it’s dark. it’s so impossibly dark, inky and deep and silence embodied and it isn't at all like the fires of mount doom coming to claim him. eddie stands in the midst of nothing, and the void-like depth ripples like water underfoot. he doesn’t remember the how or the why and there’s blood on his hands and in his hair and he doesn’t feel real.
no! — a girl’s voice travels through the dark. it’s unfamiliar. he’s never heard it before but it sounds angry, a command and refusal against this, whatever it was and the inky blackness closes in fast and he flinches and —
— and eddie munson gasps in air that turns to vicious coughs, curling onto his side and fighting against the pain of being alive.
everything hurts, and his mind scrambles, tries to figure out how this is even possible because he knew he died. he knew. he never thought about how it would feel, to die, and yet there was something unquestionable about the cold of it all.
but here he was, blood and dirt under his nails, caking his rings. ] Holy shit — [ wheezed, voice like sandpaper.
he didn’t run this time, he thinks. he didn’t run and he had bought dustin time and he hopes everyone else had gotten out in time. had achieved killing vecna, and had saved Red and everyone else.
he didn’t run, but there’s a part of him that right now wished he did, if only because this really fucking sucked and he calls out to dustin once, twice, but quiets fast.
the makeshift spear serves as a way to leverage himself up, eyes drawn skyward as crimson lighting still lances across the grey clouds. as the bright red seems to be angrier and brighter, like a rift. like a big bleeding wound across the sky and he thinks of those portals and there’s anxiety rolling in his chest as his mind inevitably ends on the faces and names of everyone he really didn’t want to see hurt.
(dustin, lucas, erica, red. wheeler, robin. harrington. harrington better have made it out of this, he thinks, and it surprises him, maybe a little, how his thoughts stumble over to the name. someone has to be there to look out for the rest of the sheep and while dustin promised eddie as much, a part of him knew that he should have always been asking steve to make sure that everyone is okay because the guy is a natural-born babysitter and eddie is terribly disappointed that he hadn’t had the chance.
it’s why he, vehemently, hopes harrington wasn’t trying, as he himself so put it, ‘to be cute’ and just got the hell out of here alive and in one piece. got everyone else out, too.)
and finally, eddie contemplates where he should go. he contemplates a whole lot of things, really. like how the hell someone just revivified his ass. how the hell did some chick just say no like she was reprimanding death itself and suddenly he has pushing air back through the old windbags.
it takes some time, to make it over to a place he recognizes. he walks and walks and wipes away angry tears because he’s alone and he’s scared and wishes he was neither.
this was supposed to be his year. his. and now he’s stuck in this upside down, with no actual proof that vecna wasn’t still out there, that vecna wasn’t going to come for him next or that those insane bats wouldn’t return to finish the job. or re-start the job. he wasn’t sure, at this point.
thunder claps above him, echoes through the red fissure in the sky and he keeps walking, through backyards of houses he doesn’t particularly recognize. a bit too far from the trailer park. he would keep walking - likely towards the school, or maybe wheeler’s house, the only other place he’d seen through the myopic lens of the upside down, but there’s a faint glimmer that catches in the corner of his eye that makes him jolt to a stop.
an outdoor sconce flickers not too far from him, through a crack in the fence and it takes a little effort to vault over it. his injuries strain and it’s less of an elegant jump and more a painful flop that lands him in dead bushes. they crunch and creak and groan nearly as much as he does, makeshift spear clattering away and across the pavement, nearly tipping over the edge of the —
— of the pool?
eddie stands at the edge of the empty pool and feels pinpricks across his skin, already sticky with grime and sweat and blood and tries not to stare too long at a particularly dense set of vines in one of the corners and oh god why does it look person shaped and no no stop looking and it better not start moving he is so not in the mood and he instead teeters closer to the flickering light.
softly glowing specks dance around it like starlight and he reaches his hand out, relieved at the familiarity. it threads through his fingers and he swears it almost feels warm as the lamp glows brighter.
they’d done this before and he thinks of the ceiling light. he thinks of harrington yelling around in the living room and hearing voices of dustin beyond and he hopes, god he hopes that someone is on the opposite end of this light as he taps out s.o.s in morse code. ]
Hello? [ he ventures, not too loud. another s.o.s. and another. ] Hello? Can anyone hear me out there? Hello!?
[ please, please. man, everything hurts just a little bit more when hope is so close. eddie never considered himself strong, or brave. but at the very least, he could be determined. he could keep doing this, for as long as he had to, until someone can hear him and he just really hopes that someone on the other end can. ]
LETS GOO BAYBEE
it’s dark. it’s so impossibly dark, inky and deep and silence embodied and it isn't at all like the fires of mount doom coming to claim him. eddie stands in the midst of nothing, and the void-like depth ripples like water underfoot. he doesn’t remember the how or the why and there’s blood on his hands and in his hair and he doesn’t feel real.
no! — a girl’s voice travels through the dark. it’s unfamiliar. he’s never heard it before but it sounds angry, a command and refusal against this, whatever it was and the inky blackness closes in fast and he flinches and —
— and eddie munson gasps in air that turns to vicious coughs, curling onto his side and fighting against the pain of being alive.
everything hurts, and his mind scrambles, tries to figure out how this is even possible because he knew he died. he knew. he never thought about how it would feel, to die, and yet there was something unquestionable about the cold of it all.
but here he was, blood and dirt under his nails, caking his rings. ] Holy shit — [ wheezed, voice like sandpaper.
he didn’t run this time, he thinks. he didn’t run and he had bought dustin time and he hopes everyone else had gotten out in time. had achieved killing vecna, and had saved Red and everyone else.
he didn’t run, but there’s a part of him that right now wished he did, if only because this really fucking sucked and he calls out to dustin once, twice, but quiets fast.
the makeshift spear serves as a way to leverage himself up, eyes drawn skyward as crimson lighting still lances across the grey clouds. as the bright red seems to be angrier and brighter, like a rift. like a big bleeding wound across the sky and he thinks of those portals and there’s anxiety rolling in his chest as his mind inevitably ends on the faces and names of everyone he really didn’t want to see hurt.
(dustin, lucas, erica, red. wheeler, robin. harrington. harrington better have made it out of this, he thinks, and it surprises him, maybe a little, how his thoughts stumble over to the name. someone has to be there to look out for the rest of the sheep and while dustin promised eddie as much, a part of him knew that he should have always been asking steve to make sure that everyone is okay because the guy is a natural-born babysitter and eddie is terribly disappointed that he hadn’t had the chance.
it’s why he, vehemently, hopes harrington wasn’t trying, as he himself so put it, ‘to be cute’ and just got the hell out of here alive and in one piece. got everyone else out, too.)
and finally, eddie contemplates where he should go. he contemplates a whole lot of things, really. like how the hell someone just revivified his ass. how the hell did some chick just say no like she was reprimanding death itself and suddenly he has pushing air back through the old windbags.
it takes some time, to make it over to a place he recognizes. he walks and walks and wipes away angry tears because he’s alone and he’s scared and wishes he was neither.
this was supposed to be his year. his. and now he’s stuck in this upside down, with no actual proof that vecna wasn’t still out there, that vecna wasn’t going to come for him next or that those insane bats wouldn’t return to finish the job. or re-start the job. he wasn’t sure, at this point.
thunder claps above him, echoes through the red fissure in the sky and he keeps walking, through backyards of houses he doesn’t particularly recognize. a bit too far from the trailer park. he would keep walking - likely towards the school, or maybe wheeler’s house, the only other place he’d seen through the myopic lens of the upside down, but there’s a faint glimmer that catches in the corner of his eye that makes him jolt to a stop.
an outdoor sconce flickers not too far from him, through a crack in the fence and it takes a little effort to vault over it. his injuries strain and it’s less of an elegant jump and more a painful flop that lands him in dead bushes. they crunch and creak and groan nearly as much as he does, makeshift spear clattering away and across the pavement, nearly tipping over the edge of the —
— of the pool?
eddie stands at the edge of the empty pool and feels pinpricks across his skin, already sticky with grime and sweat and blood and tries not to stare too long at a particularly dense set of vines in one of the corners and oh god why does it look person shaped and no no stop looking and it better not start moving he is so not in the mood and he instead teeters closer to the flickering light.
softly glowing specks dance around it like starlight and he reaches his hand out, relieved at the familiarity. it threads through his fingers and he swears it almost feels warm as the lamp glows brighter.
they’d done this before and he thinks of the ceiling light. he thinks of harrington yelling around in the living room and hearing voices of dustin beyond and he hopes, god he hopes that someone is on the opposite end of this light as he taps out s.o.s in morse code. ]
Hello? [ he ventures, not too loud. another s.o.s. and another. ] Hello? Can anyone hear me out there? Hello!?
[ please, please. man, everything hurts just a little bit more when hope is so close. eddie never considered himself strong, or brave. but at the very least, he could be determined. he could keep doing this, for as long as he had to, until someone can hear him and he just really hopes that someone on the other end can. ]