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eerieindiana(I was talking to Froodle and we decided this is totally necessary. I apologize for the craptastic banner)
What it is: A fest of Eerie Fic! Including Eerie, Indiana and Eerie, Indiana: The Other Dimension. Just comment with your prompts and write for any prompt that speaks to you. That easy!
Rules:
1) Only one prompt per comment, please, but feel free to comment as many times as you want
2) Prompts can be anything. Song lines, words, ideas, pictures; anything goes. Just no NSFW pics
2) Prompts can be filled an unlimited number of times
3) All ratings and genres allowed
4) Rate all stories in the subject line of the comment (i.e., Title of Story, Rating)
6) All pairings and gen fic allowed.
7) Have fun. No, really, it's a rule. It's required. If you aren't having fun the Garbage men will come for you.
What it is: A fest of Eerie Fic! Including Eerie, Indiana and Eerie, Indiana: The Other Dimension. Just comment with your prompts and write for any prompt that speaks to you. That easy!
Rules:
1) Only one prompt per comment, please, but feel free to comment as many times as you want
2) Prompts can be anything. Song lines, words, ideas, pictures; anything goes. Just no NSFW pics
2) Prompts can be filled an unlimited number of times
3) All ratings and genres allowed
4) Rate all stories in the subject line of the comment (i.e., Title of Story, Rating)
6) All pairings and gen fic allowed.
7) Have fun. No, really, it's a rule. It's required. If you aren't having fun the Garbage men will come for you.
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Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 11:41 am (UTC)RE: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 11:44 am (UTC)Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 12:52 pm (UTC)Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 12:53 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 01:37 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 01:39 pm (UTC)Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 01:43 pm (UTC)he's also trying to think of how to get back at Wednesday even though he knows it won't work
Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 01:44 pm (UTC)Pay Attention, part 6
Date: 2015-09-05 02:59 pm (UTC)"You're going after them," said Billy Millions. It wasn't a question, but Harley nodded anyway.
"This all started at the lake," he said. "That's where I'm headed now. I just wanted to say thank you before I left."
Billy laughed his strange, abrupt laugh, pulling off his bright yellow rubber gloves as he did so.
"We should be thanking you," he said. "Or that girl of yours, anyway. For nearly seventy years, the Unkind Ones have fought and died to protect this town, and in a single night you kids did more to hurt them than we've managed this whole time."
"They'll be back, though," said Harley. "Lower-level baddies like that, there's always more of them."
"Of course," said Billy. "And we'll be there to fight them. Entry-level enemies respawning is how you know there's a bigger threat out there that needs to be taken care of. Besides, if the lackeys don't ooze back together and start attacking innocent townsfolk again, what will the supporting characters have to do while the hero of the story goes on his quest to find and eliminate the real villain?"
Harley flushed. "I didn't mean..." he began, but Billy Millions held up one hand and shook his head, smiling.
"Son, my family started this gang in 1935," he said. "I've known since I was a boy that my job would be to watch my father lead his men against the forces that threatened Eerie, and to see him die doing it, and then to repeat the whole tale over again with men, and a kid, of my own." His smile became a little wistful. "So you see, I can tell when someone's following a tale that's only half-told, because I'm in one myself."
Harley put down the plate he was holding, and stared at his hands.
"Sometimes, I feel like I'm two people," he said. "Like that girl with the corpse-heart in the fairytale. Like I had my story, but now I'm also living Simon's, right alongside it and woven all through mine." He looked at Billy Millions' kindly, bearded face. "I think the story wanted him, but it got me instead."
Billy put one large hand on his shoulder and pulled him into a warm hug that smelled of leather and motor-oil.
"We don't always get to pick the kind of story we're in," he said. "Sometimes it starts with an enchanted typewriter or cursed script pages. Sometimes it's a fairytale, and you don't know 'til the end if it's pre- or post-Disney." He pulled away, holding Harley at arms length and looking him in the eye. "But I think your brother would be proud of you, and I know he'd want you to be happy, so if you walk away right now, nobody would blame you."
"That's a test," said Harley. "You're not a real hero until you have a chance to back down and you turn it down."
Billy shook his head. "You are one genre-savvy kid," he said admiringly. "And now, since your girlfriend already has her magic pencil, and your pal with the grey hair has his marks, it's high time you got your Object of Significance, don't you?" He pulled a key from the pocket of his leather vest. A Harley Davidson keyfob dangled from it.
"I can't ride a motorcycle," said Harley.
Billy grinned so broadly that his gold teeth glinted in the florescent light of the clubhouse kitchen.
"This isn't your standard ignition key," he said. "And what it starts? That's no motorcycle."
Um... like, Pay Attetnino verse, but not related. PG?
Date: 2015-09-05 03:39 pm (UTC)Harley stood in line at the Eerie Bait Shop and Sushi Bar lunch counter, twisting the large ring on his forefinger and worrying.
"It is very cool," he thought, staring at it. Seen from a distance, the ring was a plain band of lead-grey and badly scratched al over it's dull surface. Up close, however, the seemingly random scratches resolved themselves into dozens of tiny, intricate drawings.
Elvis crooned into a microphone. The World o' Stuff sign caught the light and winked in a way that resembled flickering neon. The Foreverware symbol was made out of thousands of tiny Eerie No. 2 pencil stubs, and in one of the loops, Bigfoot was rummaging in a large garbage can. All their stories were there, etched in metal that had come from another world, if only you were paying enough attention when you looked.
That was the problem, of course; Harley did pay attention, to drawings, to stories, to jewellery. So he knew that when a ring showed up in a tale, it almost always carried more significance than it ought to.
The line shuffled forward, and Harley gave his order to a tentacle monster in a truly ridiculous Nic Cage mask. If he hadn't been preoccupied, he might found a polite way to point out to the otherwise amiable creature making his bento box that, if you wanted to pass as a normal, regular human, you absolutely did not run around wearing a picture of Nic Cage's face printed out and stuck on a paper plate with holes cut out for the eyes.
The ring had been a birthday present, his first in over a decade. Sara Sue had flushed and ducked her head when she thrust the newspaper-wrapped bundle at him, and her long hair had swung forward to obscure her face, while her eyes remained fixed on her shoes to avoid his gaze.
As Harley left the shop and opened the styrofoam box that contained his lunch, one of the pteranodons which nested in the attic of the Mark Twain boarding house swooped down and tried to steal it. His thrown punch was instinctive; but the spiked metal gauntlet that enveloped his fist and forearm just before he made contact came as a surprise.
The pteranodon shrieked in pain and outrage and wheeled away, squawking insults over its shoulder as it fled. Harley stood in the middle of Main Street, watching it go, and laughed until his sides ached.
Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 05:35 pm (UTC)Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 05:36 pm (UTC)Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 08:25 pm (UTC)Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 08:26 pm (UTC)that and David Krumholtz
Re: Um... like, Pay Attetnino verse, but not related. PG?
Date: 2015-09-05 08:28 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 08:35 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Much Too Sinister, T for creepy
Date: 2015-09-05 08:36 pm (UTC)RE: Re: Um... like, Pay Attetnino verse, but not related. PG?
Date: 2015-09-05 08:37 pm (UTC)Re: Um... like, Pay Attetnino verse, but not related. PG?
Date: 2015-09-05 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-12 07:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-12 09:32 am (UTC)Tell me a story about the Radfords. Either or both, doesn't matter. Tell me Fred Sugg's backstory, or what Radford was really doing in those missing six months. Tell me anything, but make it about the Radfords.
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Date: 2015-09-12 12:49 pm (UTC)which.
well.
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Date: 2015-09-12 12:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-12 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-09-12 05:03 pm (UTC)