Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Trash Day

[froodle]

Marshall Teller lifted the plastic swing lid from the kitchen bin and pulled the half-full black garbage sack free. Carrying it at a careful arms’ length, he toed open the apartment door, using his foot to hold it open as Simon and Dash followed him out onto the landing.

“You know trash pickup isn’t until Wednesday, right?” asked Dash, as Simon locked the door behind them.

“I know,” said Marshall. “But the last time we had Indian food the whole place stank of takeout for three days. I like curry, I just don’t like smelling it on the sofa a week later.”

“Plus,” said Simon, pocketing the jangling mass of keys, holy seals and novelty keychains and testing the door one more time for safety’s sake, “Bigfoot really likes that weird savoury yoghurt dip, and it’s a good excuse to get him here so I can check up on him before the cold weather comes.”

“City elders still insisting hominids are people and need health insurance before you can treat them?” asked Dash.

Simon nodded, a frown passing briefly over his face at the thought.

“Guys, hurry up,” said Marshall, who was already half-way down the stairs. “The longer I have to hold this, the bigger the chance of something dripping on me.”

Dash, whose foot had been about to descend on the first step, froze. Slowly, deliberately, he stepped backwards, and laughed at the curse that floated up from the curve of the stairwell.

Simon smiled, shaking his head as he made his way towards the ground floor landing. Dash loitered for a moment longer before following, reaching the bottom step just in time to hear the heavy shatter-proof glass doors at the front of the building swing open.

A howling wind ripped down the hallway, bringing with it the flutter and rustle of plastic trash bags. The foil takeout boxes clattered and scraped against each other, and Marshall screamed.

“What happened?” Dash asked, grinning wide enough that his cheeks ached.

Marshall turned. His crisp white work shirt was stained a deep tomato-sauce red, and the aromatic smell of masala spice was already filling the narrow corridor.

Simon rose from his crouched position behind the sheltering bulk of an old-fashioned fire extinguisher. He looked a little guilty, but trash-juice free.

“There was a draft from the door,” he said. “It blew the garbage bag inside out.”

“It’s the weather!” Marshall fumed, swiping ineffectually at the sticky crimson splotch on his shirt front. “I keep telling you, it has it out for me! It does stuff like this on purpose!”

The fire door swung back and forth at the end of the hall, buffeted by a breeze that failed to stir the over-grown lawn outside. The creak of its hinges sounded like laughter.



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





The Weather Series

Wally by froodle, in which a certain weatherman doesn't lose his temper, but is sorely tried

Vacation by froodle, in which Weatherman Wally visits a tropical paradise without ever leaving Eerie city limits

Sick Day by froodle, in which Weatherman Wally does not go to work

The Storm by froodle, in which Mayor Chisel has a very specific job for Eerie's resident weatherman

Setting the Scene by froodle, in which Wally prepares for Christmas

Holidays are Coming by froodle, in which something else prepares for Christmas

Garden by froodle, in which Wally eats ice-cream

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

Stormfront by froodle, in which Wally takes a hands-on approach to firefighting.

Sisters by froodle, in which we visit Normal, Illinois

Still by froodle, in which we find out there are far worse things than Old Bob

Midsummer by froodle, in which the Eerie Express returns, right on schedule

Castle by froodle, in which there is unexpected architecture in Eerie

Waiting In by froodle, in which there is an ice-storm and a handyman does not arrive

Squall by froodle, in which Wally and Old Bob have a disagreement

Comments

[evilinsanemonkey]

I love Marshall's ongoing battle with sentient weather!

[froodle]

I imagine Dash does too. And maybe even Simon a little bit, though he'd never say so out loud.

[deifire]

*snerk*

Poor, poor Marshall

[froodle]

Poor beleaguered Marshall...