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eerieindiana2017-12-18 09:44 pm
froodle) wrote in eerieindiana2017-12-18 09:44 pm
Eerie, Indiana fanfiction: Dishonoured
Sequel to Cake Day.
"This is all your fault," Janet fumed. The heavy stocks kept her gaze fixed on the ground directly beneath her, so she wasn't able to give Tod the death-glare he absolutely deserved. Still, she was reasonably sure her voice projected the idea of glaring, and for the moment, that would have to do.
"I know," Tod said miserably. "I'm really sorry. I honestly didn't think we'd get caught."
Janet scoffed. A stray lock of hair had come loose from her hasty ponytail and now dangled just in front of her nose. She wanted to sneeze, but with her hands bound and her ever-present pocket-sized packet of tissues out of reach, that was bound to get messy.
"That attitude is exactly why you were bound to get busted," she said. "And look what happened! Sentenced to the gingerbread stocks for an hour after class and demoted to Baker Third Rate."
She remembered the sound of stitches popping as Bert - or was it Ernie? - had stripped the cake decorating achievement patch from the front of her apron, and her eyes burned. Swallowing around the lump in her throat, she twisted as much as she was able to glower at the third member of their baking conspiracy.
"And you-" she began, then trailed off as her mind registered the absence of a pair of scuffed black work-boots beneath the stocks to her right.
"Are you kidding me?" she screeched, standing upright amidst a shower of spiced cookie shards.
"Oh," said Tod. "Yeah. As soon as Dash realised the gingerbread stocks were literally made out of gingerbread, he left."
Janet said a rude word. Tod gasped, then tried to pretend he hadn't. It was hard to look nonchalant while constrained with iced confectionary, but he did his best.
"I'm going to kill him," said Janet. "I'm going home, washing the gumdrops and frosting out of my hair, and then I'm going to track him down and murder him with a pastry bag and some edible silver ball bearings."
"Oh no," said Tod. "Janet, no, you'll just make it worse! Let's just serve our sentence quietly and let the Homemakers handle Dash."
Janet spun on one pink-sneakered heel, her teeth bared in a furious grimace.
"That," she said, biting off each word savagely, "Is exactly what I was going to do. Except you convinced me that letting Bert and Ernie force him to bake eight dozen cookies all by himself was cruel, and that-" to her horror, now the tears did come, unbidden, and she sobbed- "that is why they caught me behind the Home Economics block with a dozen boxes of shop-bought dough."
Tod squirmed, equal parts guilt and shared shame. As Janet wiped furiously at her damp cheeks, he stared fixedly at the patch of bare concrete between his toes, his fingers twisting nervously with the choux pastry padlock on his gingerbread prison.
A thick glob of butter-cream, studded with gumdrops, slid past his nose and landed with a splat on the stone floor.
"No..." moaned Tod, as the stocks came apart around his ears.
Despite the dire situation, Janet laughed.
"I guess we're all fugitives from baking justice now," she said.
Tod knelt amidst the ruined restraints, desperately trying to fit them back together using the thin icing sugar glaze as a fixative, but it was hopeless. He stared at her, and his eyes were huge and frightened behind his glasses.
"What do we do?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Janet stared up at the looming grey walls of BF Skinner Junior High's Home Sciences block, her lips pressed into a thin, tight line.
"I guess we finish the stupid cookies," she said. "And tomorrow, after we've wowed them with our amazing double chocolate nut fudge chip, if Bert and Ernie don't give us back our Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fondant badges? We start our own Homemakers splinter group and beat them at their own game." Her hands curled into fists of their own volition. "And we crush them like the sub-par commis chefs that they are!"
Tod brushed cake crumbs from the front of his letterman jacket. He was pale and trembling, but he forced a smile as he looked at her.
"I'm in," he said.
Janet
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"This is all your fault," Janet fumed. The heavy stocks kept her gaze fixed on the ground directly beneath her, so she wasn't able to give Tod the death-glare he absolutely deserved. Still, she was reasonably sure her voice projected the idea of glaring, and for the moment, that would have to do.
"I know," Tod said miserably. "I'm really sorry. I honestly didn't think we'd get caught."
Janet scoffed. A stray lock of hair had come loose from her hasty ponytail and now dangled just in front of her nose. She wanted to sneeze, but with her hands bound and her ever-present pocket-sized packet of tissues out of reach, that was bound to get messy.
"That attitude is exactly why you were bound to get busted," she said. "And look what happened! Sentenced to the gingerbread stocks for an hour after class and demoted to Baker Third Rate."
She remembered the sound of stitches popping as Bert - or was it Ernie? - had stripped the cake decorating achievement patch from the front of her apron, and her eyes burned. Swallowing around the lump in her throat, she twisted as much as she was able to glower at the third member of their baking conspiracy.
"And you-" she began, then trailed off as her mind registered the absence of a pair of scuffed black work-boots beneath the stocks to her right.
"Are you kidding me?" she screeched, standing upright amidst a shower of spiced cookie shards.
"Oh," said Tod. "Yeah. As soon as Dash realised the gingerbread stocks were literally made out of gingerbread, he left."
Janet said a rude word. Tod gasped, then tried to pretend he hadn't. It was hard to look nonchalant while constrained with iced confectionary, but he did his best.
"I'm going to kill him," said Janet. "I'm going home, washing the gumdrops and frosting out of my hair, and then I'm going to track him down and murder him with a pastry bag and some edible silver ball bearings."
"Oh no," said Tod. "Janet, no, you'll just make it worse! Let's just serve our sentence quietly and let the Homemakers handle Dash."
Janet spun on one pink-sneakered heel, her teeth bared in a furious grimace.
"That," she said, biting off each word savagely, "Is exactly what I was going to do. Except you convinced me that letting Bert and Ernie force him to bake eight dozen cookies all by himself was cruel, and that-" to her horror, now the tears did come, unbidden, and she sobbed- "that is why they caught me behind the Home Economics block with a dozen boxes of shop-bought dough."
Tod squirmed, equal parts guilt and shared shame. As Janet wiped furiously at her damp cheeks, he stared fixedly at the patch of bare concrete between his toes, his fingers twisting nervously with the choux pastry padlock on his gingerbread prison.
A thick glob of butter-cream, studded with gumdrops, slid past his nose and landed with a splat on the stone floor.
"No..." moaned Tod, as the stocks came apart around his ears.
Despite the dire situation, Janet laughed.
"I guess we're all fugitives from baking justice now," she said.
Tod knelt amidst the ruined restraints, desperately trying to fit them back together using the thin icing sugar glaze as a fixative, but it was hopeless. He stared at her, and his eyes were huge and frightened behind his glasses.
"What do we do?" he asked, his voice a hoarse whisper.
Janet stared up at the looming grey walls of BF Skinner Junior High's Home Sciences block, her lips pressed into a thin, tight line.
"I guess we finish the stupid cookies," she said. "And tomorrow, after we've wowed them with our amazing double chocolate nut fudge chip, if Bert and Ernie don't give us back our Absence Makes The Heart Grow Fondant badges? We start our own Homemakers splinter group and beat them at their own game." Her hands curled into fists of their own volition. "And we crush them like the sub-par commis chefs that they are!"
Tod brushed cake crumbs from the front of his letterman jacket. He was pale and trembling, but he forced a smile as he looked at her.
"I'm in," he said.
Janet
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froodle; Janet's family during the year she was LostJogging by
froodle, in which Janet Donner adapts to life in regular EeriePlans by
froodle, in which Janet Donner deals with Daylight Savings Time yet again DST by
froodle, in which there is a lighthouse Figurehead by
froodle, in which Lake Eerie's ghost pirates encounter the lighthouse