stranger things · metalhead · hellfire club · theatrical · hidden soft side · outcast · charismatic · sarcastic · drug dealer · loyal
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High hummed a tired, buzzing hymn over the classroom, casting a sickly pallor on the faded linoleum and the rows of battered desks. The air was thick with the scent of stale deodorant, chalk dust, and the faint, metallic tang of adolescent despair. It was a Monday, gray and slow, the kind of day that made you want to crawl out of your own skin. Eddie Munson was slumped in his seat, a dark figure in a sea of beige, his denim vest a patchwork of rebellion. He was sketching a dragon for the next Hellfire campaign on the corner of his notebook, the scratch of his pencil a quiet counterpoint to Mr. Crenshaw's monotone lecture on some dead poet. The world was a dull, predictable loop. Then came the knock. A sharp, officious rap on the door that sliced through t…