Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Hangover

[froodle]

Marshall Teller opened his eyes and groaned. A shape, dark and blurred and only vaguely humanoid, loomed over him. He squeaked and tried to sit up, and immediately his head throbbed and his stomach roiled, and he doubled over, clutching his midsection and whimpering.

"Don't be so dramatic," the creature said in his sister's voice. The shadowy figure retreated and the scrape of something ceramic being dragged along the surface of the coffee table made him want to scream. Then he felt the cool, smooth walls of the mug being pushed into his hands and the rattle of the aspirin bottle as Syndi wrestled with the child-proof cap.

"What happened?" he asked.

Syndi sighed and he swore he could hear her eyes roll in their sockets.

"Do you remember going to the Festival of the Rising Tide with Mom and Dad?" she asked.

"Lake Eerie isn't tidal," Marshall said automatically. "It's a Leviathan hibernating at the bottom of the lake. Turning over in it's sleep makes the water levels go up and down."

"Yeah, yeah," said Syndi, and in the darkness behind his closed eyes he could track the dismissive arc of her hand as she swept his argument aside. "A great tentacle beast slumbers beneath the waves, nestling deep in it's mucky lake bed lined with unwashed sheets and the half-eaten remains of sailors lost at sea, blah, blah, blah."

Marshall gritted his teeth, regretting it instantly.

"What none of that explains," Syndi continued, "Is why you decided to drink your body weight in free beer and then do a Godzilla rampage through the sandcastle building competition."

"Oh no," said Marshall, pressing his forehead to the cold mug.

"Oh yes," said Syndi. Marshall risked a glance at her and saw that she was smirking. "You tripped over a tiny earthworks, slipped into a half-dug moat, screamed that you hated turrets and then belly-flopped onto Harley's three-story fairy-tale inspired masterpiece."

"Oh God," said Marshall.

"He had sea-glass windows and pink and white shells for roof tiles," Syndi continued, inexorable and merciless as a Leviathan-free rising tide. "There was a drawbridge, and siege weapons made from popsicle sticks that fired shale, and he was working on a place to pour hot oil onto his enemies."

Marshall looked up at her, and she paused.

"Maybe that was a good thing," she allowed. "Although it was pretty cool when you puked into the runnels and all the vomit trickled out over the battlements right where an invading army would have been standing."

"He would have won for sure," said Marshall.

Syndi nodded.

"How mad is Simon?"

"I dunno," said Syndi, shrugging. "I mean, yeah, you ruined his little brother's structural engineering showpiece, but on the other hand, Harley with his own impenetrable fortress is kind of a terrifying prospect."

"I should go over and apologise," he said, setting the mug down and running his fingers through his hair.

"You should call and apologise," Syndi corrected. "Simon probably forgave you the minute the latest bite marks scabbed over and stopped bleeding, but it took most of the Eerie High wrestling team to drag Harley out of there."

"Did any of them survive?" asked Marshall, his voice thick with dread.

"Umm..." said Syndi. "Well, some of them were kind of twitching when the Wilson Twins loaded them into the ambulance, so... maybe?"

Marshall put his face in his hands.

"They had a real chance of making it to the championship this year," he said sadly.





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





Holmes Brothers

The End by froodle, in which Simon reads Harley a bedtime story

Drains by froodle, in which clowns are evil, murderous sacks of shit, and Simon is having none of it

Kaleidoscope by froodle, in which Simon has cause to regret buying cheap toys at the World o' Stuff

Sneakers by froodle, in which the latest Sky Monsters are released

Reception by froodle, in which Simon has problems with his mobile phone

Festival by froodle, in which Eerie's local businesses celebrate the summer

Strawberry by froodle, in which there is unauthorised hubbub in Eerie

Anticipation by froodle, in which Simon and Harley look forward to the Equinox

The Hut by froodle, in which Simon takes on the forces of Eerie solo

Comments

[deifire]

OMG, drunk!Mars and demon child Harley in the same fic! This is a thing of beauty.

Poor Simon.

[froodle]

Yeah, Simon is the real victim in all this. Well. Him and Eerie Highs late, lamented entire wrestling team.

[evilinsanemonkey]

omg this is GLORIOUS

i hope someone got video evidence

and by someone i mean Dash is saving it for a special occasion

[froodle]

Marshalls graduation, possibly?