Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Obedience

[froodle]

The Undying God was in the conifers, whispering through the needles. A lined face appeared amidst the bark and the boles, the scales of the heavy spruce cones spreading wide. The robins that flitted from branch to branch grew still and silent, their black eyes turned to the confrontation taking place below.

“Simon,” rustled the Undying God, its voice the endless running of the stream that carves waterways through bedrock. “Simon Holmes.”

Simon stared upwards, one hand raised to shield his eyes from the pale winter sun that shone straight into his face. His other hand was a fist clenched tight around a heavy leash made of bear sinew and mountain root. A dread Hellhound, fur coal-black and covered in a guard coat of writhing vipers, strained at the other end of the rope.

“Your thrice-accursed dog keeps pissing in my sacred grove,” the Undying God rumbled, shaking the earth around it.

Simon’s mouth opened to form a carefully scripted apology, attempting to pull Sparky to heel as he did so. Gleipnir parted with a twang and the fearsome beast leapt forward.

“Get back here!” shouted Simon.

Sparky ignored him, all three heads lowered as he gave an exploratory snuffle at the roots of the God-Tree.

“Bad dog!” rasped the Undying God, tectonic plates grinding against each other as it spoke.

“Oh, Sparky, no,” said Simon sadly.





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

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Re: More Eerie as written by my cat

[deifire]

When the cat woke up, she found that Mr. Radford had called the mayor, who also declared her to be the greatest kitty ever, and then decided that today should be an official town holiday in her honor.

It became an annual tradition, during which every year the good citizens of Eerie sacrificed one of their own to ensure her continued health and well-being.

She stayed with Marshall and Simon because they were clever and because they knew how to work a can opener. And also because every once in a while, they would realize there was something wrong.

"Simon," Marshall said one day when she woke up, "didn't we used to do things besides taking care of this cat?"

"I...I don't know, Mars," Simon replied. "I feel like I remember there used to be something else...something important..."

She jumped onto Marshall's chest and began to knead his Giants sweatshirt while looking into his eyes and purring.

"Or maybe not," Marshall said. "I can't imagine anything could ever be more important than this cat."

"Yeah," said Simon, also starting to fall back under the spell of her purr and her very cute wide, blue eyes. "I guess you're right."

But she could tell by their scent and the look in their eyes that deep down, part of them knew. Part of them would always be fighting her influence. And would never quite be strong enough.

She curled up on Marshall's chest and went to sleep, content in the warmth and the smell of human misery.

Re: More Eerie as written by my cat

[froodle]

this.is.perfect.

Now all I want to do is read Eerie fanfiction written by cats. Like, for the rest of my life, to the point of not eating or sleeping.

Re: More Eerie as written by my cat

[deifire]

There is absolutely not a cat reading this right now and purring at the thought of a job well done...

RE: Re: More Eerie as written by my cat

[froodle]

of course if the whole world starves to death due to eerie catfic who will feed her?

oh wait, she'll just eat our corpses...