Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Camoflage

[froodle]

Fifi stepped through the huge double doors of Vanity Fur, leaving the cool and shadowed interior for the bright lights of the sun-drenched street. The gentle waves of her fur shone with a pastel rainbow of colours, trimmed and teased and blow-dried to cloud-soft perfection that begged to be touched. Benji and Fluffy, her faithful Hench Hounds, had been stationed outside during her treatment. Now they fell into step beside her as she crossed the road, attracting admiring glances from passing humans.

“Are you sure about this?” said Fluffy, his voice muffled by the decoy lead he carried in his mouth.

“Oui,” said Fifi. “Ze protective colouration will provide the perfect infiltration opportunity.”

Fluffy said no more, but his pale blue eyes were dark with misgivings. Benji, dour and uncommunicative as ever, offered no opinions either way, preferring to snap and growl at pedestrians who strayed too close to the trio.

At the corner where Lewton-Tourneur met Normal Avenue, they met the dog who always wore two coats. Today he was brilliant in aquamarine and fuchsia, guarding the mouth of an alley whose trash cans were repositories for Eerie’s finest Italian garbage and therefore a favourite for canine courtship. He nodded as they passed, the pre-arranged signal that the coast was clear. Fifi’s pace increased, her glossy blue-painted nails clicking against the hot pavement.

Outside number 999, a girl lay stretched out on a blue and white sun lounger. Her face was shadowed by a huge floppy hat, her eyes hidden behind over-sized sunglasses and the magazine she held. Fluffy and Benji stopped a little way up the street, concealed by a vast rhododendron bush. Fluffy continued on alone, prancing up the pale flagstone driveway like a living burst of cotton candy.

Syndi Teller looked up from the glossy pages of the 1992 Official Watcher’s Guide to Todd and Donna. Her free hand went to her mouth and she raised herself to a sitting position.

“Hello beautiful,” she said, dropping the book to the withered summer-time lawn. “What are you doing out here all alone?”

Fifi cocked her multi-coloured head to one side and whined. She trotted up to the sun lounger and pawed at an empty lemonade glass sat in the shadows beside it.

“Oh, puppy,” said Syndi, getting up. “You come inside with me and get a nice drink.”

Fifi stuck close to the unwary human’s heels as she mounted the Teller’s front steps and opened the white-painted wooden door. She pattered down the dim corridor behind Syndi, her tail wagging in an only partially-simulated display of delight.

The door closed behind them. Fluffy looked at Benji. As far as he could tell beneath the long fringe, Benji looked back at him.

“Stage one of Operation Infiltrate and Annihilate is complete,” said Fluffy. “We should return to the home base and inform our brothers and sisters of our glorious success.”

Benji grunted. The two Hench Hounds turned and headed back the way they came.

Inside the Teller house, Syndi filled a saucer from the kitchen tap and set it on the floor, then rummaged in the refrigerator for a suitable snack. She found the twelve-pack of hot dogs that Marshall had stashed behind the left-over curried cauliflower casserole and emptied them into a small mixing bowl.

Fifi smiled, all of her small, sharp teeth on display.





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 cannot end well...

[evilinsanemonkey]

i'm trying to decide who's in more danger: Syndi or Fifi...

[froodle]

Marshall. It's always Marshall.

[froodle]

Not for anyone, I think...

[evilinsanemonkey]

uhoh...

[froodle]

Dundunduuuuuuun!