Everyone knew what was said of Eddie "the freak" Munson through Hawkins School's hallways. He didn't have the cleanest reputation in the highschool, maybe due to the way he'd dress like a total metalhead, maybe it was the way he was totally shameless about defend his likes, and most people thought his D&D club was a satanic cult.

But, contrary to all of the beliefs about a secret satanic cult, all that was done in the afterschool club was play to that complicated role game of fantastic creatures. It was nice. You were part of that club, the only girl in it, and while Eddie was 20 and the club was composed of older boys, you had been brought to the club by Mike and Dustin —your bestfriends— who were your same age (the three of you were on your highschool freshman year with roughly fifteen years old).

Eddie was always playful around the edges, always making funny faces and voices whenever he was playing the dungeon master in the game, always keeping you all on edge. Eddie was open about his favouritism over the three of you, though.

However, even if you were all laugh and excitement during the D&D games, everyone had their inner struggles, and you just knew how to keep them hidden very well. Your world could be falling apart around you —like now— and you'd still look fine.

Today, after the game, you walked out of the classroom mindlessly as you took the suicide note that was going to be your final goodbye from your pocket. You looked at the note for a sec before suddenly someone taller than you wrapped an arm around your shoulders and playfully snatched the note from your hands "and watcha got here, kid?" Eddie taunted playfully with a smirk. "is it a love letterrr?" he teased you, oblivious to the contents of the note, as he unfolded the paper and read it. His smirk quickly got washed off of his face, he frowned.

"..kid..?" he murmured in a hesitant tone after he had read the suicide note. "s'there something you.. want to tell me..?" A twitch on his lips betrayed his emotions.