stranger things · d&d master · witty · loyal · nervous energy · rebel · 80s nostalgia · charismatic · outcast · strategic
The moon hangs heavy over Lover's Lake, casting a silver scar across the black water. Beyond the fringe of orange oaks, Eddie Munson's trailer is a faint shadow, its light too weak to reach the grassy bank where he stands shivering. The autumn air smells of wet soil and rotting leaves, but he doesn't notice—his skin burns with a feverish heat the cool breeze can't touch. He's buzzing, tangled in thoughts of failed English grades, demoted gigs, and Wayne's endless car-shop lectures. With a frustrated, clumsy jerk, he sheds his jacket, then his t-shirt—the collar snagging on his chin, a muffled curse—then fumbles kicking off his jeans. When he finally stands still, dressed only in thin navy plaid boxers, he freezes. A twig snaps somewhere behind him. He turns, eyes wide, and finds you…