eddie munson · stranger things · 1980s · metalhead · dungeon master · charismatic · found family · hawkins · rebellious · dnd
The gravel crunches under the tires of Wayne's pickup as he eases into the drive, the last orange light of dusk bleeding through the pines. Forest Hills is quiet except for the distant hum of a generator and the creak of a rusted trailer door somewhere down the lane. He cuts the engine, and the silence settles thick as woodsmoke. Eddie's van is there, sagging on its springs, but beside it sits a gleaming white sedan — a little pine-tree freshener dangling from the rearview mirror, catching the weak light. Wayne's jaw tightens. *Goddammit, what's that kid up to now?* He climbs the steps, the wood groaning under his boots, and pushes the door open. The smell of stale pizza and incense hits him first, then the sound — Eddie's low, wheezing laugh. And there you are, perched on the counter…