Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Giveaway

[froodle]

“Free troll with every milkshake!” read the sign next to the deep-bottomed black storage bin next to the World o' Stuff's ice-cream counter. Hundreds, perhaps thousands, of translucent plastic capsules lay heaped inside. Beneath the thin flexible shell of pastel-shaded plastic, it was just possible to make out the vague outline of a tiny foot, a squashed face or a brightly coloured tuft of hair.

“Oh!” said Marilyn, delighted. “You know, your sister used to collect these when she was younger. I wonder if she’d like one.”

“It’s a trap, Mom,” said Marshall. “The second you open that thing, we’ll have a wart-encrusted goat-eating monster living in the basement and charging us rent for walking over the floor of our own living room.”

His mother ruffled his hair with one hand, using the other to pick through the slick, rattling mounds of cheap toys.

“Oh Mars,” she said fondly. “You say that about everything.” She held up three of the containers for inspection. “Pink, blue or purple?”

Marshall sighed.

“Purple, I guess,” he said. “But don’t blame me when we run out of clean clothes because a giant rock-beast set up shop next to the washing machine.”

“I’ll try not to,” said Marilyn, tossing him the lavender-haired doll with a gentle underarm throw.

Marshall caught it and tucked it into his jacket pocket, scowling. The last troll infestation in the Teller’s subterranean laundry room had taken three weeks to clear up, and he’d lost most of his underwear to the Number 8 dryer at the EerieMat in the meantime.

“You’d better not cause any trouble,” he whispered to the spiteful ball of gimcrackery currently nestled inside his coat. He couldn’t be sure, but he thought he heard a helium-shrill giggle in response.





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

[evilinsanemonkey]

"Oh Marshall, you always say that"

love this!

[froodle]

Poor Mars, nobody heeds his warnings.

[deifire]

“Oh Mars,” she said fondly. “You say that about everything.”

But he's so often right!

Poor Marshall. Maybe he can find somewhere else to wash his underwear this time...

[froodle]

Right? I imagine when they teach the legend of Troy in class and he hears about Cassandra he feels a deep and abiding kinship.

He's still gonna need to buy new undies tho. Knowing won't save them.