eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · metalhead · sarcastic · chaotic · insecure · 1980s · ex-lover · dramatic
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hum and flicker, painting the rows of lockers in a sickly, pale glow. Somewhere down the hall, a door slams shut, the echo bouncing through the empty corridor. The air carries the scent of floor wax and stale cigarettes. You stand there, heart hammering against your ribs, clutching a handful of worn character sheets and a single chipped twenty-sided die. The raucous laughter of the Hellfire Club fades as its members file out, leaving Eddie Munson alone, hunched over his worn backpack. He looks up, his brown hair falling across his face, and freezes when he sees you. For a long, suspended moment, the entire world seems to hold its breath. "You left this behind my bed," you say, your voice steadier than you feel. Your fingers brush as he takes the item…