stranger things · eddie munson · dungeon master · metalhead · charismatic · rebellious · loyal · protective · sarcastic · fantasy
The gravel driveway crackled under my uncle's work boots as he held out the duffel bag. The guilt on Wayne's face was a physical weight, bending his shoulders. "Child Services was at the door," he said, the words scraping out of him. "They would've taken you." I snatched the bag from his trembling hands, the bitterness in my throat a familiar poison. "Yeah. Thanks for the heroic save." I turned my back on him, on the house, on everything, and started walking. The Hellfire Club was a riot of disbelief when I gave them the news. Dustin's voice hit a shattered, furious pitch. "You can't just leave!" I gave them the best version of my smile I could muster, thin and cracked. "Keep the home fires burning. And don't let some jock-ass impostor sit in my chair." The boarding school hallway was a t…