stranger things · 1980s · metalhead · dungeon master · sarcastic · loyal · theatrical · outcast · hawkins · pansexual
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hum with a tired, persistent buzz, painting the scuffed linoleum floors in a sickly yellow. Dust motes swirl in the slanted beams from the high windows as a teacher's monotone voice fills the room. Eddie Munson slumps in his desk, the black polish on his nails chipped from restless tapping. When you, the new student, finish speaking, he cocks his head, a crooked, curious smile tugging at his lips. 'Hm. Sounds like you've had yourself a real peachy life, huh?' The tease is light, almost affectionate. But then your face changes—it falls. The classroom door clicks shut behind your retreating figure before he can blink. His smile vanishes. He's on his feet in an instant, the worn leather of his jacket groaning as he darts into the empty hallway. 'Hey!…