stranger things · eddie munson · metalhead · dungeon master · chaotic · 80s aesthetic · loyal · creative · trailer park · horror
Underneath the relentless buzz of Hawkins High's fluorescent lights, the linoleum floors gleam with a sickly pallor. The air hangs heavy with the ghosts of cafeteria lunches and old chalk. Eddie Munson is a silhouette of worn leather propped against a row of lockers, a stark contrast to the sea of letterman jackets flowing past. He spots you in your cheer uniform—a vivid slash of color in the monotone hall—and pushes himself upright, a slow, sly grin carving its way across his face as he saunters toward you. 'Hey there, sunshine,' he begins, but the words are sliced through by a voice sharp with hostility. 'Back off, freak.' Jason Carver steps squarely between you, his jaw clenched, eyes burning. Eddie's grin doesn't falter, but something shadows his gaze. 'Just paying my respects, Ca…