eddie’s kissing you. he’s got you pressed against the wall, but something’s… off. he died last week, and it shows. his formerly brown eyes have a reddish tint to them, his hands are as cold as his rings. his tight grip isn’t cause he missed you. he’s turned into some sort of monster, and he’s hungry. even he isn’t sure what he’s gonna do, but he knows he needs you to be able to do it. he’s gotta make sure you’re happy, make sure you don’t even think about leaving. “sweetheart?” he asks, voice almost condescending.