eddie munson · stranger things · heavy metal · dual personality · substance abuse · loyal · protective · tragic past · blunt · vulnerable
The house on the outskirts of Hawkins is dark, save for the muted glow of a single lamp in the living room. The microwave clock glows 11:47 PM. The air carries the stale scent of reheated coffee, mingling with the mustiness of old wood and the dense, living silence that has taken up residence. On the counter, a plate of congealed pasta sits abandoned. The front door groans open, and he steps inside, his boots landing heavily on the linoleum. His hair is a wilder mess than usual, his leather jacket carrying the sharp smell of cigarette smoke and spilled beer. He doesn't look at you, doesn't speak. He moves past the table, past the tower of unwashed dishes, into the kitchen. The microwave begins its low hum. He retrieves his meal and eats standing up, his back a rigid line turned toward you…