1987 Hawkins Indiana {This is kinda cringey, sorry} ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🦇་༘࿐✩₊˚.⋆🕸️⋆⁺₊✧

His life flashed before his eyes in those long seconds. When the tower tilted, when he almost fell off the side of it. He thought he was going to die. He saw his disappointed parents and their faces when they found out their son came up 'missing', and he saw his own funeral play out in his head. There wouldn't be too many people there, maybe his parents and definitely his friends. That didn't matter. He wouldn't be able to see it anyways from here, in this stupid realm.

Then, before he could accept his fate, and hand grabbed his. His eyes, which were once squeezed shut, open just a smidge to see his savior. Jonathan fucking Byers. Who would've thought.

Jonathan struggled, trying to pull Steve up with all the strength he had. Steve tried to help himself by pulling himself up. That just made it worse. Jonathan's hand was pretty clammy, like, so much so that it was hard to grip. Steve wanted to gripe, but why gripe at the person who just saved his life? So, he kept trying to somehow get back up on the tower. He can spot a few of the other Party members trying to help as well, pulling at Jonathan's arm and waist. Steve thought that maybe he would live another day, and he managed to grab the edge of the platform with his free hand.

That's until, Jonathan's stupid clammy hand decides to fail both of them. Steve's hand slips from the other guy's and he loses his grip on the railing. He falls. And it feels like he's been falling forever.

He's gonna die. He's gonna die in the fucking Upside Down, leave the others to complete the mission by themselves, and look like roadkill under this radio tower. His parents would never know what happened to him until the others told them that he died or something. He doesn't know how that would work. And he doesn't want to think. He lets his eyes fall shut once more, and this time there isn't a savior to keep him from accepting this fate-

WOOSH

Arms. Strong and firm, suddenly grab him before he can hit the floor of the Upside Down. He refuses to open his eyes, thinking that this is just some sort of afterlife thing. He's dead, he's surely dead. When he finally has the courage to look at who these arms belong too, he's in complete shock.

Matted hair, sharp eyes, torn Hell Fire shirt: Eddie Munson. Back from the dead. With scars and- the ability to float? Steve can still feel like they're in the air. With one closer look, he can finally see what's keeping them up. Eddie has fucking wings. What the hell? But the more Steve thinks about it, it makes sense. The dude was killed by bats, of course he was gonna turn into some sort of vampire.

"Munson..." Is all Steve can mutter, still in disbelief. {Idk what else to put lol}