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Prompt #18 - Wood Paneling

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Prompt #17 - Answering Machine

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Prompt #16 - Hypercolor

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I feel like Eddie Munson would do like spiky eyeliner for performing at the hide out. Like I feel like he'd definitely learn how to do some bad ass eyeliner

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Prompt #15 - "Calgon, Take Me Away!"

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Prompt #14 - Garfield

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Corroded Coffin Fest 2026 - Day 13 - Atari

Summary: Late nights and even later deadlines.

Word Count: 953

Rating: T

Warnings/Themes: Frustration, Slight Angst, Teenage Procrastination, Humor

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Credit to King of Queens, which the Great Gatsby magician joke is from. Guys I'm fucking tired. I'm tapping this out in bed. I should be asleep. OH WELL. Not seen as a part of this fic but Dave's parents for sure are going through a rough patch and don't know how to tell the poor guy that they're getting a divorce. PLEASE ENJOY!

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Dave was, admittedly, bad at deadlines.

Historically, even. He'd been late to his own due date, or so his mother never failed to tell him every year on his birthday.

"How many weeks late?" She laughed, as though this was not the most mortifying tidbit to share over cake and pizza to friends and family. "And then how many hours in labor?"

On a less unsavory note, homework was always a struggle for him. Something as simple as a worksheet was hard to commit to, in order to turn in. It always got done, maybe a day late, maybe a week if it was an essay.

He found, when he met the other members of Corroded Coffin, that he wasn't alone.

"I get all of my homework done on time," Jeff would argue. But they'd all seen him panic scribble on notebook paper enough mornings to know that it was all bullshit.

For Dave, there were just more things that he enjoyed doing than...well, anything that was expected of him. And that was never more obvious than when his parents presented him with his own Atari.

"You've been asking for a video game for a while," his dad said. "And its not that ENS one you asked for..."

"NES," Dave muttered under his breath.

"...but it's pretty spiffy if you ask us."

"And it was on sale at Kmart," his mom winked.

"But I didn't do anything to earn it...and my birthday isn't for a few months."

"We're allowed to spoil you sometimes, Davey," Mom reached over and ran her fingers over the curls at the front of his face, scooching them away from his eyes. "Now go and enjoy."

He wasn't one to argue with that.

It was unfortunate that they had given him this great and glorious gift on the eve of an English essay being due.

He couldn't be late for this one. Seriously. Spring break started the following afternoon, and there was no way he was gonna be spending his week off writing about The Great Gatsby. He had things to do, places to be, and pranks to commit with his friends.

And now, he had a shiny new video game system to play.

He looked into the gift bag his parents had handed him. They'd gotten him so many game cartridges. Pong, Space Invaders, Pac-Man. It was like a whole arcade right at his fingertips.

"Shit, this is gonna be so cool!"

But he'd already committed to no tv, no phone calls, until he got his essay done.

Right?

"Maybe...maybe I just set it up..." He contemplated.

Yeah, that was a good plan. Get the anticipation out of the way. All of the excitement was opening something new.

It took a while for him to figure out the AV cords, and to line up the game cartridges on the little TV stand in his room. In order of how he wanted to play them. Pac-Man first. No, Millipede!

"Alright, there..." He nodded, happy with his handy work, and went to his desk.

With his back turned to the TV set, it was out of sight and out of mind. He cracked open his notebook and started writing.

"The Great Gatsby was..." He said aloud as he wrote, voice tapering off. "Well, he was great! That's a pretty good start."

But you know what else was great? Seeing if his new Atari worked. What if it was on sale because it was defective. Obviously he needed to turn it on. See if it worked.

Yeah, that was a great idea. How could his poor parents get swindled by such a scam. At KMart of all places!

He hauled himself out of the desk chair and sat right in front of the television. He turned the tv on, flicked the switches, and carefully inserted a game cartridge into the slot. He was in awe at the technicolor logo flashing on his screen.

"It works!" He nodded. "Great!"

He glanced over at his desk, and then back at the tv. Actually, he looked down at the joystick, just itching to take it into his hands. To play.

"I can't," he huffed. "I can play after school tomorrow."

But he had Hellfire Club after school tomorrow, there wouldn't be an after school.

"I have the whole weekend," he continued to fight himself. "The whole of spring break."

But his parents got him this cool thing because they loved him. Because he was their cool son. What a slap in the face if he chose The Great Gatsby instead of their gift. He could take a few hours each day of spring break and write about a stupid magician, deadline be damned.

"No!" He shook his head and got up. "I have to do this."

He was about to settle back into his homework when there was a knock on the door.

His mom poked her head in, and her usual smile fell when she saw the joystick abandoned on the floor.

"Did you not like the games, Davey?" she asked, voice so dejected.

And his heart broke. He hated seeing his mom upset.

"N-No mom!" He shouted. He looked from her, to his essay, and back. "I just needed to finish up my homework first. I'm gonna play now! Right now!"

She broke into the biggest smile.

"Oh good! I'm glad. You want me to bring you a soda or anything? You've been working so hard on your homework all night."

"Y-yeah, sure," he nodded. "Thanks mom!"

She patted the door twice, then left, closing it behind her.

He stared at the flashing atari symbol on the television and then sighed.

Well...there was no use in procrastinating; those video games weren't gonna play themselves...