Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Crafting

[froodle]

“Mars? You up here?”

The wooden steps that lead to the Secret Spot creaked. A jumble of worn out sweaters, gardening tools and rolls and rolls of duct tape swayed unsteadily into view, casting a long shadow over the threadbare area rug in front of the landing. Somewhere deep within the pile, something shifted, and a landslide of debris cascaded across the dusty floorboards.

A moment later, Simon’s face poked over the mounds of makeshift equipment. His face was flushed and his hair was tousled.

“Sorry!” he called, then looked around the shadowy room. “Hey, where are you?”

There was a scuffling noise as Marshall extracted himself from the dark recess between the Evidence Locker and the northern-most wall of the Teller house. He brushed a few cobwebs from his hair with his free hand, the other one holding a thick stack of photographs bound together with brightly coloured hair elastics.

“It’s tighter back there than I remembered,” he said. “For a second I thought I was gonna have to knock the Evidence Locker down to get out.”

“Well, you were fifteen the last time we used that cubby hole,” said Simon. “And even then you made me get in there.”

“Oh yeah,” said Marshall. “Wasn’t that the time you disturbed a nest of Sleepover Gnomes and ended up with a pair of permanent marker spectacles for a week?”

“And a moustache,” said Simon. “If you hadn’t pulled me out, I’m pretty sure they were gearing up to draw buck teeth on me too.”

Marshall tried to stifle a laugh, failed, tried to look contrite, and failed again.

“Sorry,” he said, looking away to hide his grin.

“It’s okay,” said Simon. “I got my revenge when they shaved a bald spot on the back of your head and I didn’t bother telling you.”

Marshall gaped.

“You told me you hadn’t noticed!” he said. “You said you were too short to see it!”

Now it was Simon’s turn to unsuccessfully try muffling his laughter.

“It was a bare patch the size of an ostrich egg,” he gasped, wiping at his eyes. “It would have been visible from space! Ned could probably see it from his home planet!”

“I was walking around with my head half-shaved for almost a week,” Marshall fumed. “Mister Radford gave me a bulk discount on baseball caps for the rest of the summer.”

Simon clasped both hands over his mouth. It didn’t do much to dampen the snort of laughter that burst from behind them.

Marshall eyed the wedge of glossy photographs in his hand.

“Now I wish I’d kept a blackmail stash on you as well,” he said, but even as he said it, he was fighting back a smile of his own.

“Sorry,” Simon giggled, clearly not sorry at all.

Marshall shook his head.

“You’re a dead man, Simon,” he said. “My retribution will come, and when it does it will be horrifying to behold.”

“Aww, no,” said Simon. “Come on. It was the gnomes that did it, not me!”

“They can’t help it,” said Mars. “It’s in their nature. You don’t have that excuse.”

“I just carried forty pounds of craft supplies up your attic stairs,” said Simon, gesturing at the mess still littering the carpet. “Doesn’t that earn me any leniency?”

“I’ll think about it,” said Marshall, crossing to examine the pile. “Why did you bring pruning shears and an economy-sized bag of zip ties over here, anyway?”

Simon shrugged.

“I wasn’t sure what we’d need,” he said. “So I just bought one of everything in the scrapbooking aisle at the World o’ Stuff.”

Marshall fished a pocket-sized medieval flail out of the nearest heap.

“Huh,” was all he said.

“I know,” said Simon. “The Ladies’ Society for the Beautification of Eerie are so badass.”

Marshall tugged a thick roll of pastel-coloured sugar paper loose from the lower slopes of one pile.

“Well, let’s get started,” he said. “Syndi graduates in three days, and I want every single embarrassing haircut, dopey facial expression and unfortunate fashion choice on this banner by the time we get in the car.”

He divided the sheaf of incriminating snapshots in two and passed half to Simon.

“Start with the Miss Tornado Day pictures,” he said. “And remember, there’s no such thing as too sparkly.”

“Operation: Get Killed Horribly Using A College Diploma And Maybe One Of Those Owl Hats is a go,” said Simon.

“Our parents will be there,” said Marshall. “There’s only so much she can do before one of them pulls her off me.”

Simon looked sceptical.





Trusted Associates, Inc.

Halloween by froodle, in which Mars and Simon celebrate a Von Orloff-free All Hallows Eve

Surprise by froodle, in which Mars tries to make sure Simon's birthday goes a little better this year

The Glade by froodle, in which Simon and Mars visit a place that only exists on February 29th

Egg Hunt by froodle, in which Simon and Mars partake of some traditional Easter activities

Boardwalk by froodle, in which Simon and Mars are swayed by radio advertising

Lady in Red by froodle, in which Simon experiments on the old-fashioned radio in the Secret Spot, and horror ensues

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

Seafoam by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall go to the seaside

A Night at the Circus by froodle, in which a carnivale comes to town, and Marshall and Simon do not enjoy themselves

Taking a Break by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall enjoy some much-needed R&R

Model Railway by froodle, in which a new business prepares to open in Eerie

Shoreline by froodle, in which Simon and Marshall investigate strange happenings on the shores of Lake Eerie

Parade by froodle, in which Mars takes issue with the Eerie Beekeepers Association's choice of mascot

Homestead by froodle, in which Marshall finally gets something useful out of shop class

Hound by froodle, in which Simon makes a friend

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

Slyboots by froodle, in which a certain corporal of the infernal regions comes to Eerie. Crossover with Johannes Cabal the Necromancer.

Waterlogged by froodle, in which Eerie experiences heavy rainfall

Festival by froodle, in which Eerie's local businesses celebrate the summer

Strawberry by froodle, in which there is unauthorised hubbub in Eerie

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

Facilities by froodle, in which the Eerie Bus Station and Supper Club has a problem with the men's toilet

Anticipation by froodle, in which Simon and Harley look forward to the Equinox

Castle by froodle, in which there is unexpected architecture in Eerie

Visitor in which Marshall's grandma comes to stay

Euclid by froodle, in which Marshall and Simon investigate strange events at the Eerie Cemetery

The Hut by froodle, in which Simon takes on the forces of Eerie solo





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]

Aww, siblings! This is so fantastic! <3

[froodle]

"CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR HIGHER EDUCATION ACHIEVEMENTS! Also, hahah remember when you had a Dorothy Hamill haircut? YOU DO NOW!"

[eviinsanemonkey.livejournal.com]

ahahahaha this is glorious!

oh Mars. This is going to end so poorly

[froodle]

shes going to choke him out with the ribbon off her diploma