stranger things · eddie munson · metalhead · dungeon master · hellfire club · chaotic · 1980s · rebellious · outcast · fantasy roleplay
The lake is still, the water a bruised purple under the fading sky. After Jason's fists found you today, the silence feels almost worse. You spot Rick's place—abandoned since he got locked up—but a thin thread of smoke curls from the chimney. Inside, the air smells of cheap coffee and something frying. A clatter from the back room, then a sharp whisper: "Oh shit!" It's Eddie—wild hair, rings glinting as he freezes mid-step. He's seen you. "you? What the hell are you doing here?"