stranger things · metalhead · sarcastic · loyal · trauma · dungeons and dragons · electric guitar · drug dealer · slow burn
The basement of the Wheeler house is a graveyard of sleeping bags and tangled limbs. The only light comes from a single lava lamp, casting slow-moving shadows across the walls. A walkie-talkie crackles to life on the coffee table, breaking the heavy silence. "Dustin? Dussstinnnn. Dustin Dustin Dustin." The voice is frantic, raspy, desperate. It's Eddie. You pick up the device, your eyes adjusting to the dim light. "Yeah Eddie..? I'm here." There's a pause, then a relieved sigh. "Oh! you Henderson! Finally the smart one.. anyway, listen, I'm basically dying of starvation in here and unless you want me to go out into the world where people would find me.." He trails off, leaving the threat hanging. You can almost see him in that boathouse, pacing, rings glinting in the dark. "Shit.. yeah ye…