Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Foreseeable

[froodle]

Slight crossover with Welcome to Night Vale



Acrid smoke drifted down Main Street, a grey-black haze that set eyes watering and lungs aflame. Marshall Teller pressed the damp sleeve of his shirt across his mouth, took a ragged breath that smelt of wet flannel, coughed twice, and spoke.

"Yep," he said hoarsely. "That went exactly how I thought it would."

"Really?" said Dash, who was rinsing his eyes with holy water and praying the flickering shadow-creatures at the edge of his vision weren't permanent.

"Well, I didn't expect the Loyal Order of Corn's parade float to transmute into a depraved shrine to wheat, wheat by-products and venomous snakes," Marshall admitted. "But once the Eerie Library decided to make a papier mache reference section out of water-damaged pages from the Sorcerer's Bible, it was bound to be a disaster."

"Especially for the Celiac Society," said Simon.

Marshall nodded sagely.

"It's too bad their float was right behind the Order's when everything started to go wrong," he agreed. "I guess they'd have been better off next to Grandma's Kitchen after all."

"Did either of you see what happened to them?" asked Simon. "Dash, weren't you watching their spot on the parade route?"

"Yeah," said Dash. "But I was right in the line of fire when the fortune cookies on the Dragon of the Black Pool gained sentience and started screaming about predetermination so I was sort of distracted."

"Is that what's in your eyes?" Simon asked, aghast. "Fortune cookie dust?"

"And soy sauce, and I think maybe microscopic particles of egg roll," said Dash.

"Oh no," said Mars. "Are you seeing the shadowy outlines of paths not taken all over the place?"

Dash squinted.

"I'm seeing shadows," he said. "I don't know that they represent different realities bleeding through into our world, though. Mostly they look like huge, kinda blurry lobsters just wandering all over the place."

"How huge?" asked Simon. "Godzilla versus Audrey Hepburn huge or all-you-can-eat challenge bowl at the Eerie Baitshop and Sushi Bar huge?"

Dash thought for a moment.

"Sushi bar," he said after a pause.

Mars and Simon let out simultaneous sighs of relief.

"It's just Leviathan's Revenge," said Mars. "We had the same thing at the Good Friday Fish Fry and Revenant Hunt at Lake Eerie last year. You'll be fine as long as we pan-fry some samphire with rock salt and offer it up to the Deep Ones before the next king tide."

"This is a weird town," said Dash.





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