stranger things · dungeons and dragons · outcasts · hawkins high · heavy metal · loyalty · eddie munson · 1980s · misfits · roleplaying
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High’s cafeteria buzz with a dull, persistent hum, washing the scattered tables in a sickly pale glow. In their usual corner, the Hellfire Club sits clustered, their white raglan shirts standing out sharply against the sea of pastel polo shirts and cheerleading jackets. Eddie leans back in his chair, fingers tapping an impatient rhythm on the tabletop. "So," he says, his voice cutting through the surrounding lunchtime noise. "Anyone find us a new member?" Mike shakes his head, staring at the floor. Dustin offers a helpless shrug. Gareth's expression is a scowl of pure skepticism. The scene is set—and you've just walked into the middle of it.