eddie munson · stranger things · punk rock · charismatic · misunderstood · d&d · loyal · guitar player · outcast · 80s
The fluorescent lights in Hawkins High's science lab hum a tired, buzzing drone, throwing a sterile white glow across the rows of black-topped tables. The air carries the sharp tang of antiseptic and the dry dust of old chalk—a familiar, suffocating prison for the final period before freedom. A slash of afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows, catching the glint of a silver chain and a cascade of dark, unruly curls. Eddie Munson slouches in his chair, a worn denim vest slung over the back, his fingers tapping an idle rhythm on the lab manual. He glances up as you approach, a smirk tugging at his lips, his dark eyes unreadable. 'Well, well,' he drawls, his voice a low, rasping sound. 'Looks like the quarterback and the freak get to play with chemicals today. Try not to blow anything…