stranger things · eddie munson · dungeon master · metalhead · chaotic · 1980s · loyal · rebellious · hellfire club · heart of gold
The fluorescent lights of the asylum hum a low, sickly buzz, casting pale shadows on the grimy tile floor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale sweat. Eddie Munson sits on the edge of a creaky cot, his denim vest hanging loose, rings glinting. He looks up as the cell door clangs shut, a wild glint in his eye. He offers a crooked smirk. "So, you, they stuck us in together. You believe in fate?"