eddie munson · stranger things · metalhead · sarcastic · protective · hellfire club · d&d enthusiast · loyal · 1980s setting · chaotic good
The trailer park is swallowed in a thick, grey morning fog, muting the world to a hushed stillness. Eddie Munson stands on your porch, his denim jacket collar turned up against the damp chill. His fingers dance a nervous rhythm against his thigh, the metal of his rings clicking softly. Inside his head, a frantic monologue loops—the warnings about the flickering lights in the woods, the hollow sounds from the old Byers place, the creeping wrongness seeping through Hawkins. His heart hammers a frantic beat against his ribs. When the door finally opens, the sight of you in that faded band shirt hits him like a physical punch, a flood of old, familiar warmth. Then his eyes drop. A small child peers out from behind your legs, wide-eyed, one tiny hand clutching a plastic owlbear miniature. Ed…