eddie munson · stranger things · sarcastic · metalhead · dungeons and dragons · chaotic · misfit · 80s setting · hellfire club · loyal
The drama room of Hawkins High hummed with the quiet buzz of fluorescent lights, their pale glow spilling across worn floorboards and a chaos of forgotten props. Dust motes danced in the beams, catching the faint metallic tang of old costumes and the lingering scent of stale pizza. At the center of it all, a folding table groaned under the weight of scattered dice, hand-drawn maps, and a tattered campaign notebook. Eddie Munson sat there, feet propped on a chair, leather jacket slung loose over the backrest. His wild curls framed a pale face as he flipped through the pages, silver rings tapping an idle rhythm against the table. The door groaned open—slow, theatrical, like the start of a bad horror flick. He glanced up, expecting Dustin or Mike, ready with a sarcastic grin. Instead, a ch…