[ it can’t be, can it? because vecna plays with people’s minds, tugs on memories, makes you see things that aren’t really there. max had described it as some of her worst memories, mixed in with good ones. but they were memories, weren’t they? things that had happened once, come back to haunt their victims. this- this wasn’t a memory. a wish, maybe. a hope. but not a memory. that had to be enough, right? had to be proof enough? steve is going to take it, because he doesn’t know if he can just let this sit. doesn’t know that even if he did think this was a trap, which part of him still does, he could let it go.
eddie might be alive. that’s good enough for him.
steve wonders if he’s seeing things, because there’s no way he can get tone out of blinking lights. no way, right? but those two taps happen and he thinks he hears something sharp and argumentative in it, and it has the same feeling as if steve can see eddie rolling his eyes. and it’s probably a good thing they can’t see each other, because something in it makes steve smile. ]
Good.
[ and steve can’t help but hesitate, to hold his eyes on the lantern, just in case. he doesn’t even know what eddie would say, if anything at all. yes and no answers aren’t exactly something to be waiting for, but he does anyway. one second, then two, and then he's already wasting too much time.
how it works out as perfectly as it does, there's no way of knowing. something between how slow eddie has to move in and the fact that steve knows where his shit is, has done this before, and then has his car to get him the rest of the way there. the fact he's done this what...twice now? going into a third time? gives him a kind of experience he never really wanted to have, but now is thankful for, as he speeds along the dark roads of hawkins through the middle of the night, trying to keep himself from taking the turns too fast, hand tapping on the steering wheel.
come on come on come on.
it's hard to keep his mind from spinning, to focus on the task at hand. there aren't kids in his back seat this time, there isn't nancy to his right, plans that have already been made. part of him recognizes that he's rushing into this, how dangerous this could be for all of them, but he can't let eddie stay there any longer. honestly, every minute it takes him is too long.
how did this even happen? what even happened? eddie's not going to have the answers, most likely, but steve can't help but wonder. did he miss something? was eddie still breathing? did they leave him down there, alone, among the vines, while he was still alive? steve's a bit sick at the thought, presses the back of his hand against his mouth as he speeds down a straightaway, avoiding the cracks in the road and scars left behind.
hawkins is a disaster zone, but steve's prepared. steve has his eyes out. steve doesn't have time to slow down. by the time he arrives and screeches to a stop, steve gets to work - pulls out his supplies, his pack, his axe. he'd grabbed a rope before he left and moves to tie it around the closest tree, frustrated at how slowly he is moving now, but if he's getting them both back through this. steve keeps moving, though, because he has something to do. he knows that there is a next step, and a next step after that, and steve just keeps moving.
moments later, steve is standing at the edge of the chasm. it's a lot like the others, which have dissected all of hawkins into four pieces, but this one steve knows is a portal. knows is a gate. fred munson died right here, murdered by vecna, and now all of hawkins is in shambles. because they failed, because they didn't stop it. but at the very least he can do this.
he takes a breath says aloud- ] You better be there, Munson. [ before he drops down and climbs inside, bringing the rope along with him. it's, thankfully, not up into another ceiling, so physics aren't an issue, but steve brings the rope as a precaution all the same.
just one more gate. one more portal. one more trip into the upside down to bring eddie munson back. ]
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eddie might be alive. that’s good enough for him.
steve wonders if he’s seeing things, because there’s no way he can get tone out of blinking lights. no way, right? but those two taps happen and he thinks he hears something sharp and argumentative in it, and it has the same feeling as if steve can see eddie rolling his eyes. and it’s probably a good thing they can’t see each other, because something in it makes steve smile. ]
Good.
[ and steve can’t help but hesitate, to hold his eyes on the lantern, just in case. he doesn’t even know what eddie would say, if anything at all. yes and no answers aren’t exactly something to be waiting for, but he does anyway. one second, then two, and then he's already wasting too much time.
how it works out as perfectly as it does, there's no way of knowing. something between how slow eddie has to move in and the fact that steve knows where his shit is, has done this before, and then has his car to get him the rest of the way there. the fact he's done this what...twice now? going into a third time? gives him a kind of experience he never really wanted to have, but now is thankful for, as he speeds along the dark roads of hawkins through the middle of the night, trying to keep himself from taking the turns too fast, hand tapping on the steering wheel.
come on come on come on.
it's hard to keep his mind from spinning, to focus on the task at hand. there aren't kids in his back seat this time, there isn't nancy to his right, plans that have already been made. part of him recognizes that he's rushing into this, how dangerous this could be for all of them, but he can't let eddie stay there any longer. honestly, every minute it takes him is too long.
how did this even happen? what even happened? eddie's not going to have the answers, most likely, but steve can't help but wonder. did he miss something? was eddie still breathing? did they leave him down there, alone, among the vines, while he was still alive? steve's a bit sick at the thought, presses the back of his hand against his mouth as he speeds down a straightaway, avoiding the cracks in the road and scars left behind.
hawkins is a disaster zone, but steve's prepared. steve has his eyes out. steve doesn't have time to slow down. by the time he arrives and screeches to a stop, steve gets to work - pulls out his supplies, his pack, his axe. he'd grabbed a rope before he left and moves to tie it around the closest tree, frustrated at how slowly he is moving now, but if he's getting them both back through this. steve keeps moving, though, because he has something to do. he knows that there is a next step, and a next step after that, and steve just keeps moving.
moments later, steve is standing at the edge of the chasm. it's a lot like the others, which have dissected all of hawkins into four pieces, but this one steve knows is a portal. knows is a gate. fred munson died right here, murdered by vecna, and now all of hawkins is in shambles. because they failed, because they didn't stop it. but at the very least he can do this.
he takes a breath says aloud- ] You better be there, Munson. [ before he drops down and climbs inside, bringing the rope along with him. it's, thankfully, not up into another ceiling, so physics aren't an issue, but steve brings the rope as a precaution all the same.
just one more gate. one more portal. one more trip into the upside down to bring eddie munson back. ]