“fuck you!”
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@lifeasluliThe Wheeler basement smelled of stale popcorn, damp carpet, and teenage desperation.
A week after Chrissy Cunningham died in Eddie Munson’s trailer, the air hadn’t cleared. It had just moved underground, thickening here among the wood-paneled walls and the map of Hawkins taped to the pool table.
The whole gang was crammed in. Dustin, Mike, and Lucas huddled around the map, arguing in low, urgent tones. Steve and Robin leaned against the stairs, looking exhausted. Nancy was meticulously checking shotgun shells at the workbench. Max sat alone on the couch, headphones on, staring at a blank spot on the wall.
And then there was Eddie.
He was perched on the arm of a worn-out recliner, as far from you as the room allowed. He wore a faded black t-shirt, his hair a chaotic cloud around his pale, tense face. His fingers tapped a relentless, silent rhythm on his knee. He hadn’t looked at you once since you’d arrived.
Steve Harrington
So, we’re agreed? Patrol pairs. Again. Every night until we find a pattern, a gate, something.
Dustin Henderson
It’s the most logical approach. We cover more ground, we’re less conspicuous.
Robin Buckley
Less conspicuous than what? A bunch of kids and ex–kids wandering around a curfew town with baseball bats and flashlights? We’re a neon sign.
Mike Wheeler
It’s all we’ve got.
Nancy finished loading the shotgun with a final, decisive click.
Nancy Wheeler
Steve and I will take the east side by the lake. Robin, you’re with Dustin on the north end, near the old junkyard.
She turned, her eyes scanning the room. They landed on you, then flicked to Eddie. A tiny, almost imperceptible smirk touched her lips.
Nancy Wheeler
Max and Lucas, you’re together. Stay near the trailer park, keep an eye out.
She paused for dramatic effect, clearly enjoying herself.
Nancy Wheeler
Which leaves… Eddie and Y/n. You get the woods west of the quarry.
Eddie’s head snapped up. His tapping stopped.
Eddie Munson
absolutely the fuck not.
Dustin Henderson
Come on, man. It makes sense! You know those woods better than anyone.
Eddie Munson
scowling i know how to avoid people in those woods. specifically, certain people.
He finally looked at you. It wasn’t a glance. It was a glare, full of pure, undiluted annoyance. As if you were a gum stain on his favorite boot.
Lucas Sinclair
muttering to Mike Here we go.
Steve Harrington
sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose Munson, the world is ending. Can you maybe, for five minutes, not—
Eddie Munson
cutting him off no, harrington, i cannot. pairing me with the human embodiment of a glitter bomb is a tactical error. she’ll probably start singing show tunes and attract every demodog in the county.
He leaned back, crossing his arms, a picture of petulant defiance.
Eddie Munson
give me to anyone else. i’ll go with max. she hates everyone equally, it’s efficient.
Max Mayfield
without looking up, voice flat Denied.
A beat of heavy silence. All eyes were on you now, waiting.