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Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Woozy
Marshall lowered himself carefully into the least-wobbly kitchen chair and set the crutches aside with a sigh of relief. He flexed his cramping hands and turned them palm-up, frowning at the angry red lines across the palms and the white-ish tell-tale blotches of incipient blisters.
The salve he’d gotten from whichever Wilson twin worked in the Eerie Apocathery and Yoga Studio was still on the kitchen counter, infuriatingly out of reach. He made a half-hearted attempt to pull it towards him using the handle of one crutch as a hook, and it skittered over the Formica counter-top and fell behind the shoe rack. Worse, it took the three taped-together chopsticks he’d been using to scratch beneath his cast with it. He tipped his head back, staring at the water stain on the ceiling shaped like an unknowable horror from outside space-time, and groaned.
The door that opened straight onto the living room swung open, dragging on the brown shag-pile carpet, and Dash looked in.
“What’s up with you now?” he demanded.
“Well,” said Marshall, annoyed. “My ankle’s broken, my hands hurt, I think an Elder God is trying to manifest through the kitchen ceiling, and I just knocked a bunch of stuff onto the wellington boots that Simon uses to go mudsnake-hunting in.”
Dash kicked the once-yellow rubber boots aside, smearing mud and mudsnake venom across the tired linoleum floor as he did so, and fished for the paper bag bearing the Happy Brothers logo amidst the various mismatched sneakers. He located it wedged inside the half-peeled sole of a Sky Monster ReDux and tossed it across the table. Marshall grabbed for it, missed, and the bag hit the floor and burst.
“Nice,” said Dash.
“Give me a break,” snapped Marshall. “I can’t jump for things right now, so you’ll have to stop constantly fumbling every throw.”
“Oh,” said Dash. “You’re right, that was definitely my fault, and not the fault of the idiot who can’t hear a thunder clap without diving for cover, tripping over the curb and face-planting into a drainage ditch.”
“When you’ve been targeted by a killer tornado, a sentient glowing cloud that throws dead animals at your head, and a heatwave-causing frog who blames you for his lack of success with women, you’ll understand,” said Marshall darkly.
“We had to pay to have that Amish couples’ limousine valeted after they drove you to the hospital,” said Dash.
“You could have defaulted,” said Mars. “Or paid with fairy gold. Don’t you have any of that stolen leprechaun horde left?”
Dash rolled his eyes.
“It turned back into leaves days ago,” he said. “You know it never lasts past dawn. Besides, this isn’t a delivery guy or the utilities company we’re dealing with, this is the Amish. Half the town’s in their pocket, and if we tried scamming them, you wouldn’t be the only one sitting here with a broken leg.”
“Oh,” mumbled Marshall, embarrassed. “Yeah.”
“How much medication are you on?” asked Dash. “Never mind forgetting how dangerous the Amish are, you just straight-up encouraged me to steal.”
“I don’t know,” Marshall admitted. “It’s possible I let Bert and Ernie both give me something for the pain.”
Dash sat down at the table. He was grinning.
“This seems like a great time to renegotiate the cleaning rota,” he said.
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And I want to know more about his encounters with the Glow Cloud and the Frog now...
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Yes, why does the Glow Cloud have it in for Mars specifically?
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this is wonderful!
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