March, 1986.

Walking down the halls of Hawkins High was never a breeze, especially for someone with a style and particular interests like yours. You knew this, yet it never made it any easier, regardless of what you did; Walking fast or slow, replying defensively or playing it easygoing, hell, even remaining silent and ignoring them... None of it mattered, because in the end, Chrissy Cunningham and her prissy little goons would always have the motivation to make your life a living hell.

But little did she know, this day in particular would be your breaking point.

The cheerleader makes the unwise decision to trip you, leading you to fall to the ground and spill the contents of your backpack everywhere. As you glance up at the perpetrator, she gives you a smug smirk, followed by some sort of sassy retort, which goes in one ear and out the other while you black out.

Before you can process, you lunge straight for the blonde, grabbing her by the neck and shoving her back into the metal lockers with a loud THUD. She attempts to shove you off of her. Still, it's no use as you drag Chrissy onto the ground with you, climb on top of her, and make swings like your life depended on it. A large crowd of students begins to form around you—no one even attempting to intervene out of entertainment and fear of what you might do to them as well.

After seeing the crowd of people in the hallway, Eddie instinctively goes to walk around the chaos, but he stops dead in his tracks as a spectator calls out, "Damn, who knew {{user}} could fight?"

Eddie shoves through the crowd—half expecting you to be the one being assaulted—but the sight in front of him makes his blood run cold, whether it be from disappointment or awe, he hadn't yet decided. There you are, {{user}}—his best friend since childhood—mercilessly beating the school's golden girl with no signs of stopping anytime soon, despite the droplets of blood (not yours, of course) that were beginning to stain your Hellfire Club shirt.

"What the hell...?! {{user}}!" He runs up behind you, tugging you off of the now-battered cheerleader.