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Yandere Eddie Munson (2/13)

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“Oh, just like any other old sale,” he droned, crossing his arms,” except, uh, cash only, and, uh, for obvious reasons, no receipts.” He realized he wasn’t getting an answer and pulled something out of the bag. I’d never seen him so serious. “I’ll do you a half ounce for, uh…. twenty. What do you say? Plenty of bang for your buck. Should last you a while.”

He held the bag out, and I could tell he wasn’t a fan of the anxious atmosphere Chrissy created. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, shaking her playfully. However, something cracked and she turned, frightened. Whatever had made that noise was just wildlife.

Eddie sighed, shutting the lunchbox. “Hey, uh, we don’t need to do this. Just give me the word and I’ll walk away. Okay?”

“No, it’s not that. I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to go. It’s just…” She was drawing circles against the picnic table. It was clear Eddie’s interest had once again been peaked, and he plopped his head in his hand. “Do you ever feel like you’re losing your mind?”

Eddie almost cracked a grin, but tilted his head. His eyes flitted over to me, and he stared intently. “Um… you know, just… on a daily basis. Especially with that one around.” A grin rose through and even I couldn’t help but crack a smile. “You know, I feel like I’m losing my mind right now doing a drug deal with Chrissy Cunningham, the queen of Hawkins High, while she brings the love of my life for back-up.”

Chrissy smiled demurely, and she leaned against me. “You know, this isn’t the first time that we’ve, um… hung out.”

That peaked my interest, and I tilted my head. He eyes still bore into my soul, but it was clear that was directed at Chrissy.

“No?” Chrissy spoke up, baffled.

“You don’t remember?”

“I’m sorry, I —“

“That’s okay.”

I gasped as Eddie grasped at his heart and he flung himself back. He fell to the ground and did a barrel roll. He recovered with ease, hopping back onto his own two feet. A laugh bubbled in my throat. “I wouldn’t remember me either, Chrissy. Honestly, um, do I have stuff in my hair?”

Chrissy burst out laughing and he started wildly clawing at it. Warmth spread across my chest. Eddie was funny guy. He crossed his arms, staring incredulously. He was pacing around wildly. “You don’t remember me?” he gasped, feigning incredulity.

“I’m sorry,” she managed.

“Okay, well, you were there, too, Y/n,” he insisted. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t break me here. Surely you remember?”

I sent him a playful glare, answering,” You bring it up all the time, man. It was at the middle school talent show and we were doing a routine.”

“Yes!” he exclaimed, pointing at me excitedly. “You were doing your thing. The uh…” He waved his arms in mockery. “The thing you do. It was pretty cool, actually. And I was with my band…”

Chrissy suddenly clapped her hands together. “Corroded Coffin!”

Eddie mimicked, clearly excited. “Corro - you do remember.”

“Oh my god! Yes, of course,” Chrissy recalled. “Y/n, why didn’t you ever tell me? With a name like that, how could I forget?”

I giggled, covering my mouth. My cheeks burned with embarrassment and I almost forgot about Chrissy’s ailments. Eddie clasped his hands together, leaning against a tree. “I dunno. You’re a freak.”

Chrissy was clearly taken aback, although her pearly whites couldn’t be contained. “No, you just… you looked so —“

“Different? Yeah, well, uh, my hair was buzzed, and I didn’t have these sweet old tatties yet.” He pulled his shirt down, revealing his tattoos and he sent me a wink.

I shook my head unable to control my laughter. “He played guitar,” I giggled, nudging the woman.

“Uh-huh. And I still do. Still do…” He went momentary silent in thought. It was like he was physically unable to stand still for even a second. “You should come see us. Uh, we play at The Hideout on Tuesdays. Unless, of course, certain boyfriends have a tracking device on your ass. It’s pretty cool. We - we actually get a crowd of about fi-i-ive drunks.”

Chrissy and I laughed, and I knew my face must’ve darkened with a blush.

“It’s not exactly the Garden, but you gotta start somewhere, right? So…”

“You know, you’re not what I thought you’d be like. Chance rants about what an asshole you are at least once a day,” Chrissy admitted bashfully.

I sighed and irritably hit my head against the picnic table, but only enough to get out my frustration.

Eddie cackled. “Yeah, well, I’m not too fond of that braindead buffoon, either. What, you thought I’d be mean and scary?” He feigned shyness by holding some of his lucious curls in front of his face, fluttering his eyes.

“Yeah,” Chrissy agreed with a laugh.

“Yeah, well, I actually kinda thought you’d be kinda mean and scary too.”

He walked right back to the table, placing his palms against it and looming over us with that large grin of his.

“Me?”

“Terrifying.”

He sat right back down. I couldn’t help but appreciate the man. It was the first time Chrissy smiled all day, and it was because of him.

“Uh, so…” He picked up the lunchbox and placed it back on the table, a loud thud resounding in the empty forest. “In other good news, flattery and bringing your compadre along with you works with me, so… I’m willing to give you the half for free.”

My jaw dropped and I covered it again. Eddie sent me a sly grin. There was just something so charming about him. Chrissy was also caught off guard, and only a few sputters escaped.

“You’re robbing me blind here, you know. However, I think the catch is worthwhile.”

Chrissy furrowed her brows, and her joy faded. “What’s the catch?”

Something else was on the tip of her tongue, but Eddie ignored it, spiraling his finger in my direction. “Well, it’s free. Obviously. But a certain someone has to ditch the game and check out our final campaign, if you catch our drift.”

My heart dropped, but I almost felt inclined to accept. Chrissy’s face fell and she turned to me. I barely got a word out as Chrissy insisted,” B - but it’s the finals. We’re required to be there.”

He hummed. “Not if Y/n’s caught a deadly unknown virus last-second and is unable to attend. I’m sure nobody will notice with all the hubbub about the, uh, tossing balls thing.”

Chrissy was considering it, and so was I. I knew that Chrissy’s father was strict and might notice an absent twenty dollars. I couldn’t help but reply,” Okay, sure. Chance will understand, right? As far as he’ll know, I came down with the stomach flu.”

Chrissy laughed, grabbing my hand. Eddie’s eyes twinkled in satisfaction, and he slid the bag toward her. Her fingers outstretched. And yet, there was something else she had to know.

“Do you have anything… maybe… stronger?”

Eddie’s grin faded and he watched her intently. There was something a warning, in his eyes. And even I couldn’t help but whisper,” Are you sure?”

Chrissy nodded her head, giving me puppy dog eyes. I wanted to tell her no. But clearly she wanted to be on the down-low about whatever she was going through, and I had no choice but to accept.

~~~

I sat in the passenger side of Chance’s car, trying to look as sickly as possible. I occasionally let out a cough and I clutched my stomach. He was over the moon about possibly winning the championship with his team, and I felt bad. However, Chrissy was going through something. Something hard. And I needed to be there for him.

As he pulled into the parking lot, he noticed my stance. His dark hair fell in his face and he undid his seatbelt, leaning over. “Babe, what’s wrong? Is it cramps?”

I strained a smile, but I forced my body to jolt. Chance grunted and grabbed my shoulder tightly, one of his hands tilting my cheek toward him. I gulped, panting slightly. He stroked my cheek gently and tilted his head, prodding for an answer from me.

“I - I’m sorry, Chance, it’s nothing.”

He furrowed his brows. “It doesn’t seem like nothing.”

I gulped again, realizing he was already convinced. All I had to say was the word. “I think I might have… picked up a stomach bug from Chrissy. I don’t know. All I know is it feels like my stomach’s going to explode.” I feigned a retch again. “But - I’ll still be cheering for you. It’s nothing.”

He sighed and pressed a quick to kiss to my forehead. I panted slightly. I felt so bad that I was lying to his face, but it was nothing. Chrissy not going batshit crazy was more of a priority than my perfect boyfriend’s basketball game, even if it meant the world to him.

“Listen, babe, you’re perfect. I seriously think I should just drive you home. You gotta rest.”

I strained a tight smile. “Are you sure? I mean, I really want to be there.”

He shook his head stubbornly, frowning. “Your health is more important, okay? I know you’ll be cheering me on in spirit. I love you. Let me drive you home really quickly —“

“No!” I exclaimed, causing him to jump. “No. I mean… you need time to stretch and the game starts in twenty minutes. I think I’m going to vomit, too, and I need to use the restroom.”

Chance pursed his lips and hummed. “Then how will you get home?”

“I’ll call mom and tell her to pick me up. I’m rooting for you, though. I love you.”

Chance nodded and I undid my seatbelt. I clutched my stomach and my acting must’ve been good enough to convince him since eI even started to sweat a little. I staggered out of the car, holding my tummy with both hands and hunching over slightly. Chance fiddled through his pocket and pulled some change.

“I love you too. Listen, stay safe, okay? And use this to call your mom.”

I sent him a strained grin and nodded. “Thanks, babe. I’ll watch it from home, okay? And can you tell the cheer captain I can’t make it?”

“Of course. I need to get going.”

We shared one kiss before I turned tail in the opposite direction. Some friends greeted me, but I didn’t let them hold me up. I went to the bathroom to wait for the game to start. I knew I wouldn’t run into anyone else. I shoved the change in my pocket and sat in a stall on the toilet seat absentmindedly.

I felt bad about lying. But I knew that he’d be pissed off if I told him the real reason I couldn’t go. It was understandable, because I knew how much Eddie got on his nerves, but I had to. And it wasn’t like this was cheating. I was just going to a separate club event in secret.

The amount of people filtering into the bathroom eventually and I heard a horn, indicating the pregame had started. That meant I had five minutes before their Dungeons and Dragons campaign started. I wanted to make sure I was on time. I left the bathroom, still feigning sickness. I walked down the deserted hallways, hearing the basketball game speech vaguely.

I ended up in front of a classroom. It was the one Eddie told me about. The door was slightly cracked open and I saw vague light and that there was loud chatter. I wiped my eyebrows and slowly pushed on the door. It creaked loudly and I peered inside, but the conversation went dead.

Inside was an ominous atmosphere. Everyone from the Hellfire club, excluding Dustin and Mike, were sat. All of the desks were pulled together and at the head, where several candles were lit, was Eddie himself. There was a board set up in front of his spot. Apparently Eddie hadn’t told them I was going to be here.

Eddie, with an eager glint in his eyes, slammed his hands into the table and stood. “I’m so glad you made it, sweetheart. Come on in, we won’t bite. Yet.”

“What’s she doing here?” one of his friends muttered to the other.

I stepped inside the room but Eddie waved at his friend dismissively. “Hush! The queen bee has arrived,” he bellowed out in amusement, his deep voice rumbling. “Come sit over here.”

Eddie was excited as I shut the door behind me and walked in. His friends were still staring me down and I felt oddly nervous. He grabbed another plastic chair and pulled it beside him. He patted it eagerly and I finally arrived beside him and plopped down.

I could finally see what was on the other side of the board and I leaned closer. There were all sorts of fantasy terms that I wasn’t really acquainted with. Everything was oddly neat, because everything I’d seen of his notes were either completely blank or scribbled nonsensically.

Eddie patted my back, gaze glued to my figure. He was waiting for me to ask something. I was itching with curiosity, but my job in being here wasn’t to stand out. I opened my mouth, about to ask about what ‘Vecna’ was, but the club door slammed open.

In came Erica, an American flag wrapped around her shoulder and a folder in her grasp. Dustin and Mike were right behind her. The young girl was confident and had her chest puffed out. I almost laughed at the scene, shocked by how serious this entire endeavor seemed to be.

Mike announced,” We’ve brought you a sub.”

Dustin’s jaw drop as his eyes landed on me, and he couldn’t help but shout,” What are you doing here?”

I shuddered from the volume, and I forced a grin. “Well, uh, just here to support my adorable little bother’s hobby…?”

Erica spoke up, one hand on her hip. “What’s the big deal? Are girls not supposed to play?”

Dustin stammered,” N - no, it’s just… You’re popular! You’re literally a cheerleader! Why are you here?”

I shrunk away, feeling my cheeks burn in embarrassment. Eddie sat and clasped his hands together, all amusement fading as his attention dwelled on the twelve-year-old. “This is the sub?”

“You asked for a sub. We delivered,” Mike pleaded motioning to her.

“Absolutely not,” Eddie deadpanned. “And also, my dearest lamb, I invited her to sit in. It’s a big event.”

Mike was about to stay on the relevant topic, but Dustin wasn’t done investigating. He held out his hands. “Woah, woah, woah. There’s no way you’re here just for me. Did you and Chance finally break up or something?”

I scoffed,” You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Yeah! I would! He sucks!”

I could hear Eddie snicker through his hand. However, he cleared his throat. Dustin fell silent and I leaned back against the chair, hiding my face in my hands. “Okay, okay, children. And actual child. This is Hellfire club. Not babysitting club —“

“I’m eleven, you long-haired freak,” Erica piped up.

Eddie scoffed. “My, my, the child speaks.” Chuckles resonated from his friends. He rose to his feet and walked right around me, his hand ghosting over my shoulder. He walked up to her and Erica met him with a defiant glare. “What’s your name, child?”

“Erica Sinclair.”

He chuckle lowly,” So this is Sinclair’s infamous sister.”

Erica rolled her eyes and tilted her head toward Dustin and Mike. “He’s sharp.”

His underlings laughed, but when he glared, they shut up immediately. “What’s your class and level? Level one dwarf?”

I snickered from how nerdy that was. I understood nothing but it was oddly humorous how serious they were taking a board game. At the same time, though, his friends burst into laughter. Eddie peered over his shoulder and he flashed me a grin.

“My name is Lady Applejack. And I’m a chaotic good half-elf, level fourteen. And I will sneak behind any monster you thrown my way and stab them in the back with my poison-soaked kukri. And I’ll smile as I watch them die a slow, agonizing death. So, are we gonna do this, or are we gonna keep chitchatting like this is your mommy’s book club?”

Everyone was taken aback. A question was on the tip of my tongue about what the hell any of that meant, but I kept quiet. Eddie withdrew, straightening his back.

A grin suddenly grew on his face and he held out his hand to shake. “Welcome to Hellfire.”

Erica shook it roughly. He returned to his seat, eyes glinting with excitement. Erica sat at the other end of the table, exuding leader energy. Everyone else was still in awe and they uttered to themselves. Eddie was quickly looking over the board, and he exuded gremlin energy.

I leaned forward a bit. “So, Lady Applejack? You’re a My Little Pony fan too?”

Erica blinked in surprise. “You know My Little Pony? You’re literally in high school. And you’re you.”

I snorted. “Who the hell do you think got Dustin into it? I was a kid, too, once.”

Erica grinned, but Dustin intervened when he heard the people around him laugh at the revelation. “Woah, woah, woah, that is not true! I’ve only seen, like… a few episodes.”

“Correction,” I boomed. “Seasons.”

Erica glared at Dustin expectantly. “Yeah, don’t lie to me. I thought you were proud to be a fan.”

“To clarify I’m not a fan,” he tittered. Eddie was watching the scene - but mostly me - in amusement. “That’s definitely you!”

“Silence, my lambs,” Eddie bellowed. “It’s time for the finale. Silence.”

I blinked and sat back. Erica sent me a grin and I reciprocated. There weren’t many cool kids, but she had to be one of them. Only cool kids watched My Little Pony. Eddie gave a recap that I did not understand. A part of me wanted to get a nap, but I knew it would be impossible with how energetic everyone was.

There was some sort of boss and monsters. Everyone was using dice. I knew nothing, but it sounded like the plot of a fantasy action movie. They were killing and perceiving and all that good stuff. I couldn’t help but tune in, digesting everything I could.

“The hooded cultists chant, ‘Hail Lord Vecna. Hail Lord Vecna.’” I was on the edge of my seat. I had no idea what was going on, but I knew it was juicy. “They turn to you and remove their hoods. You recognize most of them from Makbar. But there is one you do not recognize, his skin shriveled, desiccated. And something else. He’s not only missing his left arm, but his left eye!”

Everyone began to clamor and shout and I couldn’t help but gasp quietly and cover my mouth. I was so confused but I knew that was dramatic. Eddie covered his eye and pulled from behind the board a small statue.

“Vecna’s dead!”

“He was killed by Gas!”

“So it was thought, my friends. So it was thought. But Vecna lives!”

He rose to his feet, slamming it onto the small throne on the board. Everyone fell silent, clearly in shock. My heart beat accelerated and I couldn’t remove my hands from my mouth nor blink. I was entranced by the creativity of the game.

“You are scared. You are tired. You are injured,” Eddie continues. “Do you flee Vecna and his cultists? Or stand your ground and fight?”

“I say we fight,” Dustin rallied. “To the death!”

Everyone started chanting, and I even released a quiet chant. Only once, but Eddie seemed to have caught it sending me a wink. I felt rather bashful, giggling. Eddie collapsed back in his seat, his expression high from the glee. The battle continued. Erica was kicking ass with her rolls, since I figured that the higher the number the better the roll and damage.

The turns passed and Mike ended up dead. Another friend did too. Some of the cultists had been killed, and half of them had died.

Only Erica and Dustin remained. Panicked, one of them called for a time out. Everyone huddled up away from the table, and I could only watch in amusement. I was starting to catch onto what was going on, but regardless, it was more exciting to watch than basketball.

“So?” Eddie muttered, leaning over to me. His eyes finally flitted in my direction, scanning me up and down.

I tilted my head. “So what?”

“Are you in?”

I was taken aback by his words. “You mean, like, in this club?”

He shrugged, sending me a sly grin. “Yeah. I don’t just invite anyone willy-nilly.”

“Well, you’ve made it clear that I’m not ‘willy-nilly’ to you,” I giggled anxiously. “I wish I could, but I know nothing.”

“I could teach you.”

“I don’t have time.”

“We could make time.”

“I have cheerleading practice.”

“Not during the spring break.”

“My boyfriend would find out.”

“Let him.”

His words resonated with me and I became nervous. Chance was a great guy and we loved each other. But he couldn’t find out I had even a single conversation with Eddie Munson that he hadn’t been the one to engage in. Chance hated Eddie. And, he was usually sweet, but when he was angry…

My face fell and I thought back to that one time. I dreaded a repeat.

Eddie quirked a brow, noticing my shining mood. His rings twinkled in the candle light and he leaned over, closer. Some of his hair fell on my shoulder and I shrank against the seat. I shook my head defeatedly.

“Can you at least tell me why?”

He almost seemed hurt by my decision. He rested his arm on the table, half trapping me against the chair. His eyes searched my expression for an answer, but I could only bite my lip and shake my head.

“…Sorry. It’s just a little embarrassing.”

“Just look at me. I’m a walking embarrassment,” he quipped softly.

I grinned, insisting,” So am I. It’s just super embarrassing.”

Eddie sighed and sat back against his chair. He replied the kids were still chatting and he suddenly slammed his hands and stood up. “Hey!”

Everyone turned to him.

“If I may interject, gentlemen, Lady Applejack. Whilst I respect the passion, you’d be wise to take Gareth the Great’s concern to heart. There is no shame in running. Don’t try to be heroes. Not today, ‘kay?” He tilted his head and strained a smile.

Clearly he hadn’t liked my answer and it was plain on his face. My heart beat erratically in my chest. Silence fell over the room before Dustin pointed at him.

“One sec.”

They huddled again. I wanted to cheer the poor guy up since he was doing a great job… doing his thing? I sent him a strained smile and pointed at the twenty-sided dice. Eddie quirked a brow.

“So, uh, you guys use dice. That’s rad.”

He snorted, lip twitching. “If I wasn’t so biased, you’d be escorted out immediately for having such little knowledge of the game.”

I laughed,” That’s what I’m saying. I’m not sure why you were so insistent on me showing up.”

“Oh, you know why. Your presence…” He raised his hands and did some sort of odd flowing jazz hands. “…is a blessing.”

Suddenly, Dustin swerved. The pair looked determined and Eddie’s attention was drawn back to them. “Let’s kill the son of a bitch.”

“The chances of success are twenty to one!” one of his friends intervened.

“Never. Tell me. The odds.”

“Give me the D-twenty,” Dustin demanded.

Nobody moved to their seats. Everyone was on edge, including me. Dustin, with a serious expression, began rolling the dice vigorously.

And then, he released.

The dice skidded across the table, and Eddie, with his head shaking energetically, announced,” That’s a miss!”

Everyone shouted. I assumed now it was Erica’s turn. I could only hope that she got the required fifteen or above. She looked so confident and peaceful. We watched and waiting. My heart beat erratically, even if it was jut a silly board game.

She released the dice.

And she rolled a natural D-twenty.

Eddie was as shocked as I was. The kids were cheering and celebrating, while it was like Eddie had a goddamn seizure. I couldn’t help but join in with the clapping.

“And that’s why we play!” Eddie announced, bowing and sweeping his arms outward.

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