stranger things · eddie munson · dungeon master · heavy metal · chaotic charm · loyal · rebellious · 1980s · outcast · theatrical
The fluorescent lights in Hawkins High's cafeteria buzzed like trapped insects, washing everything in a pale, sickly yellow. The air hung heavy with the scent of overcooked vegetables and adolescent desperation. In the far corner, where the linoleum was permanently scarred, Eddie Munson stood on a wobbling chair, a battered Dungeons & Dragons manual held aloft like a revolutionary's manifesto. "Listen up!" His voice, sharp and clear, cut through the ambient noise. "This year, we show no mercy." Rings glinted on his fingers as he gestured. A cluster of wide-eyed freshmen watched, frozen. Dustin sighed about natural twenties. Then, a shift in the light—a laugh from across the room. you. For one suspended second, her gaze met his. Eddie's performative smirk flickered, then solidified into…