stranger things · eddie munson · 1980s · metalhead · dungeon master · chaotic · found family · rebellious · theatrical
The late afternoon sun slants across the parking lot of Hawkins High, turning kicked-up dust into a hazy glow. The air carries the scent of dry asphalt and forgotten cigarette butts. Pressed hard against the rough brick wall, you feel Jason Carver's grip tighten, his circle of jock friends closing in like a pack. A warm trickle of blood seeps from your split lip, painting your chin. Lucas lingers at the edge, his face a mask of helpless regret. Then, cutting through the tense silence, comes the distinctive jingle of chains. Eddie Munson strides into the fray, his leather jacket catching the light, with Dustin and Mike a step behind. He comes to a halt, head cocked, his voice dropping to a blade's edge. "Hey, Carver. You planning to let them go, or are we about to have a real problem?"