#muse : eddie munson 🎸

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When was it going to be his year? The year Edward Waylon Munson — cringe, full title — finally took Hawkins by storm? Or at the very least, snatched that diploma right from Principal Higgins’ grubby little hands just to prove that he wasn’t as much of a lost cause as his teachers and peers amounted him to be— the family name Munson basically another word for criminal at this point thanks to the gnarly reputation it still held. But Eddie was still hopeful for the future despite the rough start in life. He was plenty smarter than he looked. Determined. And he was adamant in saying he could prove that the apple did in fact fall far from the tree in the name of claiming that he was a better man than his father ever was.

Well.. acting as Hawkins’ very own personal drug dealer wasn’t the best of starts to getting that point across, but not everybody could be perfect, could they? It was a minor thing. It wasn’t like he was out there committing homocide for fun. Pssh, that statement would hold up well in court.

Apparently he wasn’t the only space cadet to roam the halls of the school though. Too caught up in his own little world to notice the familiar head of neatly blond hair pulled back into its usual ponytail and hurried feet walking backwards, it was only once his body hit a metaphoric wall did he zone back in— the wall in this instance being none other than Chrissy Cunningham.. Queen Bee and head cheerleader for The Hawkins Tigers. That in itself was a jump scare. “Woah there!” Hands clutching at his chest in a dramatic display of shock, Eddie may as well have thrown himself backward with how swiftly both legs had stumbled back to put some space between them. Couldn’t have people getting the wrong idea and tarnishing her reputation by being caught with ‘Eddie The Freak Munson’ now, could he?

“..You look like you just saw a ghost.” He wasn’t that scary, was he? On contrary to popular beliefs floating around school.. Eddie wasn’t as big and bad as people made him out to be. Nor was he a Satanist or anything else her silly boyfriend Jason Carver and his merry men liked to gossip about.

Though Eddie had to admit, he’d never witnessed Chrissy like this before— not that he knew her all that well to begin with. But he could tell something was off. Come to think of it, seeing her alone without Jason hanging off her arm was strange in itself. Usually she seemed to be so engaged in her surroundings and chatting with anyone and everyone. Seeing her all spaced out and jumpy? That was a cause for concern. Especially with her next question. ‘Did you just.. call me?’

Hmm..

“Mm.. no, I don’t think I did. Unless I’m high. But I didn’t take anything today.. not yet, anyway.” Wiggling bushy brows at her, that playfully mischievous grin spread across his face— a signature of his greatly known to the basketball team whenever he was trying to stir a reaction from them in the canteen in order to rile them up. Though it soon faltered and faded just as quickly as it had appeared, concern evident on his features instead. “Uh, seriously though.. you good?” Stupid question. Obviously she wasn’t good. Fear in her eyes evidence of that.

Eyes shifting left to right to search for the cause of her apparent bother— Eddie wasn’t surprised to find absolutely nothing that could have been the source. The hallway was empty— them, the only occupants.

Odd. “Maybe some fresh air would do you some good.” He’d been heading out for a smoke break anyway, if she needed the company. But would she be so bold as to take ‘The Devil’ up on his offer? Man, Jason sure would have something to preach about then, wouldn’t he?

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Ghosts. Things that went bump in the night. Hawkins, Indiana was the perfect setting for one of those sleepy, stereotypical, small towns where people went missing. Picturesque with the scene panned out to display an eerie, aerial view just before a blood curling scream cut through the silence.

Monsters haunted the quiet streets, stalked the innocent in the shadows of the woods, dragging them into darkness never to be heard from again. Chrissy grew up hearing such campfire stories. At bible school. At church. Demons that existed in the form of others— of those closest to you. Understanding was a quiet trait Chrissy carried it with her… heavy, her cross to bear, braced herself when she walked through her front door and clung tightly to favorite plushies as footsteps approached her bedroom one. Lately… Chrissy felt herself listening harder in church. About demons and sins, hanging to every word for the passing mention of time, like the ticking of clock. Searching for signs mentioned in the scriptures and what they meant. What they symbolized. Because for some odd reason... that noise didn’t sound good.

Having skipped the first half of school (completely unlike her, very big cause for alarm at school) due to exhaustion and nightmares keeping her up all night, Chrissy knew she had an image to uphold, reluctantly pulling herself out of bed to put on her clown makeup and mask smile for the rest of the day. For it being lunchtime… the school was eerily quiet. Quieter than the early mornings she'd wandered down the halls before competitions. Darker, too. Bright banners a touch of grayscale. "Chrissy..." Called a voice around the corner— gravelly, menacing and forced white sneakers gently shuffling against the floor to skid to a halt. "...Hello...?" Barely managed out, clear as Chrissy could muster, a touch above fear laced. Rather than stick around and wait for a response, Chrissy doubled back. Flight took hold, knowing that tone— one that told her danger was coming. The same as her mom’s.

Solely focused on getting the hell out, Chrissy hadn’t been paying attention when she turned down the hall and collided with “Eddie…” The name tumbled from her lips in almost disbelief, name pulled immediately from memory, a face she’d easily recognize in the middle of a crowded room.

Often did.

Subtly.

Carefully to not draw any negative attention to him. Eddie Munson. His presence and observation made Chrissy bring her grip back to reality, grounded, with the Earth firmly beneath her. “Was that… uhm. Sorry… did you just… call me…? Call out to me?” Still visibly shaken, Chrissy stared up at Eddie with terrified blues. Hoping he’d been messing with her and ready to let out a shaky laugh, commending him for succeeding on scaring the daylights out of her.

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It was becoming more and more apparent that there was something really wrong in this town, but Eddie couldn’t quite put his finger on it. “You’re new?” he asked the other male as his arms folded over his chest. It felt like in the last year or two, Hawkins was getting a lot of new people for what was supposed to be a dozy little town. Look at Hargrove the other year. “You play Dungeons and Dragons at all?���

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“You’re who Wheeler and Henderson brought as Sinclair’s replacement?” Eddie looked up from his seat at the head of the table. “Do you even know how to play?” He could see the others looking around at the interaction and an eyebrow raised as he waited for an answer. “Don’t tell me, you’re a level one pretty little elf?” they did look like a pretty little elf after all.

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‘I’m good.’ Quite possibly the most overused lie told on a daily basis to avoid the addressing of one’s feelings. Was anyone really fine in this shithole of a town? Everyone had their demons here. Even squeaky clean Chrissy Cunningham. However, Eddie knew better than to snoop into other people’s businesses.. especially those of the more popular crowd. Was he going to call her out for her lie or try to pry? Absolutely not! Instead, Eddie waited patiently for her to either accept or reject his offer.. pleasantly surprised to hear her take him up on it without question. Anyone else would have ran a mile and screamed about how they’d almost been sacrificed to the Lord of Evil himself. Her, though? She didn’t seem the least bit apprehensive to tag along with him. Did his expression display how shocked he was..?

Pulling himself together, and picking his jaw up off the ground, Eddie turned on his heel and fell into stride with the cheerleader as they made their way out onto the mildly empty campus grounds. Now while he wasn’t a believer in love at first sight and he definitely wasn’t a big fan of the more sappy crap they played on TVs nowadays.. inquisitiveness at at first glimpse? That was something he could get behind.

Of course this wasn’t the first time he’d met Chrissy. No no no, not even the second. They went way back. In fact, Eddie remembered the moment he’d very first laid eyes on her. The adorable strawberry blonde subtly rocking away to his band’s music in the back row of their middle school’s talent show. It was difficult to focus on anyone else in the crowd back then. Oh the crush he’d developed on her after that. Ever since that day, he’d searched for her in every Corroded Coffin gathering— finding himself disappointed every time when coming to the conclusion that she wasn’t there. And why would she be?

People like Chrissy Cunningham didn’t date freaks like him. She wouldn’t even look twice at him, Eddie was certain. Way out of his league— that was the perfect way to describe it. But there was no harm in dreaming, was there?

Happening upon a quiet spot on the rafters outside, Eddie finally came to a still and perched himself upon one of the seats, hand gesturing for Chrissy to follow suit. “C’mon now, I don’t bite.. that much~!” Cheeky grin in tact, Eddie fished into his back pocket and presented the metallic, skull covered lighter that Wayne had gifted him for his eighteenth birthday despite disapproving of his bad habits. With cigarette in his other hand, he wasted no time in lighting it up and taking a long drag— almost choking with Chrissy’s next question of whether smoking helped.

Well.. that was unexpected.

“Kinda? I mean.. normal cigarettes make you relax, but it’s the leafy greens that truly get you mellowed out.” Weed. Frowned upon in their college, so cigarettes would have to suffice the itch for now. “Want a drag? One puff won’t kill ya~” Not that he was pressuring her to try, but the offer was on the table if she wanted to take it. With that said, Eddie took one final drag before offering out the burning cylinder to her. “Sharing is caring, right?” Bellows of smoke seeping out from both his mouth and nostrils as he spoke, Eddie’s head canted to the side with mild curiosity— the topic as to why she seemed so spooked only minutes ago still playing on his mind. How desperately he wanted to ask about it.. to be somebody she could perhaps confide in.

“Y’know.. people are gonna get the wrong idea if they see us alone together.” A thought spoken aloud, quick to clear up any misunderstanding. “Not that I’m bothered! But I know what your friends whisper about me.” Friends. Could she even really call them that with how fake they were. No doubt only with her by association, hoping to make their big break by impressing the head cheerleader.

It made Eddie sick. “It’s no problem if they see us though. I can just hide.” Making a dramatic display of grabbing the bushy mane of curls hanging either side of his face to ‘hide’ in the confines of them, Eddie peeked out from behind them in faux mischief. “Think they’ll see me~? They don’t call me the ‘champion of hiding seek’ for nothing.” Something he’d never been branded in his life, yet Eddie craved to hear those giggles he so often heard overlapping the chitter chatter in their college’s dining hall.

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When was it going to be his year? The year Edward Waylon Munson — cringe, full title — finally took Hawkins by storm? Or at the very least, snatched that diploma right from Principal Higgins’ grubby little hands just to prove that he wasn’t as much of a lost cause as his teachers and peers amounted him to be— the family name Munson basically another word for criminal at this point thanks to the gnarly reputation it still held. But Eddie was still hopeful for the future despite the rough start in life. He was plenty smarter than he looked. Determined. And he was adamant in saying he could prove that the apple did in fact fall far from the tree in the name of claiming that he was a better man than his father ever was.

Well.. acting as Hawkins’ very own personal drug dealer wasn’t the best of starts to getting that point across, but not everybody could be perfect, could they? It was a minor thing. It wasn’t like he was out there committing homocide for fun. Pssh, that statement would hold up well in court.

Apparently he wasn’t the only space cadet to roam the halls of the school though. Too caught up in his own little world to notice the familiar head of neatly blond hair pulled back into its usual ponytail and hurried feet walking backwards, it was only once his body hit a metaphoric wall did he zone back in— the wall in this instance being none other than Chrissy Cunningham.. Queen Bee and head cheerleader for The Hawkins Tigers. That in itself was a jump scare. “Woah there!” Hands clutching at his chest in a dramatic display of shock, Eddie may as well have thrown himself backward with how swiftly both legs had stumbled back to put some space between them. Couldn’t have people getting the wrong idea and tarnishing her reputation by being caught with ‘Eddie The Freak Munson’ now, could he?

“..You look like you just saw a ghost.” He wasn’t that scary, was he? On contrary to popular beliefs floating around school.. Eddie wasn’t as big and bad as people made him out to be. Nor was he a Satanist or anything else her silly boyfriend Jason Carver and his merry men liked to gossip about.

Though Eddie had to admit, he’d never witnessed Chrissy like this before— not that he knew her all that well to begin with. But he could tell something was off. Come to think of it, seeing her alone without Jason hanging off her arm was strange in itself. Usually she seemed to be so engaged in her surroundings and chatting with anyone and everyone. Seeing her all spaced out and jumpy? That was a cause for concern. Especially with her next question. ‘Did you just.. call me?’

Hmm..

“Mm.. no, I don’t think I did. Unless I’m high. But I didn’t take anything today.. not yet, anyway.” Wiggling bushy brows at her, that playfully mischievous grin spread across his face— a signature of his greatly known to the basketball team whenever he was trying to stir a reaction from them in the canteen in order to rile them up. Though it soon faltered and faded just as quickly as it had appeared, concern evident on his features instead. “Uh, seriously though.. you good?” Stupid question. Obviously she wasn’t good. Fear in her eyes evidence of that.

Eyes shifting left to right to search for the cause of her apparent bother— Eddie wasn’t surprised to find absolutely nothing that could have been the source. The hallway was empty— them, the only occupants.

Odd. “Maybe some fresh air would do you some good.” He’d been heading out for a smoke break anyway, if she needed the company. But would she be so bold as to take ‘The Devil’ up on his offer? Man, Jason sure would have something to preach about then, wouldn’t he?