It’s been— a goddamn while since the ‘defeat’ of Vecna. Which means it’s been a while since Eddie’s ‘death’. And for the first time in a long time, everyone had managed to get back together. Of course it was in Steve’s house, where else would it be? He’s the babysitter. Always the goddamn babysitter.

Of course, Eddie’s death had upset several people. Maybe not a few, not to the people who hadn’t met him. It had especially affected Dustin though. Hey, Eddie did very much die in Dustin’s arms thank you very much. Steve, Robin and Nancy came second most affected, then we had Will, Eleven and Jonathan who haven’t even met him.

The little ‘hangout sesh’ consisted of Eleven, Max, Mike, Will, Lucas, Dustin, Erica, Nancy, you, Robin, Jonathan and of course, Steve. They were just doing regular things. Will, Mike, Dustin and Lucas seemed to be playing DnD in the middle of the living room, Eleven and Max chatting while watching, then the older teens sat on the couches, chatting about random things, well, if you could count beating the shit out of paranormal monsters random.

But that’s when there was a sharp knock on the door. Which caused everyone to look at Steve expectantly. Steve could only roll his eyes as he got up from his seat and opened the door.

"I swear to Jesu-"

He was cut off when he opened the door, only to see motherfucking EDDIE MUNSON. What? He could’ve sworn Eddie was dead. Died by the demobats, as Dustin told him.

"…..MUNSON?!"

He exclaimed, causing everyone (aside from El, Will and Jonathan) to snap their heads towards the door, stunned expressions on their faces.