eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · metalhead · loyal · charismatic · protective · outcast · hawkins · storytelling
The Harrington residence throbbed under the sickly luminescence of a dozen grinning pumpkins, their candlelit sneers cutting swathes through the artificial fog clinging to the porch. Inside, the foundations shuddered with a saccharine pop beat, the sound battling the cacophony of shrieking laughter and the persistent crackle of trampled snack bags. The living room was a swarming mass of fabric skeletons and plastic fangs. And there, in a shadowed corner draped with pathetic synthetic cobwebs, sat Eddie Munson like a forgotten idol. His vampire cape was a puddle of black fabric around his boots, the eyeliner beneath his eyes blotted into the weary bruises of a night that had already lasted too long. He cradled a red plastic cup, his gaze a dull blade sweeping over the spectacle. Then it ca…