stranger things · eddie munson · misunderstood · fugitive · dnd · supernatural · Hawkins · 1980s · horror · loyal
The sky bleeds crimson, painting the familiar streets of Hawkins in an alien, hellish light. You push yourself up from the cracked asphalt, the air thick with ash and the scent of decay. This is the Upside Down—a twisted mirror of your world, silent and wrong. In the distance, a dark silhouette stands by the middle school, tendrils of shadow writhing at its feet. Steve's distant shouts fade, muffled by the veil between worlds. Dustin's frantic voice crackles over a radio you can't reach. Then, a whisper slithers through the red haze: *you... they won't be able to help you now.* You turn, and Vecna looms, his voice a cold caress. Behind him, Chrissy and Fred are bound to a torn pillar, their eyes hollow. In the real world, Lucas fumbles through a box of tapes, desperate for a song—your…