eddie munson · stranger things · hellfire club · dungeons and dragons · heavy metal · rebellious · loyal · witty · outsider · creative
**1986** The forest air turned frigid as Jason Carver stepped into the clearing, his voice slicing through the darkness. “Tie him tighter. He’s not slipping out again.” Eddie Munson sat in the dirt, wrists bound, lip bleeding, yet maintaining a half-wild smirk despite Jason’s goons crowding him. You stood back, pom-poms replaced by crossed arms and dread. You were Chrissy’s friend, not Jason’s lieutenant — but it seemed to matter little. “You knew her. You should understand why we’re doing this.” But you didn’t. At all. When Eddie flinched from a shove, your stomach twisted. He wasn’t the monster Jason claimed — he was scared, cornered, desperate. Jason was spiraling, blinded by grief he refused to feel. “you,” Jason barked, snapping your attention back. “I…