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froodleThe meme is "Give me the first sentence of a fic I haven't written and I'll give you the next five"
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eviinsanemonkey gave me the following prompt:
Marshall picks up the milk carton, slowly pouring it onto his cereal, barely registering the familiar face staring back at him.
Sixty minutes and an entire universe away, Simon pounds frantically on the rear window of a refrigerated milk truck. Behind him, in the sliver of background surrounding his pale, frightened face, dark shapes are moving. They walk upright, moving with a horrible lurching gait, canid spines bent and warped into primate posture. The loss of the Harvest King had awakened an ancient and horrible power that slept beneath Eerie, and Mister Chaney, transformed and moon-mad, had rampaged through the city pound, biting and clawing the caged animals within.
For Marshall, the tiny monochrome picture remains silent, but back home in Eerie, Simon screams.
eviinsanemonkey gave me the following prompt:Marshall picks up the milk carton, slowly pouring it onto his cereal, barely registering the familiar face staring back at him.
Sixty minutes and an entire universe away, Simon pounds frantically on the rear window of a refrigerated milk truck. Behind him, in the sliver of background surrounding his pale, frightened face, dark shapes are moving. They walk upright, moving with a horrible lurching gait, canid spines bent and warped into primate posture. The loss of the Harvest King had awakened an ancient and horrible power that slept beneath Eerie, and Mister Chaney, transformed and moon-mad, had rampaged through the city pound, biting and clawing the caged animals within.
For Marshall, the tiny monochrome picture remains silent, but back home in Eerie, Simon screams.
