to make a nice new dress out of this stupid old football shirt you gave me.”

The door flew open.

“No!” said Marshall.

“Oh yes,” said Syndi, holding the jumper over her head so that the edges dangled just out of her brother’s reach. “I just need to cut the arms off and cover that dumb ugly helmet.”

“No!” screamed Marshall.

“Too late,” said Syndi. “Maybe you should blame Terminator for playing that nasty trick on me.”

“Take his sweater then!” shouted Marshall, stomping his foot.

Syndi held the shirt out at arms’ length, inspecting it critically with her head on one side.

“I think this could use some sparkles,” she said. “I still have that glitter glue Grandma gave me for Christmas.”

“Moooooommmmm!” Marshall howled.





Teller Family History

First Date by froodle, in which a young Edgar Teller shows off one of his earlier inventions

Popcorn by froodle. Friday night is always movie night in the Teller household.

The Teller Home for Displaced Youth by froodle, in which Edgar harbours some doubts about his new home town

Lawn by froodle, in which Marilyn Teller contemplaces some yardwork

Tornado Day, Revisited by froodle, in which Syndi learns exactly what it means to be Miss Tornado Day

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

Culinary Delights by froodle, in which Syndi's terrible cooking may or may not have been an accident

Camping by froodle, in which Syndi cannot sleep

Artist in the Family by froodle, in which an immortal creature takes a liking to Syndi

Without Due Care and Attention by froodle, in which Syndi finally becomes mobile

Waiting In by froodle, in which there is an ice-storm and a handyman does not arrive

Brunch by froodle, in which Marilyn does not appreciate Edgar's help in the kitchen

Handmade by froodle, in which the Tellers receive a Christmas package from Marilyn's mother

Poor Life Choices by froodle, in which Syndi loves her brother anyway

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

Visitor by froodle, in which Marshall's grandma comes to stay

Nap by froodle, in which Marshall has a quiet moment in the Secret Spot

Fresh Sheets by froodle

Tradition by froodle, in which Dash and Marshall decorate a Christmas tree

Hometown by froodle, in which Mars and Syndi visit New Jersey

Comments

[deifire]

OMG! This was the best thing ever to wake up to!

Sibling pranks! Tiny Mars in an oversized Giants sweatshirt! Syndi with glitter glue (which I don't picture ending well at all). Smiling so much right now. :D

[froodle]

XD Glad to make getting out of bed a little less terrible ;D

I really want fanart of bb!Mars in a giant Giants jumper (and evil glitter-witch Syndi)

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

ahahaha this is adorable and glorious! yay Teller Siblings!

[froodle]

:D