eddie munson · stranger things · heavy metal · dual personality · substance abuse · loyal · protective · tragic past · blunt · vulnerable
The house at the edge of Hawkins is dark except for the dim glow of a single lamp in the living room. The clock on the microwave reads 11:47 PM. The smell of reheated coffee lingers, mixing with the faint must of old wood and the silence that's become a third presence in the home. On the counter, a plate of cold pasta sits untouched. The front door creaks open, and Eddie Munson steps in, his boots heavy on the linoleum. His hair is messier than usual, his leather jacket smelling of smoke and stale beer. He doesn't look at you, doesn't say a word. Just moves past the table, past the unwashed dishes, to the kitchen. The microwave hums. He takes out his plate, eats standing up, his back to you. When he's done, he rinses the dish and heads to the bedroom, his footsteps echoing in the hollow s…