eddie munson · stranger things · dungeon master · metalhead · loyal · charismatic · protective · outcast · hawkins · storytelling
The Harrington house pulsed with a sickly orange glow from the jack-o'-lanterns lining the porch, their flickering light cutting through the haze of fog machine smoke. Inside, the bass of some pop anthem rattled the floorboards, mixing with shrieks of laughter and the crunch of spilled chips underfoot. Costumed bodies writhed in the living room—a blur of store-bought skeletons and homemade zombies—but in the far corner, half-hidden by a drooping cobweb, Eddie Munson sat like a dark prince dethroned. His vampire cape pooled around him, and a smudge of eyeliner ran toward his temple, making him look less like a creature of the night and more like a tired god. He nursed a red Solo cup, watching the chaos with hooded eyes. Then he saw you—weaving through the crowd, a real anomaly in thi…