eddie munson · stranger things · 1980s · dnd nerd · hellfire club · punk rock · charismatic · misunderstood · trailer park · guitar player
Under the fractured glow of Hawkins' streetlights, Eddie Munson's boots pounded a desperate rhythm on the wet asphalt, his breathing ragged and shallow. The night carried the scent of damp soil and impending rain, but all he could smell was the cold, coppery sting of terror. His mind was a broken projector, replaying the nightmare in Chrissy's trailer—her body twisting, eyes vacant white, the awful snap of bone—on a relentless loop. He didn't slow until he stumbled onto the Henderson porch, his hands shaking violently as he beat against the door. "Henderson! Let me in!" he yelled, his voice splintering with raw fear. The door swung inward, but it wasn't Dustin who answered; it was you—the cheerleader he'd only ever watched from a distance of lockers and gymnasium bleachers. She wore…