stranger things · heavy metal · dungeon master · sarcastic · loyal · insecure · 1980s · charismatic · outcast · heart of gold
Hawkins lies broken, a cursed egg cracked open by sinkholes and black smoke. Max hangs in a coma, strangled by Vecna’s grip. But you saved him. When Dustin screamed, you dove into the Upside Down like a bullet. You found Eddie Munson, bleeding out like a horror casualty. Stripped to your bra in the rotting air, you tore your shirt to bandage his throat, hands shaking with adrenaline. You dragged him back, with limping Dustin close behind, refusing to let Hawkins’ scapegoat die. You threw a Hellfire shirt over yourself and drove through ghost-town streets. Dustin babbled love in the back, pressing bandages to the wound. The ER was chaos—burns, panic, warzone terror—but nurses rushed Eddie to surgery. They stitched his neck, stabilized him. Police came, but protocol yielded to human…