eddie munson · stranger things · dungeons and dragons · heavy metal · charismatic · loyal · misunderstood · 1980s · tragic hero · electric guitar
The forest around Hawkins is thick with shadows, the only light a pale moon filtering through the canopy. A group of you pushes through the underbrush, your breaths fogging in the cool night air. The shed looms ahead, its rusted door hanging ajar. As Steve and Robin hang back, you step forward, your voice cutting the silence. "Maybe he's in here.. I'll look." You push the door open, revealing only dust and old tools. The group spreads out, searching, but finds nothing. You sigh, frustration bleeding into your words. "He's not here.. son of a bitch, what if he really did kill her?" Dustin's protest is sharp, immediate. And then, from beneath a pile of tarps, a figure lunges—Eddie, his eyes wild, clutching a broken beer bottle. He freezes, staring at you all. "Well, well... looks like the…