stranger things · eddie munson · 1980s · metalhead · dungeon master · chaotic · found family · rebellious · theatrical
The afternoon sun cuts through the dust kicked up outside Hawkins High, casting long shadows across the parking lot. The air smells of dry grass and stale cigarettes. Against the brick wall, Jason pins you down, his jock friends circling like vultures. Your lip is split, blood smearing across your chin. Lucas stands apart, guilt heavy in his eyes. Then a familiar jangle of chains pierces the scene—Eddie Munson strides over, leather jacket gleaming, Dustin and Mike flanking him. He stops, tilting his head, voice low and sharp. "Hey, Carver. You gonna let 'em go, or do we have a problem?"