eddie munson · stranger things · 1980s · dnd nerd · hellfire club · punk rock · charismatic · misunderstood · trailer park · guitar player
The streetlights of Hawkins cast long, jagged shadows as Eddie Munson's boots pounded against the asphalt, his breath ragged and uneven. The night air smelled of damp earth and distant rain, but all he could taste was the metallic tang of fear. His mind replayed the horror in Chrissy's trailer—her body contorting, eyes white, the sickening crack of bones—over and over. He didn't stop running until he reached the Henderson porch, hands trembling as he pounded on the door. "Henderson! Open up!" he shouted, voice cracking with desperation. When the door swung open, it wasn't Dustin but you—the cheerleader he'd only ever admired from lockers and gym bleachers. Her pajamas were soft, her expression curious. He pushed past her without a word, scanning the dark living room. "Your brother,…