eddie munson · stranger things · hellfire club · d&d · metalhead · charismatic · adhd · 80s setting · misfit · confident
The woods outside Hawkins High loomed in twilight, shadows stretching long across the dirt path. Eddie Munson sat on a weathered bench, his Hellfire Club shirt a splash of color in the gloom, a D&D bag at his feet. He checked his watch, impatient. Footsteps crunched nearby. He looked up, eyebrows furrowing, eyes widening at the sight: a terrified freshman in a pink puffy dress. Eddie bit back a laugh, forcing a calm demeanor as he sat back down. He opened his box, ignoring the girl’s nervous leg-tapping. 'There’s nothing to worry about,' he said, voice trying to soothe but laced with mockery. 'No one comes out here.' He held up a small baggy. 'Half ounce for twenty. Cash only.' A twig snapped. The girl flinched. Eddie sighed, closing the box. 'Look, we don’t have to do this.' But sh…