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[personal profile] deifire2023-01-14 01:23 pm

Fic: House of Eternal Rerun: Evidence From Investigations Into Case #16661, 1992 - Present

Continuing my track record of failing to post Yuletide fics to the appropriate comms after reveals, I forgot to post this one here until now:

House of Eternal Rerun: Evidence From Investigations Into Case #16661, 1992 - Present (12261 words) by Deifire
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Eerie Indiana
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Janet Donner/Unnamed Character, past Janet Donner/Marshall Teller, Original Female Character/Original Female Character, Marshall Teller/Dash X
Characters: Marshall Teller, Dash X (Eerie Indiana), Simon Holmes, Syndi Teller, Janet Donner, Melanie Monroe, Original Child Character(s)
Additional Tags: Case Fic, Haunted Houses, Found Footage, Post-Canon, Mega Voodoo Eerie Weirdness (Eerie Indiana), Reality Takes an Extended Holiday
Summary:

The Teller House is haunted. Everybody knows it. Almost nobody talks about it.

In 1992, multiple members of the Teller family disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

In 2019, two investigators went inside the house search of answers. They never made it home.

Now the case is open again.

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[personal profile] froodle2021-10-13 07:30 pm

Eerie, Indiana rewatch 2021: episode five, Scariest Home Videos

It's not Halloween, but lets get our George Bush masks on, make some popcorn and enjoy such classics as the Bloody Revenge of the Mummies Curse. If you're going to bite the remote control, make sure you're dressed warmly and have comfortable shoes on, because otherwise you may find yourself starring in... Scariest Home Videos.
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[personal profile] froodle2021-10-07 02:55 am

365 Days of Eerie Indiana: Day 23: Drabble: Exact Words

Simon smelled them before he saw them, the heavy, cloying scents of cotton candy and fried onion that couldn't quite mask the underlying must and mildew that came from soft things stored too long in damp places.

"Dang it, Harley," he said, pushing back the heap of mismatched coverlets that couldn't quite keep out the chill of the unheated house. "I said no."

"You said no guns," said Harley, not turning from his place at the window. Firelight danced in his eyes as, miles away, the carnival burned. On the lawn below them, stuffed animals looked up, hopeful and smiling.

Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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[personal profile] froodle2021-10-06 02:43 am

365 Days of Eerie Indiana: Day 22: Drabble: Concessions

Glassy eyes stared balefully out from beneath a matted tangle of staticky fur. Half-stuffed limbs hung limp about deflated bellies, and silver bells grew black with tarnish at the end of threadbare ribbons bleached of colour. Harley Holmes stood on the other side of the splintery wooden concession stand, a roll of slightly blood-splattered tickets clutched in one hand and a bb gun in the other.

"No," said Simon. "No guns."

Harley pointed at the shelves of mouldering stuffed animals, prizes for those carnival-goers accomplished in the art of mowing down rows of tin ducks.

"I want one," he said.

Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-15 01:19 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Gloat

Sara Sue remembered the girl, all in black, carrying the filmy outline of another person over her own face like a mask sketched in chalk. She felt sick.

The Mayor noticed her change in expression, and laughed.

"Ah," he said. "This one gets it. A shame you never loved your father or brothers; their clinging ghosts would have made you much stupider, and far less of a nuisance."

Sara Sue ground her teeth, fingers aching for a pencil to drive deep into the reality of this man, shutting him up forever.

"And Simon Holmes loved his friends so very much..."

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-15 01:08 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Mistaken Identity

"Oh, I know all about the Holmes boy," the Mayor said airly. "He's loyal as a dog." He grinned, his teeth white and even and blinding. "And when he realises I've taken his little friends, he'll come running like a dog. And then, as usually happens to boys who are loyal and good and true, he'll die like a dog."

Behind a tumble-down veil of hair that she'd thought she was long past wearing, Sara Sue glared hatred. At her side, Dash laughed.

"You're thinking of the wrong brother," he said. "Simon was loyal. Harley? He's just very, very angry."

Ongoing Verse: Holmes Brothers

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-15 11:14 am

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Democracy Conflict

He called himself Julius Cheeser, and his laurels were carefully nibbled slices of Swiss arranged about his ears. He raised a tiny toothpick sword and squeaked out a defiant war cry as he faced his enemy, and charged without fear.

"Whoa," said Marshall, lifting one foot as the shrieking bundle of fur whizzed past him. "What the-?"

Simon knuckled his eyes and sighed heavily.

"Apparently the Rat King isn't giving the mouse population of Eerie a proportionally representative voice in rodent affairs," he said. "Harley tried to explain it to me, but bottom line is, get ready for some bloodshed."

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-13 08:47 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Growing Up

Simon was pretty certain that Chick Four now counted as a dragon.

Certainly, the false wall at the back of Mister Teller's garden shed could no longer shelter the scaled and towering thing the way it had when he'd been newly-hatched, part of a small clutch of hen's eggs nursed by a toad who had the misfortune to encounter Harley, and the foresight to run and hide when that happened.

Simon kept his eyes closed as he reached into his bag, produced wet and copper-smelling things that were still warm to the touch as he tossed them to the cockatrice.

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-13 08:18 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Substitute

"Fine, ghosts," Marshall said, apparently to empty air. "I'm going. But I'll be back, and I'll be bringing my bed."

Tod, who had replaced Simon on the evening's stakeout due to a scheduling clash with some turn of events that involved Harley, one of the higher-ranked Courts of Hell, and a truly staggering amount of seaweed forced into and then out of a very small blender, blinked.

"What?" asked Marshall.

"Nothing," said Tod. "Just, you could have phrased that literally any other way and it would have sounded less weird."

"They're ghosts," Marshall explained. "They're more comfortable with the weird."

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-12 01:52 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Homecoming

What had once been the front of his parent's house was torn away, and the space behind it was a howling void where the wind shrieked like the souls of dead men and your breath froze to icy crystals that clung to a person's mouth and nose.

Simon nodded approvingly.

"It looks good," he said, smiling down at his little brother. Harley, round-cheeked and cherubic and apparently not keen to age beyond six any time soon, smiled back.

Tiny fingers, hot and dry, wrapped themselves around Simon's thumb and tugged him towards the towering basalt gates.

"Welcome home," Harley whispered.

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-12 01:39 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Point of Origin

"Didn't you say your brother once brought one of his stuffed animals to life?" said Marshall. "The squirrel, you remember? Had teeth like rows of sewing needles."

Simon winced.

"Sylvester Squirrel. I remember," he said, rubbing a faded white scar on his forearm which, now that Marisea looked at it, did sort of resemble a hundred tiny needle-shaped stab wounds, as though he'd been bitten by a sewing machine.

The four of them looked from Annie, to the little bear, and back again.

"Neither of them seem very, um..." Andrea paused, choosing her words with care. "...Harley-esque," she said eventually.

Ongoing Verse: Microwave

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-12 12:51 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Hierarchy

"That guy?" said Marshall, with mounting disbelief. "The idiot who couldn't go out a window when you held it for him? That guy's a Prince of Hell?"

"Apparently," said Simon. "Harley said... well, he didn't say much, he just bowed and left the room."

Marshall gaped.

"That stupid fly-swarm outranks your brother?" he asked "Are you serious?"

"Makes sense to me," said Dash, shrugging. "It's Hell. What's more hellish than taking orders from someone dumber and less competent than you?"

"I don't want you to think that I didn't get that reference," said Marshall. "I'm just choosing to ignore it."

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-12 08:29 am

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Layers of Weirdness

The dead tree was hung with hundreds of clear glass jars, the ones usually used for pickles or jellies. They'd been carefully cleaned out, the labels scoured so that no trace of sticky residue remained, and Marshall thought that might be the absolute strangest thing he'd seen since moving to Eerie.

Even the fact that these jars were filled with tiny glowing winged people didn't quite match up to it. He'd seen pixies before, usually half-crushed and being messily eaten by his best friend's younger brother.

The labels, though... that was weird. Some part of the label glue always remained...

Ongoing Verse: Trusted Associates Inc

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-11 05:33 am

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Borrowed Equipment

The power came on and deep beneath a cracked and dented plastic shell, internal fans began to move.

Marshall could hear the click and whir of demonic wings struggling to take flight. The air grew hot and the smell of sulphur filled the room, the rank odour choking him and making his eyes burn. On the laptop in front of him was a login screen, red text on a black background.

Harley and Simon's usernames showed who had used it most recently, and both "6" keys were worn smooth and blank from constant use.

"Maybe I should get my own..."

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-08 02:16 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Plant Life

The ravens had found something interesting, and whatever the ravens found interesting was usually something that humans found gross and therefore, to a certain type of small boy, exciting beyond all measure.

Harley Schwarzenegger Holmes was exactly such a small boy, which was why when he'd spotted the ravens pecking intently at the gutters of Mr. and Mrs. Walter-Funke's small two-storey home, he'd gone to investigate.

Knotted and fibrous strands filled the shallow plastic troughs, fed both by the rain which fell on them from above, and something fetid and rotten and mammalian from below. As Harley watched, it twitched.

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-08 01:19 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Halloween Special

Marshall had to admit that the Tod and Donna Halloween Spooktacular Special was better than he'd expected.

Shot entirely in black and white, with unsettlingly skewed camera angles and a score comprised mostly of ominous organ riffs and scare chords, and containing at least three visual homages to Boris Von Orloff's "The Bloody Revenge of the Mummy's Curse" within the first twenty minutes alone, he'd actually been enjoying himself until the second act.

"Is that Harley?" he whispered, to Simon, who was dozing beside a bowl of popcorn bigger than his own torso.

Simon blinked, focused, and groaned.

"Not again!"

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-08 12:16 pm

Eerie Indiana Drabble: Deal with the Devil

The Mackerel Soldiers thrashed about in a frenzy of silver and scales, turning the water white and flinging foam high into the sea. Of course, it was the greatest treachery for a Mackerel Soldier, any Mackerel Soldier, let alone a full shoal, to even consider consorting with an enemy of the King, and yet...

Harley Holmes sat upon the throne of crawling filth that was the Rat King's many bodies, and thought about it. On the one hand, the King Crab was easily his greatest obstacle to complete underwater conquest.

On the other, he really did enjoy having a nemesis...


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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-08 09:47 am

Eerie Indiana Double Drabble: A Masterful Display

"That," said Dash X, his eyes wide and his voice tinged with genuine emotion. "Was beautiful."

Simon scowled at him, then at his baby brother.

"Don't talk to him," he said. "He's in trouble. You're in trouble! You're both in trouble!"

Dash spread his hands wide.

"I swear, Shrimpenstein, I had nothing to do with this. I was just innocently minding my own business in a security camera blind spot and saw the whole thing play out."

"I got pancakes," Harley informed him solemnly.

Dash smirked. "You sure did."

Simon closed his eyes tight. Was nine too young to go bald from stress? He thought he might be on his way to finding out...

"Dash," he said. "Thank you very much for bringing him home, but please don't encourage this."

Dash shook his head.

"You realise that's like asking fans of cheesy musicals not to encourage Andrew Lloyd Webber, right?" he said. "I've never seen anything like that before. I've gotta know how he did it."

"He's not showing you anything," Simon said. "You don't need my little brother to teach you better ways to crime, okay?"

He paused.

"Anyway, it wouldn't work. Harley's much, much cuter than you are."

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[personal profile] froodle2021-05-08 09:34 am

Eerie Indiana Triple Drabble: Snack Run

Harley Holmes had fine blonde hair, and blue eyes that shone so bright that it sometimes almost hid the tiny specks of red that burned at their centre. He smiled a smile that showed slightly too many of his perfect, pearl-like baby teeth, and approached the lady at the end of the queue.

"Hi," he said, tilting his head to look up at her as she waited patiently in line.

"Hi," she said, smiling down at this little boy with his round and ruddy cheeks. She glanced about, wondering where his parents might be, but he had already moved on to the woman in front of her.

"Hi," he said, tiny hands clutching a packet of Haribo and a box of pancake mix.

"Hi," she said, adjusting her grip on a shopping basket overflowing with potato chips. She would have said more, but Harley was already moving towards the man ahead of her.

"Hello," he said, and the man nodded back and asked how he was doing, in the friendly sort of way that grown people address small children.

"I'm shopping," said Harley, presenting his Haribo and pancake mix for appraisal.

The man nodded again, and perhaps would have said more had the cashier not called for the next customer.

"You go on," said the man, and Harley beamed at him before approaching the register.

The clerk, who wore a shapeless cardigan over a neatly-pressed dress shirt despite looking all of nineteen, looked at the crumbled two-dollar bill he'd been offered and shook his head.

"Sorry little man," he said. "That'll get you the pancakes or the jellies, but not both."

"I'll pay for it," said the three people who had been ahead of Harley in the checkout queue, and Harley grinned a gleaming crocodile grin at each of them.

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