Better Weird than Dead: An Eerie, Indiana Fic Fest

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(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.

Comments

[froodle]

"Don't try to turn this into a teachable moment"

[froodle]

And also, because we just hit our fourth page of comments:

"Four"

Four, Mars/Dash, rated G

[deifire]

Filling this on the fourth day of the year for the fourth Snowflake Challenge.

***
Ten Years Later

The bedside clock reads four a.m. Dash was only dreaming. At least...

His eyes dart around the room, and he becomes aware he’s muttering under his breath when Marshall rolls over and blinks at him.

"Are you counting the walls?" Marshall asks.

"Yeah," says Dash, too tired to make something up.

"Oh," says Marshall. "Are they all still there?"

"Yeah," Dash confirms. "All four of them."

"Good." Marshall takes his hand. "I hate that nightmare, too."

Dash curls up beside him. He closes his eyes and tries convincing himself he has no doubts everything here is real.

[deifire]

"You changed your hair."

[deifire]

So there's a disgusting blob of ectoplasm that almost got cut out of "Hole in the Head Gang." It's visible in the scene, but nobody ever mentions it.

What is it? Where does it come from? Who's responsible for it? Why does nobody ever talk about it?

[froodle]

Based on personal experience, I'd say it comes from TK Maxx, as do so many unsettling things:

https://eerieindiana.dreamwidth.org/500756.html

[froodle]

I would love a crossover involving Eerie, Indiana's Bureau of Lost and Just Add Magic's Lost and Fondue.

[deifire]

*g*

I may have some incoherent notes on this from yesterday...

[froodle]

In Part Two of the Reality Takes a Holiday script post - http://eerie-indiana.livejournal.com/181512.html - deifire noticed the golf cart Simon and Dash ride on has a small golden pyramid symbol on the front. Tell me exactly what Bill Cipher was doing in Eerie, and what he has to do with the series finale and ultimate cancellation.

Eerie Indiana Gothic

[froodle]

So you know that regional gothic meme where it's written in the second person and it's all sPoOkY and mOrBiD and wEiRd? (have a look here for some hilarious and wonderful examples) That, but Eerie.

[friendof_dorothy]

Is there a Dash x in the Other Dimension? if so...i would like some fic about his relationship with Mitchell and Stanley (and Rodney, if you want +1000000000000 points)

Eerie Indiana Prompt:

[froodle]

"A single finger on the monkey's paw curls"

Eerie Indiana Prompt:

[froodle]

"Not like this."

FILL: It's Good to Have a Friend (Janet/Melanie, Dash/Mars but they're mostly background .<., E+)

[friendof_dorothy]

a/n i just wanted to write soft dash. shoot me if you must.

“Not like this!” Janet pleaded, as Dash held onto her arm with both of his. Down below her was nothing but blackness and stillness. Certain death at the bottom of a casam if she fell. Janet had come back from the brink before; but this was different. It felt different. “Please don’t let me fall!”

“I’m doing my best.” He grunted, trying to find purchase on the dirt with his feet, but all he was really managing to do was kick up dirt. Wally hadn’t seen fit to give them a storm in forever; the ground was dry and dusty. It really didn’t help that Janet was swinging backwards and forward with the wind, and the momentum of her trying to get traction on the side of the cliff to pull herself up.

Another tiny earthquake rocked the earth, sending a spill of tiny rocks and dirt into Janet’s hair, and temporarily making Dash loosen his grip as he tried to not fall over the edge himself. If Janet died, Monroe might have another heart attack. Marshall would certainly throw caution to the wind and kill him. Simon might not stop him.

This was all Marshall’s fault anyway. He hadn’t figured out how yet. Marshall usually didn’t seem the sort to mess with natural disasters. Wally’s new junior presenter also didn’t have much to do with Marshall but there had to be something. He’d find it out after he managed to save Janet’s life.

His shoulders was on fire, they felt like they were about to be wretched from his body from the stress of holding up another person who was basically deadweight.He could feel a persistent twitch running along his muscles as they strained against his skin like they were trying to break free. All he could do was pray that they didn’t start in his hands. And he didn’t pray, not to anything or anyone if he could help it.

Jesus, they were going to prom next week. Monroe hasn’t even enacted her dramatic prom-posal for her yet. She had a huge horror movie themed sign made, and a Carrie costume to wear; everything. Dash had helped her make it, and originally he thought he just wanted to pour blood on her head but realized...Yeah. Marshall had really roped him into this friendship crap.

Dropping Janet had nothing to do with how bad it would make everyone else feel. It was about how it would make him feel because despite it all. Despite the arguing, the bickering and maybe even jealousy before she got together with Monroe, Janet was his friend. The realization in and of itself surprises him enough that he almost drops her. She must feel the minute loosening of his hand because she starts screaming.

“Don’t drop me! Oh, God! Oh, God I’m gonna die!”

“You’re not gonna die!” He shouted back, feeling renewed fight.

He tried again to get her up over the lip. But it was no use, he wasn’t strong enough. Janet was still clinging on for dear life. The toe of one pink converse managed to make contact with the wall. The relief in his shoulder was instant. Suddenly, she wasn’t deadweight. She had one foot out of the grave, he thought, humorlessly.

Her other hand scrambled out, her fingertips bloody from grabbing helplessly at the chasam wall. Now she was stable, she could finally, finally, reach up onto firm ground and allow Dash to help her over the ledge. She looked manic, her eyes blown wide with fear, and perhaps disbelief that she’d survived. He felt a bit like that, but still kept his head screwed firmly onto his shoulders.

She hugs him, suddenly and with such force that they both fall to the ground, away from the ledge. His arms are aching bone deep, and his front is coated in dirt but he’s not angry. How could he be? Janet seems to be weeping in relief, and is just muttering thank you, over and over again. He tried to assure her that she was fine, but it didn’t help. She just kept crying and he kept awkwardly rubbing her back

They sat there for a while, while the ground shook under them. But they didn’t move. His arms felt like lead, and Janet was practically dead weight on him anyway. Finally, after one big and particularly devastating shake that seems to also shake Janet from her stupor, it stops. She lifts her tearstained face to look at him in surprise, before they both look around as the world begins to put itself together again.

The chasam starts to rise again. The house starts to right itself and over head, it begins to rain. Weatherman Wally has been restored to his rightful position, he thought, urging Janet to stand. He didn’t really want to stick around to find out if this particular piece of ground was going to try to rest itself. She did, but barely. She had to hold onto his arm to stop from falling over.

Conceringly, he didn’t want her to let go.

“Dash.” She says, as they slowly made their way toward the road, in which snakes of tar were fixing the cracks. “Thank you. I mean it.”

‘Yeah, whatever. You owe me.” He says, so that she won’t think he’s going soft on him.

“You can eat off my lunch tray every day for the rest of highschool.” She assures him, trying to lift the mood. Monroe is sprinting towards them, followed by Slick, (who seemed to be limping?), Simon and, surprisingly, Syndi. He decanted her onto Monroe’s arm, and they went into the house. Mrs Teller had a coupon to Eerie Pizza, and not even the apocalypse itself could stop them delivering.

If he falls asleep on Slick’s shoulder, wearing his spare pajamas and wrapped in an oversized fluffy towel amongst his friends, while watching Halloween and listening to Simon explain how they saved the day then no one mentions it. He’s too tired to even make fun of the side of his head that seems to have had a haphazard haircut with a lightning bolt.

[friendof_dorothy]

Live Another Life

[froodle]

"Came back wrong"

FILL: And It's Not Here (Janet/Marshall, implied past Dash/Marshall)

[friendof_dorothy]

That wasn’t Janet Donner. Dash X knew where Janet Donner was and it certainly wasn’t sitting in Marshall’s lap at the Christmas family held jointly by the Donners, the Tellers, and the Monroes. He took a long sip of his punch and crushed the grape that was floating in the sprite and ginger ale concoction between his back teeth.

Mars smiled at his girlfriend and used one long finger to brush her red, over straightened hair away from her face. Whoever Not-Janet was, she was a good copy. So good only he seemed to notice the difference. Her eyes were the same dark, liquid brown. Her hair was just the right shade of flaming red. Even the scar just under her left eye was perfectly faded. But Dash x knew where Janet Donner was and it wasn’t sitting in Marshall’s lap, catching his finger playfully between her teeth.

He wanted to act, to rip her away, and demand to know why she’d come here but he didn’t know if she was dangerous and if she was he didn’t want to endanger Marshall. He felt a presence beside him and he turned to look at Melanie Monroe, her eyes narrowed at him. She didn’t know where Janet Donner was, but she knew that this wasn’t her. She looks like she might say something, but she doesn’t. Not in front of Marshall. Instead, she shuffles him off into the back room. Dash crushes a second grape between his teeth as she pushes him into the downstairs bathroom.

“That’s not Janet,” Melanie says, a hand firmly resting on her left him. She has a sharp face, lots of thin lines, and sharp cheeks. She isn’t smiling, and one of her hands rests open-palmed on his chest.

“No, it’s not.” He says, unmoving. A long second passes, neither of them speaking, both trying to win a staring contest. Melanie had never warmed to him. Janet had, in her own way. They used to metal detect by the lake together. She’d fully been prepared to concede to him in the race for Marshall’s heart. Melanie has piercing, hostile eyes. She wins the contest, Dash looks away and catches sight of his reflection in the mirror. Three long scratches are visible on his left cheek that Janet had left there.

“Where is she, Dash?” Melanie asks, and it’s almost...Desperate. That’s not a phrase he’d usually come to associate with Melanie. She was forceful, angry, strong-willed, and stubborn. Not desperate. There is a knock at the door. Simon enters, the space becomes even more crowded and the air gets thinner.

“That’s not Janet.” He says to them both, his eyebrows creasing in concern. “In Marshall’s lap.”

“No, it’s not,” Melanie says, but her eyes remain on Dash, her fingernails are cut short, but painted with professional looking french tips. Her red, festive shirt is cut low enough that the scar from her heart transplant is plainly visible. Sometimes, he thinks he would like to touch it, to see if he can feel where Melanie ends and Devon begins. He does not. “Where is Janet, Dash? I know you know. “
“Dash knows?” Simon asks, a step behind the eight ball.

“He has to know. He was her buddy in the Eerie Mountain investigation.”

“Eerie Mountain?” Simon asks, his eyebrows seemingly drawing even closer together. “That was months ago.”

“That was the last time I saw Janet. Going into the mountains with Dash. So he has to know where she is.”

“Did you do something to her?” Simon asks, “She’s your friend.”

“Where is she?” Melanie asks again, “Please, Dash.” He looked at her, then back to Simon then back to her.

“She never left Eerie, Mountain.” He says, and Melanie’s hand falls away from his chest to her mouth to cover a sob. Simon is so stunned he can’t move. “She fell down a cliffside. I went after her, but…”

“Oh my God.” Melanie says, “Oh my God.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Simon demands, his voice a harsh whisper.

“Because...When I got back to the group, to get you, or Marshall, there she was! Alive! I thought...I thought maybe I just made it all up.” Melanie shook her head twice, then pushed away from him, and Simon into the hallway. The air between them is heavy with loss.

“You thought you made it up?”

“I thought things would just go back to normal. That this other Janet would be fine.”

“Well. She isn’t.”

“Does Marshall know?”

“Even if he did, he’d never admit to it. He loves Janet too much.” They’re both stuck then. Dash tips the last of his drink into his mouth and crushes the final grape. Then, he leaves the bathroom. He tries to blot out the image of Janet’s neck at the wrong angle from his mind by pilerfing whiskey from a bottle in Edgar’s home office in what was once Syndi’s room. It’s hot, it burns and it’s probably the cheapest he could get his hands on. Dash is no whiskey connoisseur but this stuff tastes it. It doesn’t work, and Janet’s surprised scream bounces around inside his skull. This time, he drinks straight from the bottle before replacing it. Nerves steeled, he re-enters the part, prepared to face Not-Janet.

She’s exactly where he left her, sitting in Marshall’s lap, whispering in his ear. When he looks at her, she turns to look at him and she smiles with far too many teeth, the whites of her eyes turning blue, taunting him.

He spares a look at Melanie Monroe, but she doesn’t look back. No one is looking at him, except for her. He knows where Janet Donner is, and it’s not here.

[froodle]

"All the doors are open now."

[froodle]

"Oh, it's incredibly dangerous, that's why it's behind a velvet rope."

Alexandria Archives/Eerie Indiana

[froodle]

What if Sara Sue's family was an offshoot of the Alexandria Archives' Project BOB?

[froodle]

One of my favourite tropes in fiction is the Rashomon story, where the same series of events is told by several different characters and the narrative differs wildly depending on the teller.

Write me a Rashomon story. Any characters, any setting.

[froodle]

It's the first day of 2020 and already my inbox is overflowing with emails offering "new year, new you." Doppelgangers, evil twins, changeling babies, android replacements - anything surrounding a new (false) version of a character we know and love.

A Plus B Equals C -T+ - Mitchell/Rodney, Mdash

[friendof_dorothy]

note: Mitchell, Rodney, Marshall, Dash, Janet and Jamie are all 18+

“So which one is the real Rodney?” Marshall asked, folding his legs one over the other. He was sat atop the counter in the Taylor house kitchen, a bowl of x shaped cheese crackers in his lap. Mitchell sighed and crossed his arms over his chest.

“I don’t know. I can’t tell them apart.”

The Rodney with a large A on his forehead glared at them, while Rodney with a B in blue pen sat back, perfectly calm. As if he was caught in a situation where a robot version of himself tried to kill his boyfriend at least once a week. Both would be plausible reactions for Rodney, and it shone no light on the issue. Dash helped himself to a handful of crackers, stuffing them into his mouth with little care or grace.

“What do you mean you can’t tell them apart? He’s your boyfriend!” He said, spitting wet crumbs all over Simon's head. Simon groaned and moved to a different stool at the kitchen bench.

“Yeah, but the robot is an exact replica of him.”

“Does Rodney have any new scars that the robot would not have?” Mitchell frowned in thought, trying to imagine it.

“I- I don’t know. Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“I’ve never even seen him with his shirt off,” Mitchell admitted. Marshall scoffed, Dash helped himself to more crackers. Simon thwacked him in the arm, but instead of sharing he just scoffed them faster.

“So you're like...Never…”

“No, we haven’t quite gone there yet.”

“Huh,” Marshall said, finally.

“Maybe you’re not really the same person after all.” Dash quipped, unusually cheerful for a life or death situation.

“You guy’s first time was in a cupboard being chased by an irradiated goldfish. I’m hoping for something more romantic.” Mitchell deadpanned.

“I’ll keep that in mind when you let me out of here.” Rodney A grumbled, fighting against the ropes. But it was no use; as it turned out Simon’s brief time in the Eerie Boyscouts had done them a service aside from providing Dash with ample joke fodder.

“I told you that I’d wait until you were ready.” Rodney B says, remaining calm. His bound wrists remained still in his lap.

“Well, what’s something about you only Rodney would know?” Marshall asked, grabbing the box of crackers to replenish his bowl.

“Your middle name is Francis!” Rodney B says, lighting fast.

“You have a mole shaped like a duck on your ass.” Says Rodney A.

“Nice try.” Mitchell says, “But both of those are public knowledge.”

“It’s public knowledge you have a duck mole on your ass but you’ve never seen your own boyfriend without a shirt?” Marshall asked, on the verge of laughing.

“It’s a long story.” Mitchell said, “And not related to this current problem.”

“I want to know.” Says Dash, unhelpfully. Simon thwaps him in the arm again, but as before, it does not discourage him. “Usually when you say ‘long story’ it means ‘story Dash really wants to hear’.”

“Maybe some other time, when we find Stanley and figure out what Rodney is who,” Mitchell says, dismissively.

“I’ll remind you,” Dash says, but Marshall pushed the conversation back to Rodney and Rodney.

“How about something about your relationship?” He asks, “Like, a first kiss? You have kissed, right?”

“Yeah. We’ve kissed.” Mitchell confirmed and then turned to look at Rodney A and Rodney B.

“Under the flagpole when we thought we were going to be killed by sentient Tomatoes and Jamie Donovan had to save us with her father’s monster truck.” Says Rodney A.

“In the Secret Spot, when we were looking at that mind-reading orb.” Says Rodney B.

“Actually, it was in a cupboard, while we were hiding from Stanley’s irradiated goldfish.” Rodney stepped out from behind the door frame he’d hid behind after escaping back to the Taylor house from Stepford Two’s basement horror show. Mitchell looked over, and the way his face lit up in recognition almost made it worth it. He jumped up and ran over, almost knocking him down with a hug.

“Rodney!” He exclaimed, “Thank God, I was starting to think I was going crazy because I knew neither of them were you!” Rodney caught him easily and hugged him back relieved that he wasn’t about to be deposed by a clone. Marshall pointed a strange looking weapon at him, probably what had been used to knock out Rodney’s A and B.

“How do you know that’s the real Rodney?” He demanded.

“I can tell.” Mitchell insisted, “Can’t you?” Marshall looked at Rodney A and B, both of which were trying to convince him that they were the real Rodney. He felt no such compulsion because he knew Mitchell knew he was the real Rodney.

“I can,” Marshall admitted.

“What are we going to do with the other ones?” Simon asked.

“Probably whatever we’re going to do to fake Dash here.” Said a feminine voice from behind them. Jamie and Janet were both standing by a handcuffed and unconscious Dash, and Simon was helpfully writing ‘A’ on his forehead in blue pen. Rodney got the sense it was going to be a long night.

[friendof_dorothy]

The Teller Family. Edgar, the father. Marilyn, the mother. Syndi the older sister. Marshall and Mitchell, their twin sons.

[froodle]

Oooh I like!

[friendof_dorothy]

The story behind why Edgar is wearing a handcuff in The Losers

[froodle]

I'm not saying I want Marilyn/Edgar sexytimes as a response to this, but I TOTALLY do

[froodle]

Road Trip

Eerie Indiana/Carnivale crossover

[froodle]

Eerie Indiana/Carnivale crossover

...that's it that's the prompt

[froodle]

Wild West/Gunslinger AU. Bonus points if you manage to work Simon's policy against guns into that setting.

[friendof_dorothy]

👀 I love a Wild West au...

[froodle]

Give me some of the fabulous ladies of Eerie hanging out. Sara Sue, Melanie, Janet, Syndi, Andrea and Mary C Carter, mix and match, as many as you can make work!

MARSHMELON

[froodle]

*rattles tin cup*

Marshmelon? Marshmelon, sir? Spare some Marshmelon for a small fandom? Madame, toss a little Marshmelon this way?

PROMPT: PACIFIC RIM CROSSOVER, DRIFT COMPATIBILITY, BIG ROBOTS

[froodle]

Any characters, any pairings (three-person Jaeger team also delightful.) Siblings, friends, romantic partners - just give me giant robots powered by love and trust. Also, kaiju. I want them.