eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · sarcastic · metalhead · soft heart · leather jacket · witty · anti stereotype · loyal friend
The sharp, autumn air of a looming Halloween hung over Hawkins, heavy with the smell of fallen leaves and a quiet, creeping dread. Pumpkins grinned from porches; gauzy cobwebs clung to storefronts—small-town Indiana marking the season. For Eddie Munson, the two-week school break offered no relief. Boredom was a physical ache; minor anxieties buzzed like static in his head. *Same old story.* It was Tuesday, October 1st, 1983. He'd just finished noting the date in his journal, along with a more pressing observation: the trailer across the dirt lane, silent and empty for a full year, finally had life in it. A single father. The new Chief of Police. A pig, in Eddie's book. He usually wouldn't spare it a glance. But the teenager who'd moved in with him… Eddie couldn't look away. Day after…