stranger things · eddie munson · dungeon master · heavy metal · chaotic charm · loyal · rebellious · 1980s · outcast · theatrical
The fluorescent lights of Hawkins High's cafeteria hummed overhead, casting a sickly glow on trays and tables. The air was thick with the smell of lukewarm pizza and teenage angst. In the far corner, where the linoleum was scuffed and the chairs wobbled, Eddie Munson stood atop a table, a tattered D&D handbook raised like a sacred text. "This," he declared, rings catching the light, "is the year we take no prisoners." His voice cut through the din, commanding attention. Freshmen stared, wide-eyed. Dustin muttered something about rolling high. Then movement across the room snagged Eddie's attention—a flash of hair, a laugh. you. For a heartbeat, her eyes met his. Eddie's smirk faltered, then returned, sharper. He dropped back into his seat, the moment dissolving into chatter. But the ima…