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The Unpleasant Trip to Point Pleasant

Jay Mocking x Allie Perea (feat. Eddie Munson)

Allie made by @eddiemunson-reader-shame @londonfog-chan

Dividers by: @strangergraphics

Word Count: 9k

Summary: The girls have stolen Eddie’s van on an impromptu trip to West Virginia hunting monsters! Expecting to see the Mothman, the Flatwoods Monster, or maybe even another Bigfoot, they’re met with a horror they’re unprepared to face.

Warnings: Cursing, recreational drug use, weed, smoking while driving, fighting monster, blood, minor gore, aliens??

A/N: Y’all I started writing this shit in October… OCTOBER OF 2024... anyways this is dedicated to the lovely London, the cryptid hunter girlfriend to my cryptid girlfriend. I thoroughly enjoy her creations and perspective with which she creates. I hope you enjoy the completed piece <3 On a more personal note this fic is inspired by annual roadtrips with my family that I probably won’t be experiencing anymore, so I hope you enjoy the scenery I'm mourning.

Playlist: Bad Moon Rising by Creedence Clearwater Revival, Ventura Highway by America, A Nightmare Far Worse by Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein, Rats by Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein, What Did You Do To Him? by Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein, Never Going Back Again by Fleetwood Mac

(Listen to “Bad Moon Rising” by Creedence Clearwater Revival)

The deep blue of the Doritos bag reflected onto the white bag of Pizzarias right next to it. The two different snacks sat snuggly on the rack of various chips, the narrow aisles of the gas station stocked with anything from Twinkies to antifreeze for cars. Jay shifted while staring at the two chips, her thick boots scratching against the light layer of dirt on the off white tile floor.

On one hand the chip bowl logo of cool ranch Doritos looked promising, on the other hand you could never go wrong with cheese pizza flavored Pizzerias. The decision couldn’t be made lightly, it was still another three hours until Jay and Allie made it to Point Pleasant. Another three hours of jolting around in Eddie’s van, Eddie’s van that they borrowed, Eddie’s van that they borrowed without telling him, Eddie’s van that they stole. They already spent an hour and a half that morning clearing out every accumulated piece of trash, vacuuming the dusty leather seats, and generally making as decent a vehicle as they could out of the rickety Chevrolet. And with three hours left in their trip trapped in a box that smelled like tobacco and sweat, Jay had to make their snack choices very carefully for the sake of their senses.

Meanwhile Allie was misplaced in the gas station, standing still as a statue with her head tilted to the side. Her eyes narrowed behind her glasses to a glistening plastic bag. The thin prison of a small green alien figurine that couldn’t have been any larger than your thumb. She felt uncomfortable standing in the gas station, foul smells of hot dogs and sewage wafting in the air along with the faint humidity from the delicate rain outside. How uncomfortable did the alien feel? Not only trapped in the gas station but also living as a plastic packaged prisoner, watching as life passes you by from the balcony of a $0.50 price tag. Was there any comfort in life in a plastic bag?

“Allie,” Jay suddenly called to her.

She snapped her head to look at her friend, who from the impatient look on her face had called Allie more than once yet went unheard.

Jay lifted the two chip bags in her hands, “Dorito’s or Pizzerias?”

“Get Dorito’s.”

“… I’m getting pizzerias.” Jay made up her mind while she walked over to the register.

Allie scoffed and rolled her eyes at her friend, leaning out of the aisle to watch Jay drop the chips and a few candies on the counter.

“Why do you always do that?”

“Do what?”

“Ask for my opinion and then do the opposite.”

Jay paused for a moment before looking at Allie with furrowed brows, “I guess hearing someone’s opinion just helps me figure out what I don’t want.”

Allie pursed her lips, scratching at the cuffs of her thick jacket while she searched for the courage to protest.

“Well what about what I want?”

“… Do you want Doritos?”

“… Yeah.”

Without another word Jay shoved both chips into the pile and pulled out a wad of cash. It was more than she needed, but she didn’t have much time to coordinate her belongings when her friend ripped her out of bed that morning. In truth she had no plans to leave her house when she went to bed the night prior, but come sunrise Allie called her with specific plans in mind. Jay didn’t pick up the phone and after four calls and three voicemails, she eventually plugged the damn thing out of her wall. So the only logical solution was to show up at her door, politely greet her parents, and rudely awaken her friend in her vampiric sleeping chamber.

Jay was less than excited to be woken up, but became enthused at the prospect that this impromptu road trip would be searching for cryptids, monsters, and aliens alike. They couldn’t take Jay’s car, she wouldn’t allow it. While her second hand hearse had great storage space, she was not about to take Elvira through winding hills and bumpy roads. So that’s when an exchange was made in the rundown trailer park just outside of town while their favorite metalhead was still sleeping. They left him the hearse so if he truly needed to travel he could, but they knew he wouldn’t since he feared Jay’s wrath if Elvira was damaged.

So hours later and one cassette mixtape in, Jay and Allie climbed back into the van while the sun shined through the cracked windshield. Jay handed the blue bag of Doritos to her friend in the passenger seat without a thought, only turning her head when she noticed a speck of bright green in her peripherals and following the motion with a double take. Allie held a little alien figure in her hands while she pulled the chip bag open.

Jay looked up and down between the Alien and Allie, “who is this?”

Allie glanced at Jay and noticed her pointed stare, so she casually shook the figure in the air. “This is our son.”

“Awesome…” as Jay looked at the alien her brows started to furrow with confusion.

“When did you pay for him?”

“… we should drive away right now…” Allie accentuated the threat by crunching loudly on a chip.

“… Awesome,” Jay nodded before promptly reigniting the engine of the van.

(Listen to “Ventura Highway” by America)

The road was a deep cut through the mountains, twisting with every sweet curve of the impressive coupling of rock and tree. You could look out into the valleys and catch the round slope of the forest cap, like an ocean painted in approaching death that rivaled the angry blush of the sun. Clouds misted across the light blue sky while the moon made a guest appearance between the crowds of cumulous.

The traveling pair battled the crisp chill in the rainy air every time they jumped out of the van on some random off road, blasting the AC to resurrect the warmth in their icy fingertips. Every stop was as pretty as a painting, every Polaroid they snapped was a picture worth framing. Tall trees toppled over mossy creaks, rusty bridges held hands with the cracking concrete roads over quick rivers, and a quaint brick town would peak out of the autumn brush at just the right angles. So they captured every moment they could, climbing on branches or stacking themselves on boulders.

This trip was dedicated to finding cryptids, of which there were few, mostly the local raccoon or fox making a quiet trip across the road. But that’s when their son, the little green alien named Pepito, came in handy. The figurine would debut in snap shots of the rivers or be poised over one of their heads in a poorly angled group photo. Allie even had the grand idea of positioning Jay far from the camera while she held Pepito close to the lens so the tiny alien would appear as hulking as Bigfoot.

Who knows how many cassette tapes they turned over and ejected again and again as they fought over the radio, who knows how many Polaroid’s were stashed away in Allie’s book bag, they weren’t even aware of how many hours they spent in Point Pleasant until the setting sun poured gold into a pink sky. They enjoyed every moment, climbing back into the van with bellies full of local cuisine and another argument over the radio ready to start. While they hadn’t caught the Moth Man or the Flatwoods monster, they still captured fresh joy in their upturned cheeks.

“I just don’t want to turn in that fucking essay” Allie grumbled to end a long winded rant about their current academic adventures.

“Shit, I hear you,” Jay sympathized while reaching back behind her seat, right hand waving wildly to search for her bag while her left hand turned the wheel slightly too far to this side and that side.

“Bird, Jesus- careful!” Allie shouted as she grabbed the wheel and forced the van back into the correct lane.

Jay groaned back at her, finally sitting up with a whole can of hairspray in her hand. “I am careful, leave me alone.”

She proceeded to blast the hairspray into her hair, squinting as the air filled with the bitter smell of alcohol and other unmentionable chemicals. After spraying a generous lather onto her bats nest she would poke and prod to correct the shape, fluffing her hair into the air.

Allie was left to choke on the fumes, first closing her eyes and waving her hand in the air to dispel the bitter cloud. But when her lungs constricted with the desperate demand to breathe she swallowed a mouth full of hairspray. The bitter taste shot straight to the back of her throat, forcing her to hack and wheeze all the while Jay laughed at her friend's suffering. Allie finally rolled down the window, as quickly as the wheel would allow her, and stuck her head out to catch a fresh gust of air.

“Hey roll that back up!” Jay scolded, “the humidity is ruining my hair!”

Still gasping desperately to gather a clean breath, Allie shouted from the window, “why would you do your hair if you knew you were gonna be outside today?”

“Well you didn’t exactly get me at a good time this morning so I just kinda threw everything into a bag, my comb and hairspray were already in it, plus when I asked you if I should do my hair you said-“

“No. So you had to do your hair,” Allie rolled her eyes, catching that theme for the second time today.

“And that’s what made me realize how much I wanted to do my hair,” Jay affirmed Allie’s conclusion by tossing her hairspray somewhere behind her and letting the metal canister clank against some loose items.

“You’re ridiculous,” Allie laughed and slightly shook her head. Just at that moment the music they had been listening to ran dry, the cassette tape popping out of the radio with little grace

“Aw shit, what haven’t we listened to yet?”

“Ummm- oh, I should have my Rumors tape in my bag! Pop it in!” Jay hit the wheel in a quick rhythm of anticipation.

Allie took no time in rummaging through Jay’s bag, which she tossed her every cassette into before stealing the van. Popping the black square into the radio between them she sat back with a contented sigh, the drama filled acoustic sound of Fleetwood Mac somehow making the chill in the late fall air all that much crisper.

“God I love this album,” Jay sighed as she shook her head in reverence.

“… I kinda wish I was high for it though.”

Allie laughed slightly before a curious smile curled her lips, “what are the chances Eddie left some of his stash in here?”

“Oh shit, check the glove box.” Jay tried not to let her eager eyes wander off the road as Allie searched.

Tucked under a hidden stash of trash they failed to find earlier was a mint box with two pre-rolled joints, likely left from the last time Eddie hot boxed. Allie dug through the glove box for a lighter but was met with the same pieces of trash she encountered her first search. Jay caught Allie’s persistence and pulled up her bag from the car floor, shoving it into Allie’s chest since she couldn’t perfectly see where she stuck out her arm. Allie took the bag and promptly pulled out her friend’s lighter. She stuck a joint between her lips and ignited the end, sucking in short breaths to send embers up the roll of sweet green. Finally content with the smoke billowing from the end she took a long drag, holding the earthy musk in her lungs until gravity grew lighter, and she finally let out her breath and watched the haze disperse through the van.

Watching her take a second drag Jay felt an itch on her tongue, the pungent smell recalling memories of the taste which promised her peace. She leaned over the center console with parted lips, her eyes darted between the road and Allie as she silently pressured her friend to pass the joint. Allie rolled her eyes slightly but yielded the joint to her eager friend, sticking the joint between her lips.

Just as the roll was secured, Allie turned her head to catch a dark mass on four limbs slinking on the road ahead. She gasped before shouting, “Look out!”

Jay snapped her head to the road but barely had any time to assess the situation, the figure just a few feet away from the car. Jay’s muscles clenched, her teeth clamping down on the joint in her mouth, and without thinking she spun the wheel and forced the van to swerve off the road. The wheels screamed against the damp concrete as they slid onto the sloping hill beside their path. The van practically nose dived down the hill, narrowly avoiding a few trees. Jay tugged at the emergency break with all her might, the tension in the wheels seeming to have no effect on the speed of their descent. Just as the ground below them leveled, the van came to a sudden halt, the metal grunting as it teetered side to side.

The van filled with the sound of heavy breathing, each girl gasped for breath while adrenaline shocked them like a cold shower. Their hearts pounded in their ears as their pulses ran quickly.

Jay raised a shaky hand up to the joint in her mouth, huffing on the joint before removing its chewed butt from her teeth.

“… are you okay?” She finally asked.

Allie’s hands had clasped around her seatbelt across her chest, and it took all the strength in her trembling body to remove her vice grip.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” she muttered while nodding.

“Okay… where’s Pepito?” Jay gasped and sharply turned her head.

Allie’s eyes flickered around the van, landing on the ashtray in the dashboard and sighing with relief.

“He’s here,” she lifted him out and held him tightly to her chest.

Jay firmly placed the car in park, releasing the emergency break and letting her foot up off the brake pedal.

“What was that? Was that-… like a bear?”

Allie shook her head, trying to enhance the shape in her memories but being unable to discern features beyond its size. “It was too skinny to be a bear… I think it was a dog.”

“No, fuck!” Jay slammed her head into the steering wheel, the horn beeping in response.

“I really hope I didn’t just kill a dog.”

While anxiety crawled its way into the shared silence they climbed out of the van, giving it a quick glance to confirm that it wasn’t damaged. In truth they couldn’t tell, the rust bucket was already so scratched up they’d never know if they added to the collection. The ground beneath them was marked by the spinning motion of the van with a trail of kicked up soil exposing moist earth all the way up the hill and to the main road.

“Jesus,” Allie shook her head before clearing her glasses of newly formed fog.

“I’m shocked we didn’t roll over.”

“Yeah, talk about plot protection.” Jay laughed to herself as they trekked further up the hill.

(Listen to “A Nightmare Far Worse” by Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein)

As they came up around the steep hill they saw what they nearly hit, its shape indistinguishable at first. It could’ve been a hairless cat if it weren’t for the frog-like quality of its clammy skin, it might’ve been a starved dog save for the terrible appendages that should’ve been paws. Still, without a close look it was hard to discern. The two took careful steps closer to the mass of flesh in the road, squinting their eyes and craning their heads side to side to make more sense of the bony creature.

Jay got cold feet very quickly, teetering on the edge of the yellow line as if it were a shield while her mouth opened and closed like a fish while she struggled to describe what was laid out before them. Allie on the other hand had fully invested herself in the investigative process, settling on her hands and knees, her palms catching dirt and chunks of concrete that threatened to slice open her skin. Despite the stinging sensation her sole focus was the creature. Her heart was pounding in her ears, with every quick breath of anticipation she got a putrid whiff of its musty scent. Her terror was twinned with excitement, every ounce of fear met with equal fascination, her blood boiling just beneath her skin as she took in every detail up close.

It had no face. No eyes. No mouth. Whatever orifice you could’ve called a face was nothing but a smooth mound of flesh. It wasn’t just unfamiliar, it was damn near other worldly! Could this be some terrible malformed mutt? Or was this something else entirely? Could this be a brother to the monsters they had so carelessly been mocking all day?

“What the fuck is it?” Jay called out and ripped Allie away from the glamor of her discovery.

“It’s not a dog,” she answered as her elation seeped through her frustration.

“Oh thank god-“ Jay clutched her chest and folded in half.

Allie continued to look over the monster slowly, reaching out a tentative hand to turn its “head” and truly understand it. As it limped to the side she noticed it did have a mouth, or some equivalent to a mouth. Large slits were carved up its head, the petal-like flaps hanging open to expose a cluster of blisters. The red and white almost made it look like the top of a toadstool mushroom. She pulled back one of the flaps and gasped in realization. Those weren’t blisters, those were teeth. Tiny misshapen canines crowded together in a slack jaw that no doubt would be a Venus fly death trap for its prey.

“Ugh,” Jay gagged from her safe distance, “don’t touch it bug, that’s disgusting!”

“I think it’s an alien!” Allie called back with both consternation and glee.

“Well then definitely don’t touch it!”

“You gotta check this out,” Allie finally stood up and brushed her hands on her jeans. “It’s sick! Like genuinely horrid I could piss my pants, it looks like a fucked up sand worm! Not Shai Hulud but something smaller-”

“What?”

Allie let out a small scoff before continuing, “It’s Dune- okay, anyways, I don’t know what the hell we just found but I’m really hoping it’s my destiny or some shit. I mean this thing is like it came right out of my brain, like it’s a living breathing piece of all the books and movies I like, and all the stories my dad used to tell me to scare me at night- oh my god I have to take this thing back!”

Jay listened to Allie ramble with a feigned smile whilst her patience ran thin. At Allie’s final eager declaration Jay gave her a slow deliberate blink of disbelief.

“… I’m gonna give you a chance to not say what I think you just said.”

“Oh come on, this is like my dream!”

“What the fuck do you want an alien carcass for?”

“I don’t know.” Allie shrugged while muttering under a mischievous smile, but as her excitement rose so did her volume. “Dissect it and study it, resurrect it and keep it as a pet? The details don’t matter when the possibilities are this endless!”

Jay waved her hands in the air as she desperately longed to berate her friend for such an outrageous idea, but she knew her anger was never received well by those she cared for. So with a deep breath she placed shaky hands on Allie’s shoulders and looked her dead in the eyes.

“Allie. I love you. You know I love you. But I am not going to lug that thing down a hill.”

“What? Why not?”

“Why not- we don’t know what it is! It might be an alien, it might be a cryptid, it might be some failed science experiment that the government’s looking for, we don’t know! And as much as I want to support your dreams, bug, the real thing is never as good as the fantasy. Like I think Michael Myers is sooo hot, but I’d avoid a real serial killer at all costs. Cause I know I’d be disappointed, and I don’t want you to be disappointed when we find out the truth about-… well whatever that is.”

Allie’s shoulders slumped, her head dipped, and she let out a sad sigh. But then she tilted her head up ever so slightly and pouted at Jay, her brown eyes somehow glossy with tears as she looked just beyond her thick glasses.

“Please bird? Please?”

“…”

Mud smeared down along the hill as it barreled down the slick grass, its pale skin collecting dirt all the way down until it made a loud ‘thud’ against the wheel of Eddie’s van still sitting patiently at the bottom of the hill. Allie smiled at Jay who refused to look back, just rigorously wiped her hands on her jacket in an attempt to rid the feeling of its cold skin. It didn’t work.

They weren’t sure what to do at that point, neither of them wanted to load the alien into their trunk so it sat against the van in a small pile of mud. The sun was just barely peeking up over the horizon, the sky above them adopting a deep blue shade and calling to action every nocturnal creature burrowing in the surrounding forest. They had no idea where to go, so they walked down the hill in search of a path they could drive onto since there was no way they’d be able to drive up onto the highway again. The light grew more scarce as they weaved through trees, flinching when water droplets would drip down onto their frigid faces.

A crisp snap rang through the woods, both girls immediately coming to a halt. Jay’s hand subconsciously searched for Allie’s and wrapped around her forearm while her eyes darted around for any further movement.

Allie spoke in a raspy whisper, “what was that?”

“Shhhhhh!” Jay insisted, hissing louder than Allie’s original volume.

The forest around them remained still, every breath they took felt like a risk, the hallowed howling of the breeze through the trees tricking their fight or flight with every shaking branch above them.

A round entity scuttled across the ground before them, Jay and Allie screaming and jumping into each other as their arms and legs frantically tangled into a confusing hug. Jay’s bug eyed gaze finally fell onto the possum before them after a moment of screaming. It’s pink nose digging under a sheet of fallen fall leaves in search of delicious grub.

“Oh my god, bug, it’s just a possum,” Jay explained as her vice grip on her friend turned into a lax hug of relief.

Allie caught the sweet dark eyes of the possum and the band of babies latched onto its back, sighing and following it up with a long drawn “awww! She’s a mom!”

With a new found focus they eventually discovered the road at the bottom of the hill, and made a hasty retreat back up the hill as the last legs of sunlight died. Jay practically sprinted to the passenger seat, her legs sticking out of the door as she grabbed the remaining joint from the glovebox. Sliding out and leaning against the van she took a long satisfied drag to calm her nerves. After a brief pause she huffed happily and walked around the van to get back to driving.

She stopped, realizing she shouldn’t have been able to walk around the van that easily. She slowly turned, looking down at the ground to where she swore they left the alien, and found an empty spot with a few marks of dragged mud leading into the darkness.

“… oh no…” she muttered.

“What?” Allie asked as she caught up with Jay by the side of the van, then noticed the absence of the alien as well.

“… oh no… we should go.”

“Yeah, yeah that’s a good idea.”

They both scrambled to pile back into the van, trembling hands securing their seatbelts as they shimmied into their seats. Allie adjusted her jacket under the seat belt and pulled meticulously at the thick folded fabric. When she realized her once full pocket was empty she searched her other pocket, then patted down her whole body and looked around for what she lost.

“… shit… Pepito’s gone.”

Jay snapped her head to Allie, “What?”

Allie frowned at herself and held the edges of her jacket in a tight fist, “I think I dropped him when we saw the possum.”

“… fuck.” Jay hissed before she snapped off her seatbelt and shuffled out of the van.

Allie watched her with eyes growing wide in quick rising horror, “what are you doing?”

“I’m going to get our son back,” Jay huffed back.

Allie zipped out of the passenger seat in a flash to catch Jay. Just before she could open the trunk, Allie blocked the way, slamming her back against the doors and spreading her arms wide against the cold metal.

“Look it’s- it’s fine, he’s probably like a dollar store toy we could get back in town.”

Despite Allie’s attempt to be reasonable, the underlying disappointment in her voice was clear. As ill fated as Jay’s ambitions were, she couldn’t stand the thought of Allie leaving this adventure without an alien. Flower faced or plastic based.

“Do you want to go or do you want a souvenir?”

“I want to go.”

Jay took a long drag from the joint in her fingers, giving Allie a cold stare back. Neither of them budged for a long while as they stared each other down.

“… Allie, grab my crowbar.”

Allie’s shoulders slumped, and she shook her head as she reluctantly opened the back of the van. She leaned over to dig through heaps of trash and long forgotten jackets, trying to swim through deep layers of junk to find the singular practical tool they brought on this road trip. Jay had brought it along in case of creeps and predators, not necessarily for defending against monsters while searching for a gas station figurine. But hey, she’d get her use out of it.

“Let me re-tie my boots before we go,” Allie requested with her head buried deep in the trunk, toes starting to lift off the ground as she felt the cold metal of the crow bar graze her fingertips.

“No it’s fine.” Jay took a nervous drag out of her blunt. “You can just stay put, probably safer to hang by the van-“

The leaves beneath them crunched, the ground behind Allie vibrating with a heavy thump before Jay gave a loud shrill scream. Allie’s breath caught in her throat and anxiety shot down to the very marrow of her bones. Her body clamped up, hands instinctively clinging onto the crowbar as she whipped her head around to face whatever threat lingered.

By the time she turned, all she could see was the faint frame of her friend dragging on the ground. Her screams fading from distance and braking between gasps and blood curdling groans of pain. Whatever the creature was doing to her added unseen insult to Jay’s presumed injuries. Her cries were terrible, but short lived, as they fell into silence either by a rapidly increasing distance or by Jay’s lack of effort.

Then Allie was alone… So much for the van being safe.

(Listen to “Rats” by Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein)

The crow bar was pressed into her clammy hands, arms pulled tight to her heaving chest, her veins flooding with adrenaline. Her whole body was frozen, half trying to run away and half trying to follow after her friend. Reason was screaming loud and clear through the uncomfortable silence, Jay was gone and she needed to leave. It was freezing, if the monster didn’t attack her she’d probably get lost in the woods and die of hypothermia. The best thing would be to get in the van, drive back to town, and call for help.

But even in her fear, there was a small voice whispering to her in her head. Whispering reminders of her father, of the last day she saw him, of the good days they’d never have again. What she wouldn’t give to have helped her dad. What she wouldn’t do to have kept him in her life just a little bit longer. That whisper sliced through every fraction of reason inside her and conquered her fear quickly. For a brief moment the chill of the crowbar as it steadily absorbed the winter air felt more like the metal of a sword in her hands. For a brief moment in that endless darkness, as her every shaky breath stung her lungs and dried her throat, Allie imagined she could be a hero. And she wasn’t going to lose anyone else.

Allie bolted back to the trunk, scrambling for a flashlight she could’ve sworn Eddie had used to tell scary stories when they were hot boxing last Halloween. She found it, the light stuttering as it awoke from a long sleep, and without further thought she darted out into the woods. Her feet dragged through the damp ground once again. Fear attempting to hold her back but instinctual bravery pushing her forward. She tried to keep quiet, struggling to keep her gasps of breath to a minimum while the thin air felt like pins and needles through her nose. She darted her head side to side, the flashlight illuminating everything within a few feet of her as she looked for any possible signs of her friend.

It seemed hopeless at first, every damp tree indistinguishable from the last. The light rain that had been following them solidified into a gentle snowfall, creating a haze in every direction her flashlight pointed. She walked the path they took before the sun had set, assuming for some reason a monster would take the same path a person would. Her assumption led her nowhere, her friend far out of sight while a terrible silence settled over the forest.

Then a hiss sounded in her ear, far but familiar. She pointed her flashlight in every which way, searching for the humanoid sound. And she heard it again, louder, more clear than before.

“Allie-“ Jay’s broken cry echoed again, her position in the woods more clear than before.

Allie scurried in her direction, her flashlight finally illuminating something worthwhile. Jay was sitting up against a tree, hair full of leaves and a thick layer of mud and dirt covering her. She was holding her leg, trying and failing to make herself stand as deep crimson spilled from… well, it was hard to discern exactly where on her leg she was bleeding. Even as Allie rushed to her side and inspected her friend's leg, her pale flesh rouged and mangled, there were too many deep gashes tearing apart her flesh to decide on just one culprit for the stream of red trailing across the forest floor.

Jay was crying, face gaunt from fear but blushed from her tears. Before she said anything she held up her dirt covered hand, a familiar green alien clutched in her fist. Allie gasped, looking at the plastic toy like they had just found a living breathing unicorn.

“Holy fuck how did you do that?”

“I think it was fate’s compensation for my leg, he got caught up in my hands when that thing was dragging me,” Jay whispered to Allie, a small smile on her face that slowly faded as painful tears continued to fall. “You were right, you were absolutely fucking right-“

“Shh,” Allie tried to soothe her, “it’s okay, it’s okay-“

“I should’ve listened to you,” Jay continued while snot ran down her nose, wincing in pain as Allie tried to help her up. “Ahh-, fuck, I always should’ve listened to you.”

Allie did what she could to help her friend to her feet, holding her waist while throwing Jay’s arm over her shoulder. They hobbled together through the woods, Jay groaning in pain with every step her wounded leg had to make.

“You can say your peace later,” Allie said as firmly as she could, “we have to get back to the van.”

Jay nodded, trying to carry her weight in Allie’s arms as best she could. “It’s still out here, I managed to get it off me but I doubt that thing’s done with us.”

“Shit, okay what did you do?”

“I tried hitting it but its skin is pretty damn durable, I used my blunt to burn it and the fucker ran away crying. So less susceptible to bludgeoning, prone to fire damage.”

The two spoke in low voices, the same cadence they used when trying to come up with a battle tactic for Hellfire. Odd that the situational awareness they gained from a fantasy roleplaying game might be the difference between life and death.

“It’s gotta have a weak spot,” Allie added. “Every monster has-“

“A weak spot,” Jay joined in to finish the sentence. “Dragons underbelly, beholder’s eyes, Eddie’s insecurities-“

“And for that Alien I’d guess we target its mouth. If it’s got durable skin then its insides are probably soft as hell. Aim for a blow right in the gullet, gives us time to escape,” Allie plotted out loud.

“Sure, but that means we either have to take this thing on in a close range melee fight or get a flamethrower-“ Jay’s skeptical comment was interrupted by a terrible screeching sound.

Both the girls' breaths caught in their throat and anxiety shot down to the very marrow of their bones. It was a terrible grading screech one might attribute to a hulking prehistoric reptile rather than a midwestern forest dweller.

“… Bird, can you walk?” Allie whispered.

“… I don’t think so…”

“… can you run?”

“… I’m gonna have to.”

(Listen to “What Did You Do To Him?” by Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein)

Still moving as one singular mass they picked up speed. Jay’s lame leg dragging against the ground, painting the path below in bright wet red they had no doubt was leading that monster to their direction. The cries grew louder, mixed with shrill hisses and unholy clicking sounds.

These girls spent their free time imagining fighting magical monsters, and yet they hardly felt magical being chased by one.

As they jogged back to the van they could hear it, the awful cries growing louder, twigs snapping and leaves crackling. Its pace matched that of a dog eager to fetch a toy while its terrible clawed hands kicked up the earth beneath it. It was getting closer. But in the same vein, so was the van. They just had to run fast enough or fight quick enough for one of them to make it into the driver's seat.

Now Jay, did the one thing you should never do when being chased. She looked back. Her eyes, freshly adjusted to the darkness, could make out its four legged mass charging at them, its face peeling open to screech proudly at catching up to the girls.

“It’s here!” Jay shouted in terror.

Allie cursed under her breath, letting go of Jay and pushing the girl towards the van a few feet away. “Go!”

She spun around, pulling the crowbar in her hands back and around her head. She turned just in time to catch fiend’s the terrible clammy grey skin suspended in the air. Allie pulled her arms into a steady circle just as the alien was about to tear her face apart and decked it to the ground. Its lily-like expression met with the wet dirt beneath it as it struggled to scramble to its feet.

She swung again, the wet dirt beneath her sliding her body to the side and skewing her perfect shot. Then a full set of sharp teeth pierced through her jacket and dug into her skin. Allie screamed at the sharp sting, her feet continuously slipping on mud while the petal-like maws were tugging at her arm. As she was being dragged she caught a large tree close by, and dug her feet into the wet ground to charge into it. The alien was slammed against the bark and growled as its mouth was forced open.

She slammed the side of her face against the tree in the process, so she took a moment to shake some sense into her. She tightened her grip on the crowbar and backed up just enough to crack her weapon into its head, its skull bouncing as it slammed against the tree and slid to the ground. As much as she deserved to stand there and gloat like a proud gladiator, her victory was probably just luck. So she darted back to the van.

Jay was slow as she cried the whole way back to the van, her legs bouncing and jolting like her pain was a puppeteer tugging at the strings on her knees. She thought to hop into the driver's seat and get the van started, but she’d never make it. She could make it to the trunk at least.

Finally hopping up to the iron doors she opened one side, crawling in with the strength she had left in her body. As she sat up she noticed Allie dashing back to her, and the pale foreign figure finally getting back on its feet. It shook its head, the slits of its face opening so it could roar before sprinting towards Allie. They were cutting it close, she wasn’t sure what she could do to slow down the alien any longer.

Until she remembers the missing pieces of their puzzle. Fire.

When Allie was close enough she tossed the keys to her friend, “drive!”

Allie obeyed, taking no time to leap into the driver's seat. Jay pulled her lighter out of her pocket, taking a brief moment to look back at the junk piled into the trunk. Old towels, broken guitar strings, a guitar pedal, hair spray, so many fucking bear cans- wait, yes, her hair spray!

The van rumbled beneath her and jolted to a start, her finger tips nearly missing the spray can as Allie started to drive around the side of the cliff. Chasing after like a desperate dog was the alien, all fours digging into the ground while it pursued with reckless abandon.

It leaped up once more, jaws stretched wide open and claws dangling in the air. Jay sparked her lighter, aimed her hairspray, and rained glorious hellfire right down the monster's throat. It’s terrible rows of teeth shining bright orange in the beam of fire.

It recoiled, losing its momentum while it fell to the ground, its flaming jaw slamming against the vans bumper. Jay didn’t listen to its screeches of pain, just closing the door of the trunk before Allie sped off into the woods.

“Holy shit- that’s what I call a fireball mother fucker!” Jay shouted victoriously, finally deflating on the van’s floor as her pain took over her body. The cassette player in the front of the van finally comes back to life and picks up where they left off on the tape.

(Listen to “Never Going Back Again” by Fleetwood Mac)

“You okay bird?” Allie called out in a shaky voice.

“Yeah bug.”

“Is Pepito okay?”

“Right here bug,” Jay affirmed as she felt the small figure in her pocket.

They were heaving for a long while, breathless and weak as the adrenaline slowly seeped out of their bodies. It was a miracle Allie managed to get back on the road, finally breaking the tree line to greet the paths that curved around tall mountains. The altered path was enough of a detour to extend the trip a few more hours than necessary.

They visited the topic of the alien in spurts, throwing theories back and forth with wavering levels of certainty. Every hypothesis had too many loose ends, every theory didn’t have enough application, and the implication of every concept was too terrifying to face. Whatever that creature was, wherever it came from, it carried truth’s neither were ready to face. So after much debate heated with freshly sown trauma, they decided to never speak of the alien again.

The sun had just risen past dawn, a soft light basked the labyrinth like trailer park in wide square shadows over fields of dead grass. A mop headed brunette was accumulating a thick cloud of smoke around himself while he anxiously huffed on his third cigarette that morning. He barely got a lick of sleep. The bags under his eyes were almost as dark as his doe like irises. His foot tapped relentlessly on the concrete steps leading up to his front door.

It was one thing to wake up to Eddie’s van being stolen, it was another to go an entire day without seeing the thieves. And the ordeal was only made remarkably worse by the pair not returning even into the next morning. His steadily increasing worry kept him up all night. He burned through blunts like nobody's business until his supply was short and he had to crack into one of his uncles six packs. Every time he heard a car in the distance his heart would race and his head would crane frantically to see if it was his van coming down the dirt path, but it never was.

The latest car to drive down the road was his Uncle Wayne as he was coming back from his graveyard shift. The older man took his time to park in their driveway, aka a dead patch of grass, lining up his car to make sure he didn’t bump into the hearse already parked there. He knew this vehicle well, it usually meant a raven haired teen wasn’t far, but in this instance it meant Jay hadn’t returned with Eddie’s van. And he made a damn good guess that Allie was with her since Eddie called her house and her brother said she left the previous morning in a rush.

Wayne climbed out with a resigned look on his wrinkled face, pressing his lips together as he approached his nephew on the steps.

“… still no sign of ‘em?” He asked in his gruff but well meaning voice.

“Take a fucking guess,” Eddie grumbled back. He chucked his cigarette butt onto the ground, putting it out with his foot as he stood and stretched.

Wayne hummed back, he stepped inside and started clunking around before he walked back out with two cans of beer in his hands. “Those girls almost get into more trouble than you do.”

“I’ll say,” Eddie scoffed back as he eagerly took a beer. “I swear when they get back I’m gonna kill them.”

“Oh you don’t wanna kill ‘em,” Wayne replied while shaking his head.

“No I do, I seriously do.”

“Nah, you don’t.” The older man took a quick swig of his own beverage, growling low at the satisfying sensation. “Just be real sweet, who knows what’s kept ‘em held up for so long.”

Eddie opened his beer and chugged nearly half the can, wiping his mouth and letting out a similar low rumble as the carbonation hit his stomach. The beer kept his head light so his troubled thoughts grew quiet, but it swam around with the gnawing fear in his gut so it really didn’t help much at all.

After a moment of staring off into space he muttered, “what if they don’t come back?”

Wayne looked down at Eddie with a growing frown. “… well, we’d go to the police and tell ‘em about your van.”

“Yeah but how would they know where to look for it? They didn’t leave a fucking note or anything so I don’t even know where they’d be if they-“ Eddie cut himself off by shoving his head into his hand and rubbing his face roughly. His friend’s mortality was a subject he had to face, as much as it pained him to imagine that either of the girls could be hurt.

His uncle sighed and placed a firm hand on his shoulder, “it’ll work out, kid. You oughta get some sleep though, you look like the dead risen again.”

Eddie let out a half assed laugh, keeping his eyes on the road while Wayne staggered back into their trailer, the rotting iron door slamming behind him. Eddie just couldn’t look away, not yet. He didn’t want to believe that Allie and Jay might never come back, that he’d lose his van and the two people he cared about more than anything in a single day without any control over it. He fucked up a lot of things, he was used to getting hurt because of it. He couldn’t accept that he might endure an exponential loss without any input. Without any chance to stop it

The sound of gravel pressing harshly into dirt grew louder, and Eddie’s hard trained eyes were rewarded by the incoming view of his van. Thank god. He got up on his feet, shifting his weight while adrenaline kept him from relaxing any longer. Now that he didn’t have to worry, he had time to be livid. He threw his hands in the air, pressing his lips together in a disapproving glare as he stalked towards the parked van.

“Guess the peanut gallery decided to come home,” Eddie shouted. “It’s still grand theft auto if the auto is a hunk of-…”

He trailed off when Allie slumped out of the driver's seat, her thick glasses failing to hide the deep bruise on her cheek, and even her signature jacket couldn’t hide the trace of blood seeping through the fabric.

Without much time to think Eddie’s heart stopped and he rushed to Allie. His calloused hands grasped her face and kept her close while his eyes did a frantic dance over her form. He gasped and stuttered, one hand twitching to grab her arm but remembering it’s probably not good to grab someone’s still bleeding injury.

“Holy shit, Bug, are you okay? What hap- who did this?” He rambled as his worry grew.

Allie had half a mind to turn into a blubbering mess at his intense attention, but after the last few hours she only had the energy to brush her hands up his forearms to reassure him.

“I’m fine, Eddie, seriously.”

“You don’t look fine!” Eddie squawked back, “What the hell happened?”

Her mouth hung open for a second, her breath stuck in her chest before she released a sharp dumbfounded sigh. The van behind her made a familiar cry of the passenger door opening, in desperate need of wd40, then followed by a whimper. A series of groans and hisses sounded around the van as Jay slammed the door shut, one hand on the hood of the vehicle as she limped towards the other two.

Eddie was already shocked to see Allie disheveled, but when he spotted Jay coated in dirt and blood like a zombie freshly crawled out of the ground, he was floored.

“Oh fuck-“ he whispered as he scrambled to Jay.

He snatched her arm and threw it over his shoulder, keeping a firm hand around her ribs while leaning her against him. He tried taking slow steps for her, quietly coaching her how to best walk and not put strain on her leg. But he could only take so many of her small cries before he just couldn’t take it anymore.

“Allie, get the door,” he said low and serious as he scooped up Jay in his arms, deciding to carry her bridal style.

Allie shuffled up to the door as quickly as she could, holding the door open as Eddie whisked past her. Wayne was lounging back on the couch before he sprung up at the sight of the trembling trio.

Eddie rushed Jay to the couch, “Wayne get the-”

“Yep,” his Uncle called out, already exasperated as he went to fetch their modest med kit.

Eddie was as gentle as possible as he placed the filth ridden goth on his couch, pulling his Uncle’s armchair halfway across the room and pulling her injured leg up to rest on it. He snatched Allie by her hip and pushed on her shoulder until she plopped down on the couch next to Jay. Propping her bleeding arm on a pillow on the armrest.

Wayne hobbled out of the bathroom with the small medical box in hand, not really getting to hand it to Eddie before he grabbed it and darted back to the girls. Wayne’s hand hovered in the air before he let out a rough sigh and made himself at home in their small kitchen.

“You girls might be better off going to a hospital.”

Jay’s hand shot up in the air to give a dismissive wave, “later. It’s been a fucking day.”

“And I can’t afford the medical bills,” Allie muttered next to her, eyes glossed over and voice weary.

“And she- that’s-... that’s right. She can’t.” Jay agreed with a slightly embarrassed tone. Her flash of awkward remembrance was interrupted by an alcohol wipe gliding up her bite marks and forcing a surprised groan from her.

“Sorry,” Eddie apologized fast and breathless, eyes wide like he was about to pass out.

“... now what the hell happened? I’m fucking serious, if I have to throw together some molotov cocktails for some ass-whipes house I’ll do it.”

Jay groaned, “no one’s house is getting burned down-”

“Can I help?” Allie piped up. Her suggestion caused Eddie’s hands to spasm in the medical box he was reaching into and sending bandaids flying all around him.

Jay whipped her head towards Allie, “no one is making molotov cocktails!”

Allie deflated and settled in her seat, snaking a strand of hair through her fingers before nervously chewing on it. Jay sighed and sat back, closing her eyes and trying to come up with a convincing lie. She was an actress, she could do that.

“... it was a dog,” she huffed. “Some guy’s guard dog got let off his leash and he went ballistic.”

“Jesus H…” Eddie tied some gauze around her leg, making sure it was secure. “Where the fuck did you go?”

“Point Pleasant,” Allie slurred as her hair slipped out of her mouth, “Virginia.”

Wayne leaned over the kitchen counter, his wrinkles made deeper by his frown, “you took Ed’s van all the way out there?”

Jay and Allie hesitantly nodded, equal looks of guilt on their faces. Wayne just shook his head before he pointed to Eddie, “I told you we’re not tradin’ it in.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, finishing up Jay’s leg and giving it a once over. It would do till she could get better medical attention. Then he stood up and leaned over Allie, gently wrapping his hand around her wrist to tilt her arm and slowly pull down her jacket sleeve to look over her similar bite marks.

“... a dog really did this?” He asked low, his eyes scanning up to meet Allie’s.

Flashes of the creature bombarded her mind. Its unnatural face. Its terrible teeth. Its wet grey skin. That terrible screech she’d probably be hearing in her mind for months. Her breath shook at every hellish memory, her eyes wide but stern as she pushed down her fear. And she nodded.

Eddie sighed, his eyebrows twitching up as he decided to trust her. He went to work, giving her injured arm the same tender treatment he gave Jay’s leg.

“... just… warn me next time? Or fucking- take me with you?”

“No,” Allie said firmly, her head shooting up to look at Eddie with a more desperate expression than he was used to seeing. “We’re not going back there… none of us, ever.”

Eddie frowned in surprise at the weight of her outburst but nodded slightly and went back to her arm. It was quiet for a moment… oddly quiet.

“...Bird?” he called, not taking his eyes off Allie’s arm, “you’re not gonna protest?”

Jay was in her own world for a moment when Eddie called to her and she looked back at him, a blank but slightly confused look on her face. Her eyes darted between him and Allie before she shrugged quickly. “Why would I disagree? She’s right… don’t wanna go back if they’re dogs are fucked up.”

And that was the story. They got jumped by a rabid dog in Virginia. Jay eventually drove them both to the hospital, they got a few stitches, and Jay’s parents paid for the both of them… after, of course, lecturing them both on how dangerous it was to run off like that. But it was better to hear it from the Mocking’s than the Perea’s, who thought Allie was having a casual sleepover and didn’t care what happened to her otherwise.

The pact was set in stone, the alien never brought up again, Point Pleasant forever scarred by the horrors of that impromptu road trip. But they left with their lives, and that’s what mattered in the end.

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𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 | Halloween had stamped itself as Hawkins' favorite time of the year, where teenager party and murderers prow. And you come face-to-face with that, when a particular masked man takes a special interest in you.

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 | Swearing, crying, alcohol consumption, minor sexual harassment, stalking, mention/allusions to murder, and explicit sexual content: groping, degradation, choking, role play (serial killer), mask kink, knife play, oral (male and female receiving), rimming (male and female receiving), squirting, cum eating, squirt make out…?, semi-public sex, dubcon (part of the role play), non con, and unprotected vaginal sex.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 | What do you mean it's not Halloween? It's always Halloween. Especially when it involves Ghostface!Eddie. Oh, and this is also a Modern!Eddie story. But wait, can you image Rockstar!Eddie singing "In the Room Where You Sleep" as, like, a Halloween special- I'd have an aneurysm. Sorry, that was a lot of Eddies.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 | 12.8K

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬, 𝐃𝐨 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭.

“Hey, it’s Eddie… or is it? Ha! No, it’s totally Eddie. I’m busy ignoring your calls, so leave a message or finally take a hin-”

The harsh smudge of your fingertip against your phone screen discerned your frustration, as you hung up with a huff, pacing your clacking footsteps a second faster than before.

But it all fell short, when the heavy set of footsteps that trailed behind you only quickened to keep up.

Faster. Aggressively. Shit.

For the third time in a row on that brisky night, your call had went straight to voicemail. And you were ready to kill Eddie Munson. In retrospect, castigating your boyfriend for merely doing the very thing you criticized him about on a near daily basis—the whole “stop answering your phone while you’re driving” debacle that took place every time Eddie picked up one of your calls while heading somewhere, then rebutting you with a “but I love hearing your voice, it relaxes me” that he always whined out—was hypocritical, at best, but given the circumstance, you were exhorting to have your boyfriend disobey your word of safety for your safety.

And the desperation that palpitated from the fervent clicking of your heels hitting against the rough pavement of the sidewalk to speed up your steps was starting to become humiliating. Because one step away brought them one step closer. By the nose, you narrowly glanced back.

The same mask. The same hood. The same heavy boots. The same entity that followed you through the hallways of Steve Harrington’s wooded, stately home on the night of Halloween.

Only the clock had struck a quarter past midnight. Halloween was over. The month of November had come. And yet, the figure behind you kept the mask on. Despite the lengthy walk from Harrington’s back patio to the intersection where Mirkwood and Cornwallis met, the mask stayed on. And your heart was beginning to race. You finally faced it. “God, you freak, stop following me!” Their steps halted. Gloved hand clenching around the handle of a knife that you wished to be of plastic. “My boyfriend’s on his way, so fuck off before he gets here!” God, you really hope he was.

Turning around in a huff, your eyes constricted with frustration, as the steps behind you continued, in sync with yours. Coming closer. And closer.

It’s just some stupid prank, you rationalized. It was one of the Stafford kids. Probably Declan Stafford. He was alway the worst out of the pair. It was best for your sanity to repeat that mantra over and over until Declan Stafford finally gave in and took off the mask. Only Declan Stafford was a fifteen-year-old sophomore. And you were desperately enforcing the incredulous lie that the possibility of Declan Stafford suddenly gaining muscle and height in the course of a single day was plausible. It wasn’t. But admitting that would be admitting that this wasn’t some immature teenager’s prank.

And you were actually being preyed upon.

“Hey, it’s Eddie… or is it? Ha-”

Why?! Why out of all the times Eddie blatantly ignored your concerns of picking up the phone while driving, did he actually decide to listen to you on the one night you needed him not to?! Straight to voicemail. Again. But when you angrily hung up on Eddie’s pre-recorded tone—the one you couldn’t find endearing at this given moment—you heard it- or rather, didn’t hear it. The quietness. The crunching of fall leaves being flattened under heavy boots was no longer lingering. A biting breeze howled, and a hunting owl hooted. But no footsteps.

You hesitantly turned around…

He was gone.

Your shoulders fell with the relief of your untightening chest, as your joints unlocked from tension, a foggy breath escaping in solace. For a moment, you relished in the quietness of the night with closed eyes. Something you hadn’t realized you missed so deeply until you had it back in your possession.

With a dissipating heartbeat, you ran a hand over your perspiring face that felt ablaze with terror. But Declan Stafford, or his other half, or whatever other delinquent freak that it was was finally out of sight, and you cursed the juvenility of boys during the night of Halloween.

Fighting the liquor that buzzed your body with heightened emotions, you blinked the dryness of your eyes to steady the blurred disfigurement of your phone screen. Your thumb smashed against Eddie’s contact once more, a last resort to finally chew him out, as you teetered on high heels to turn back on your trek.

Only, your steps halted at a sudden obstruction, and you watched the tempered glass of your screen protector crack against the pavement at your feet, as your heels stood toe-to-toe with the boots that plagued you.

“Hey, it’s Eddie…” Your head slowly followed up the broad, black figure, “…or is it? Ha! No, it’s totally Eddie.” Your stomach sank to the stagger stature that overpowered you. “I’m busy ignoring your calls.” His mask, deprived of anything holy, stalked down your trembling frame, mocking you with the tilt of his head.

Your breath became lodged in your throat.

“So leave a message or finally take a hint.” Your mouth dropped with the words you couldn’t find. And he allowed you the grace of one step back, before…

“AH- mmm!”

The leather of his glove smeared your lipgloss with the tightness of his grasp, as your screams diffused into a muffle of wails. With much resistance, your nails bit through the sleeved fabric of his clothes, but nothing was penetrative enough to deter his strength, merely constricting your flailing body more with a muscled arm. Your enveloped screams cried of defeated desperation, as you lost your footing to the strength of his embrace, now at his mercy.

In the distance, a meandering stray may have startled at the abruption of your stifled pleas. But in the beat of a second, they’d continue their hungry journey for a helpless mouse or scraps, as your screeches would succumb to the darkness of night.

No longer salvageable.

SEVEN HOURS EARLIER

“Mm… saw something touching your head, in the room where you sleep, mm…” You thrummed to the buzzing tunes, scrunching your face as an averse to the tickle of your makeup brush, against your greatest efforts of trying to stay still.

But with a little black there, and some pink here, you squealed with anticipation of the night to come.

Autumn had brought a chilling front to Hawkins, Indiana, and the small town of suburbia had never looked so good with a flood of orange and red crunching beneath the tiny feet of early trick-or-treaters. Credits to the Yankee Candle that burned its essence in the corner of your bedroom, the fall season felt at ease with the cinnamon apple that warmed your being.

“You better run, mm, you better hide…” Should the day ever come that you discover that you were actually singing along to the voice of Ryan Gosling, you’d flip your shit to your boyfriend on an endless ramble, but until then, you’d cluelessly enjoy the ominous tune of Dead Man’s Bones in the name of Halloween.

In the reflection of your vanity, you shifted in the various angles of the beaming sunset until you were fully satisfied with the face paint that decorated your features.

You stood from your place, prancing about to the beat of the music, as you swayed your way to your bed, where your purchased costume displayed itself, awaiting you. While your boyfriend appreciated the art of Halloween, and had much interest in the horrors behind it, the anticipated “costume talk” fell on deaf ears- or, at least, defensive ones. Something about looking stupid, you weren’t entirely sure. Though, what you did know was pointing out the irony of not wanting to look “ridiculous” whilst sporting a mane like his in retaliation was not at all a good idea, as his response came in the form of torturing you in the dramatics of wrestling on his frumpy mattress.

Touché, to Eddie Munson. It came as a good deterrence away from the conversation that would inevitably lead to him wearing something you sparked from Pinterest. Because in the end, Eddie Munson could never say no to you.

No matter how stupid he’d look.

But, as any reputable couple therapist would advise, compromise is key. And where you insisted on a cute couples costume, Eddie met you with the request to, at least, get to choose what that may be. And much props to him, you swooned at the adorable idea of being the abducted cow to his alien.

Only, Eddie didn’t allow you to celebrate too soon, as he vowed to go the whole nine yards. Devoid, black contacts; gargantuan, bald head; pale, soulless skin; creepy, gross tentacles. “I’m Heidi Klum-ing this bitch, sweetheart.” That night, you regretted ever showing him the moment a 5’9 worm walked the carpet. Something Eddie Munson severely got a kick out of.

You straightened out your patterned skirt, smiling for the night that was about to come. With shoes needed for completion, you turned to retrieve your platform pumps, only… your peripheral had caught the silhouette of something- someone… staring… watching… stalking.

Claiming the once calm view of your bedroom window.

The October chill brought a draft against your mother’s clothesline, where her linens flowed in the evening setting, and there it was. Peaking through sheets, masked, and dark.

Your eyes squinted to confirm the sight, as you hid behind your curtains, feeling your stomach plummet. What a psycho. Understandably, Halloween had declared itself around the idea of fright, but that came with the common consensus of harmless jumpscares and innocent pranks, not trespassing. “Stupid teenagers.” You mumbled to yourself.

But a sudden bang from inside your house had you gasping, petrified. “Dad?” The hairs on the back of your neck stood with alarm. “Mom?” Footsteps rang closer.

And closer.

“Hey- woah.” Eddie Munson, himself, flinched at the sudden shriek that left your mouth at the abrupt opening of your bedroom door. His brow cocked at the heaving of your breath, your hand clutching to your chest. “Hey, sorry, it’s just me, baby, you alright?” He eyed you.

“Shit…” You huffed out. “You scared me!” Your mouth pouted at the chuckles he teased you with.

Eddie smiled, mimicking your pout in faux sympathy. “Why? Thought you heard me comin’ in.”

“Ugh, well, yeah, but some immature kid is-” You turned back to your window, where suddenly nothing but your mother’s laundry hung to dry in the emptiness of your yard. They were gone. “I- what?” You inspected closer, your breath humidifying the glass.

Eddie questioned your strange behavior. “What?”

You rotated in his direction. “N-Nothing. It was nothing- anyway, what are you doing here?” In an attempt to recover your uncanny nature, Eddie scoffed at the hasty rudeness your tone snapped towards him.

“Well, for one, your dad let me in.” He stated matter-of-factly. “Y’know, I think he’s really starting to warm up to me.” His eyebrows jumped with cockiness.

And it became your turn to scoff at his presumptuousness. “If anything, he hates you a little bit more this time of year.” Because Halloween of 1984 became the year Hawkins, Indiana was terrorized by the vandalism of hoodlums, coined the “Toilet Paper Bandits.” Plastered on every front page of the Hawkins Post, the column followed the story of homes that became a victim of delinquency. Yours being one. Where you could find a little humor in your house, amongst others, being TPed, your father, as a mortgage-paying homeowner, became quite livid. In fact, you could vividly remember the rage of, “of course, it was that Munson boy,” when surveillance caught your soon-to-be boyfriend smiling sadistically with a roll of toilet paper in hand amongst his friends. “You gave him PTSD. He’s vowed to stay up all night to catch any ‘Munson wannabes.’”

Eddie barked out a laugh. “Hey, now, if it wasn’t for that night, his beautiful daughter wouldn’t be getting treated right by her strong, sexy boyfriend.” He smoldered in pride. And, as much as you could roll your eyes at Eddie Munson, he was far from fibery, as the night that followed Halloween of 1984 was filled with the sincerest apologies to all sufferers of his actions (not really, just you, as he always thought you were cute).

“Whatever, but seriously, though, Eddie, you’re not supposed to be here ‘til later, why are you here?” You interrogated. “I still have to finish getting ready, you do, as well.” You emphasized.

With calloused hands delicately caressing your face, Eddie thought of his next move. “Aw, look at you, my cute, little heifer.” Because if not buttered up with affection, he knew you’d be devastated at the news to come.

Your mouth fell agape. “Don’t say heifer!” Your hand collided with his chest. “Say cow! Cow is much cuter than heifer!”

And he chuckled at your annoyance, always proud of his accomplishments that left you feisty. “You’re right, I’m sorry, baby. You are a very gorgeous cow! Best out of stock! You’d be, like, the one the farmer doesn’t slaughter for a burger.”

“Right, just kept to be bred for the entirety of my life.” While only a joke, you knew his sick mind would run miles with it, as the inevitable lip bite came to play.

“Ooh, now that you mention it-”

“Don’t even start, you freak!” Your hand brandished over his mouth, only for you to shriek at the contact his wet tongue made with your palm, before taking a playful bite of your skin.

But with the bite came an abundance of kisses to your fingers and knuckles, as Eddie held your hand close to his lips, eyes peering down at you with caution. “Please don’t be mad at me.” His words mumbled against your skin.

Your brows furrowed with confusion. “What?”

Eddie sighed. “Boomer called me.”

You knew what entailed when Boomer called. “No!” You couldn’t help the petulant whine in your voice.

“He wants me at the shop tonight.” Eddie kissed his teeth with a groan. And before your mouth could even form the hurdling question as to why, Eddie was there to clear it up with a sweet kiss to appease the disappointment. “We got a couple’a cars Boomer’s been hounding on us to get finished. ‘Specially, since Rick just had his baby, n’ all, we’re down a man. And y’know, honey, all the guys got wives and kids and shit, it was easier for me to stay overnight, and get as much done as possible.”

“But Steve’s party!” You huffed. “We were supposed to go tonight. We were supposed to do the Monster Mash!” Eddie’s heart sunk at the misery of your face. Where something as silly dancing may have landed insignificant in the grand scheme of life, you were the first person to cement the fact that with Eddie Munson nothing was trivial.

You cared for the little things with him.

Your head dropped with defeat. “Aw, I’m really sorry, sweetheart.” He ventured to meet your eyes. “Look, it’s a little extra money, I’ll take you out on a real nice date-”

“No, it’s not even- ugh, I just spent so much time on the costume.” Granted, it was nothing but ordering overly priced cow printed clothes from various websites, but it really did hurt when the hot glue gun came in contact with your finger, as you strived to glue a mini UFO toy to your headband. “I really wanted to go-”

“Sweetheart, please go.” He encouraged. While not the usual rhetoric, as Eddie Munson always prided himself in being by your side, especially with events such as an infamous Steve Harrington Halloween party, he could put it aside if it meant you’d enjoy your night rather than sulking alone on Halloween.

In retrospect, should you have done so, maybe you still would have been alive today…

“Just promise me you’ll stick by Harrington and Rob, okay?” Despite the slumped shoulders of disappointment, you nodded to his request, and pecked his chin to pacify any guilt he may have been harboring for the turn of events. “Or hell, even Wheeler, saw her bitch out Carver for accidentally knocking over the newspaper stand, and with the look on his face, I trust her to do more harm than Stevie and his Farrah Fawcett hairspray.”

“I’m gonna look stupid just being an abducted cow.” You huffed, as you examined your DIY alien spacecraft headband, puffing out a giggle at the extensive amount of hot glue it took to secure the toy to the hair piece.

And Eddie Munson was right there to laugh along with you. “Believe me, baby, with what I had planned, you would’ve looked more stupid with me.” With a pout still distinguishable through your pitiful giggles, Eddie gently kissed your forehead, careful to not smudge the black spots that adorably littered your face. “I’ll try to finish up as fast as I can, and make it before the cops turn up, okay?”

“You sure you won’t be too exhausted?”

“To do the Monster Mash with you?” Eddie scoffed. “Hell no!” And he smiled, as your chest erupted in a bubble of laughter. “Might smell a little like grease, but so be it. Hell, I’ll even stop by the trailer, and come as an alien mechanic. Probe you with my wrench if you’ll let me.”

Eddie flicked out his tongue, and you squealed, as he attempted to smother you in his perverted ways. “Get off of me, you freak!”

“Alright, alright.” He calmed you through your fit of chuckles. “How ‘bout,” he quickly kicked closed the door of your bedroom, “you show that little number you’re wearing tonight, so I can know what’s waiting for me? Little motivation, if you will.” He winked.

“Ugh, my dad really does hate you, y’know?” Your arms instinctively caught around his neck, as his veiny hands gravitated to your ass.

Eddie derided. “Ha, just ‘cause I love eating my raw, juicy steak.”

“Ew, you perv!” Your laughter was concealed by the capturing of his lips.

By the grace of your closed bedroom door, your parents were spared from the spank of Eddie’s hand against the meat of your ass that rippled with a stinging clash.

Eddie moaned. “You love it. You so fucking love it.”

You did. You so fucking did.

In the lonesome of the darkness, Eddie smiled to himself. The heat of his phone radiated against his skin, warming his cheek, as your squeals brought a joy to him like no other. “Oh, my god! You guys look so cute!” Even through the static of distance that blurred with the background of house music, your voice still lit a desire in him that could never be extinguished. “You’re- Eddie, they’re so cute!” Sandwiched between your shoulder and head, you played around with Robin’s tie, as she—among Nancy and Chrissy—geeked at the enthusiasm of your compliments.

Despite his absence, your refusal to his exclusion left you detailing the present moments of Steve Harrington’s party over a call that surely overheated the phone. And what Eddie figured was the greeting of your friends may have left you a bit distracted from him, your distant conversation was enough to have him chuckling to himself, relishing in the moment that made it feel as though he was actually there.

“Ah, you even added the tattoos on your hand!” You screeched. “Oh, and your hair-” You moved onto Chrissy.

“It’s a wig! I couldn’t commit, ugh!” She clarified with a drunken slur that confirmed the group was well acclimated to the party, before you had arrived.

“Eddie! Eds!”

Eddie huffed a laugh through his nose. “Yeah, baby, I’m here.”

“Chrissy’s Phoebe! A-And Nance is Lucy! And, of course, Robin is Julien!” You shouted over the thrum of the music. “And they’re all wearing their matching suits! Boygenius! You remember? T-The songs I showed you?”

“Yeah, yeah, I remember, sweetheart.” Eddie smiled, a wish so vastly that he could experience your face of pure zeal. “Take pictures, baby, I wanna see it all.”

“Aye, where’s your other half?” Breaking through the static, that frat voice was far too familiar for Eddie to ignore.

“Oh, baby, please tell me if Stevie’s wearing something stupid!” He begged. If it wasn’t for the things Eddie Munson could hold over Steve Harrington’s head, their friendship would’ve succumbed to the awkward tension that came from being polar opposites in the hierarchy of high school. Call it karma for all the comments from The King’s friends that irritated The Freak’s life. But it was the teasing that allowed their “hatred” to manifest nicely. A genuine development into frenemies. And given that Halloween of last year was spent with Eddie Munson berating Steve Harrington on his “lazy” choice of a costume—nothing but pants with tiny, red flags held within his waistband; i.e., a walking red flag, i.e., Steve Harrington’s excuse to walk around shirtless—The Hair, himself, vowed to come up with something more… creative.

Your laugh vibrated through the speaker. “Oh, Steve, what are you wearing?” Your hand clasped over the shock of your gaping mouth.

Eddie practically lunged through the phone. “What?! What is it?!”

“Your boyfriend isn’t the only one who can rock a vest.” Steve’s cockiness garbled through the heavy gulp he downed of whatever tainted his red solo cup. And with the vest, accompanied the tightest jorts you’d ever witness. Something old, like the Levi’s of his sophomore year, found in the ensemble of polos and sweaters of his closet that he could commit to destroying. And that he did, with the kitchen scissors of his mother, those pants turned into shorts, that then paired with knee pads and boots. “I’m Steve!” He spat into the mic of your phone, after drunkenly stealing it from your hands. “‘Stone Cold’ Steve Austin!” That Farrah Facett hair spray wasted to good use to slick back his mane.

Leave it to Steve Harrington to find a more creative way to be shirtless on Halloween night.

Despite now being pressed against the warmth of Steve’s ear, you could hear the guttural laughter of your boyfriend echo through. “Steve, give me my boyfriend!” You whined.

But your pleas went unheard. “Oh, man, I told you I was going all in!” These were the guys that claimed to hate each other? Yeah, right. “Nah, the girls are lovin’ it! Got the abs out n’ everything! All I gotta do is ask ‘em to wrestle, and they’re gigglin’ their shit off! I’m so getting laid!”

“Give me my phone back!” Your efforts fell unaccomplished, though.

“And where’re you at, man? I’ve got people asking for your supply! Thought you were comin’.” You rolled your eyes at the lost cause repossessing your phone became.

But you allowed your boyfriend to be virtually stolen, as the entourage of lesbians had plans to whisk you away to get something in your system for the night. Though, without his presence for reassurance, you were conscious of what you could manage, and kept it light enough for your body to buzz with relaxation. Eventually, your strength was able to pry away your phone from the sweaty hands of Steve Harrington, but not before his booze breath pervaded you with the stern information that he was in charge of you for the night, as per request of Eddie Munson. But, with pupils dilated like his, distractions being as easy as beautiful ladies walking by, and the atrocity of his outfit that left no room for seriousness (or the imagination, for that matter), Nancy Wheeler threw you the responsible look of understanding that she’d cover that shift.

By the dead of night, you’d succumb to the rhythm of the music, and let your body fall to the beats that vibrated your soul with liberation. With bodies decorated in costumes swaying against you from every direction, you never minded the tease of a hand brushing your skin. Packed like sardines in the humidity of an October party, accidents were bound to occur.

But accidents don’t repeat.

And when fingers started squeezing, your head whipped around, only to catch what was a glimpse of a masked man slipping away. Through the beer goggles you harbored, you blinked at what looked far too familiar for your liking, but between dancing silhouettes and blinding strobe lights, your drunken mind couldn’t confirm what you didn’t want to know.

“Hey, you alright?” Robin’s breath fanned against your cheek, as she pulled your attention from the blank directions you were staring into.

You dryly swallowed. “Um, yeah…” Spoken far too unconvincing for your friend. “Just, uh, Steve wouldn’t let, like, um, underclassmen in, right?”

“What, no, why?” She invited. “Shit, don’t tell me Dustin and the little rugrats are here!” Her sporadic eyes started bouncing from corner to corner.

“No, no.” You brushed off her concerns, before they amplified to the degree of telling Nancy Wheeler. “Just thought I saw another freshman or sophomore, like, one of the Stafford twins.”

At the mention of the name, her eyes rolled on cue. “Those little shits? Yeah, wouldn’t put it past them to try to crash.”

Robin Buckley hadn’t known just how relieving those words were to you. With a solidified threat entailing your boyfriend, you could control the tiresome plague of teenage boys. But a pit in your stomach lingered where you didn’t like, as you briefly looked over your shoulder, but nothing but blended bodies blurred your vision in a haze. You took a deep breath, swiping the sweat that beaded along your hairline.

Clinging to her tie, you pulled Robin close to tell her of your departure for another drink. While allowing you to do so, her instructions of “not too much” trailed behind, landing on defiant ears. Your thrown thumbs-up was a lie, as more booze was felt necessary to rid that precedent feeling that still stiffened your hairs in apprehension. Because the what if's were beginning to outweigh the most likely occurrence; that it was someone dangerous stalking you, not one of the Staffords or their peers.

Navigating passed figures, your heels clicked against the kitchen tiles of the Harrington household, where sparse bodies littered about; a pause to the intensity of the late Halloween hour. 9:57 P.M, blinding you against the photo of your boyfriend, as your eyes blinked to adjust to the harshness of your phone screen.

Holding up ok baby

Awaiting you for the past seventeen minutes, you clicked his message, and scrambled to respond, before any concerns were drawn from your stagnation.

Yup, yup! Pretty packed, so I’ma getting a drink.

Your buzzing, inebriated mind conjured back. And within the pause of a couple seconds, the bubbles of his response appeared. You frowned. The image of Eddie bored out of his mind, surrounded by the cold metal of the mechanic shop, with nothing but fumes and grease tormenting his body had pestered your mind with guilt.

Are you okay?

Bored?

Would you bea ble to come? Now!

Leave it to your intoxication to interrupt his pending bubble. Though, there was never a care on his end. A smile always invaded his face when you were on the other line.

I’m ok sweetheart

Not too much to drink ok

Not yet baby got some cars still needing a fix but I’ll try to make it as soon as possible

I love you

Your shoulders slumped with the huff that exasperated from you. You shoved your way past the drunks that habited the cooler, as you pried a beer bottle from the ice. Too annoyed to deal with the water droplets that froze your hand against the glass, you settled on plucking a cup from the stack.

😡

I love you, TOO!

With a groan of all your strength, you popped the cap against the counter, letting the metal clink against the floor. You watched with blank eyes, as the amber liquid aggressively swished within the plastic, hearing the echo of your breath pounding against your ear. But, in the matter of a second, the hairs of your neck shot with heightened alarm, your heart following soon after with a beat anxiously faster than before.

You stood frozen, your eyes darting, but ultimately losing to the depth of blackness surrounding you. Nothing. It had to be nothing.

Until the air from your nose fell motionless, and your chest became inert.

The breathing… continued. It was never yours to begin with.

You swallowed thickly, before whipping behind you, flinching back at the staunch build of the man in black. In an eerie contrast, his blindingly white mask scrutinizes your wavering frame.

Your mouth fell open to his arm that shamelessly came around your waist, and suddenly your hands were shoving against the density of his chest to pry him off. “You pig!” The words involuntarily flew from your mouth to spite him. In retrospect, seeing the broadness of his shoulders run along the towering height of his stature should have been enough confirmation that what you were dealing with was far beyond the likes of a juvenile teenager, but with a drunken mind fueled with vexation, you lost the necessity to see clearly. “Touch me again, and I’ll have you thrown out, asshole!” You spat back.

In an attempt to put an end to all of this, your hand gravitated towards his mask, hoping to peel off the confidence that cloaked his cowardness. But as your fingertips grazed the plastic, his gloved hands snatched a harsh hold of your wrist, forcing a gasp to be caught within your throat, as you flinched back.

Nothing but the black eyes of his mask pierced your soul, as he stood silent, his hand flexing cruelly against your skin.

Your chest heaved with the rapid beat of your heart, as it took all your strength to release yourself from his restraints. You quickly grabbed your drink and phone, not wasting a second to run away from the man, who did nothing but watch you run off in the blur of the crowd.

Much to his dismay, it was you dragging Steve Harrington away from the pretty lady that was giggling her way into his bedroom later tonight. “W…What the h-hell?” He hiccupped.

“Can you kick that person out?!” Your urgency came with your aggressive finger pointing towards his kitchen. “God, they’re being creepy and weird, a-and they were, uh, they were touching me-”

“Okay, okay, just take a breath.” Steve calmed you through your inebriated panic. “What guy? What person?”

Because when Steve Harrington followed the trail of your finger, it all led to the emptiness of his kitchen. Nothing but the casual partygoers, who did nothing but huddle in the corner, nursing their drinks. “Him… uh, h-” You squinted the hazy booze from your vision, but no matter how harsh the blinks were, he was gone. “H-He was just there. The, um, the Scream mask guy, y’know? Him?!”

“I- Y/N,” he really tried to give you the grace of understanding, but with liquor coursing through his body, and the clash of your consternation with the thudding of the booming music, Steve Harrington could hardly process the events unfolding before him, “the Scream mask guy?”

“Yes!” You forced out with frustration.

Steve blinked. “There’s, like, fifteen people wearing Scream masks, Y/N.” Your eyes fluttered to your surroundings, hitting every corner of the Harrington residence, where Halloween truly brought out the most lethargic efforts of a costume: Scream masks. Steve watched your face fall in defeat, as his hand ran over his face in guilt. “Hey, look, just stick with us, okay? No more walking on your own. If they come back, you get me, o-or Nance, Robin, okay? Anyone.”

Steve’s eyes didn’t let up, until your head slowly nodded to his words.

“And tell Eddie, before he fucking kills me.” Steve sighed, fanning his breath out. While you could appreciate his concern, you weren’t so keen on the babysitting nature of Steve Harrington’s efforts that he just couldn’t resist, as he guided you to the corner of the couch, and told you to stay put.

Effortlessly, Steve was able to maneuver his way back into the ropes of his rendezvous, all while a pout brandished your face, as you watched the rest of your friends unreservedly lose themselves to the night.

Your thumb hovered over Eddie’s contact.

Surely, the news would be broken to him, regardless, yet the dread of doing so still came with some hesitation, as you knew your boyfriend would be fuming in the lonesome of a garage, forcibly unable to focus on the work at hand, as he worried about you. And with the distance at play, it’d anger him beyond recognition, and despite not being his faults, he’d take it as so; not being there when needed, that is.

Please don’t ger all weird and mad…!

You’d imagine that incoming pang of your message alarmed him, given how quickly those bubbles were to appear. His messages hurdling even faster.

What the hell happened

Are you ok

weird? What weird? I don’t get weird

HELLO?

Baby you have 5 seconds to respond

Your thumbs twiddled quickly to appease his inevitable worrisomeness.

Someones being creepy at Steve's.

Like, bothering me and trying to touch.

And it’s really pissing me off. I had to tell them off just so they could back off. I’m sitting on Steve’s couch now.

And you could read his impending responses from a mile away. Because when it came to you, it was inescapable.

I’ll be there

And that’s all it took for you to lurch forward in your seat, and risk the opportunity of catching a cramp in your hands, as your fingers took a tight clutch to your brightening phone screen. If it wasn’t for the music, nothing but the clacking of the digital keyboard would have infested your ears.

No!

No, Eddie, really, it’s okay!

I already got it handled. I told Steve, and he said he’d kick them out if they tried it again. I’m okay, really.

Don’t leave, Boomer will be angry with you. I don’t wan you to get in trouble because of me :(

Christ, you had just wanted to Monster Mash. But with hot bodies having no regard for your space, as harassment entailed you throughout night, and now the potential of a heavy admonishment waiting for Eddie from Boomer should he leave, nothing but a disappointed scowl danced across your face. And while you could appreciate the kindness of your boyfriend’s heart- really, you could, you could also find frustration in your boyfriend’s lack of awareness for consequences. Because, yes, it was unfathomably sweet when Eddie rushed to your side, when you simply texted him about the pains of your period. Though, what followed was an angry boss, who chastised Eddie for leaving in the middle of his job, only to punish him with a closing shift on your anniversary date.

Not fun.

And with Cedars Evergreen Farm opening itself from the daily pumpkin patch to a nightly movie drive-in, Eddie had promised you an intimate date in the back space of his van, and you’d be damned if you lost your date night to the consequences of his actions. Eddie Munson had to stay.

The bubbles appeared.

Stay with Nancy.

A period. Eddie Munson never punctuated. In fact, run-on sentences were his specialty.

I mean it Y/N.

But, at the very least, you could relax—somewhat—with the knowledge that his profession and your date weren’t compromised on the night of Halloween. Your fingers typed away.

I won’t! Swears! <333333

I love you so much!!!

Ransacking through tubes of lip gloss and a tin of Altoids, your compact was pulled from the clutter of your purse, before it flipped to showcase your tipsy reflection. Aside from the minimal perspiration that smudged the edges of the patterned spots, you looked the cutest you could despite the night you endured, and some handsy delinquent with no manners wasn’t going to ruin that for you.

Call me if something happens I’ll be there eventually stay safe and kick his ass if he does something else

Just kill him baby.

Honestly.

I will eventually so what does it matter if you get to him first :)

As he always managed to do, even when not present, you giggled at the vulgarity of his words. With the tip of your finger, you cleaned up the imperfect smears of your makeup, before smacking your lips together with a lather of your seductive plum gloss. With a zhuzh of your hair here and there, you stood from your miserable place on the couch, choosing to ignore the chastising gasp from Steve Harrington, as you made your way to the girls.

The audacious woman she was, Nancy Wheeler had wasted no time securing her hand around your wrist. “Hey, is everything alright?” Her voice amplified over the music. “Steve told me what happened.”

Though her stern eye was cold, you eased her worries with a flail of your hand, throwing something along the lines of “Eddie knows,” because if Eddie Munson knows, it’s taken care of.

Shoving the bothersomes of the night to the back of your mind, you graced the buzzing music with a warm welcome, as your body danced with the likes of Boygenius, and their carefree moves that came about with a burning cup of booze.

If Eddie Munson couldn’t be there to experience the thrills of Halloween—perhaps, being punished by running off kids who attempted to vandalize the garage; true karma—then, at the very least, you could retell the events with the blur of photos that claimed your photo album for the night.

As the hours passed, your vision succumbed to the haze of alcohol that electrified your body. Strobe colors blended with the movement of strangers’ figures, and time seemed to slow, leaving you vulnerable to the predators that preyed upon you.

You saw him. Or maybe him. Every turn of your head, your eyes gazed upon the white mask that haunted your vision. In every corner. In every direction. But the liquor on your lips left your mouth numb and impuissant to the party your body craved, entrapping you in a defenseless state against his terror.

You watched from outside of your body, as your limbs betrayed you to the laxness of your inhibitions.

And through the darkness of your surroundings, you watched that taunting face creep closer and closer with every dragging blink of your eyes.

Robin Buckley twisted to the heavy hand on her shoulder.

Your pupils were blown out. “I-I need to use the bathroom.” Your tongue lapped at the dryness of your lips that cracked under your heavy breathing.

“Okay, I’ll go with you.” She shouted over the music, but your head insisted otherwise with drunken fervency.

“I’m j-just” hiccup “gonna call Eddie.” You steadied yourself on wobbly ankles. “Had too much to drink, I-I’ll call him to pick,” hiccup “pick me up.” To hell with Boomer.

Robin’s warm thumbs swept under the smudged eyeliner that rimmed your eyes, with sparkles that once was packed onto your lid now dancing along the highlights of your cheek. She regulated you with a small smile. “Don’t wait alone, okay? Come back here when you’re done.”

You nodded slowly to appease your gnawing headache.

One step at a time, your surroundings seemed to slow, as your vision tunneled to the bathroom at the end of the hall. Feeling like a mile away, your fingernails grazed the smooth surface of the floral wallpaper that clung to the Harrington abode to anchor you for the trek, as drunk bodies alike shoulder checked you with no regard.

When you felt the clank of your heels against the linoleum, your breath released with all tension, as the door slammed behind you shut, and you relished in the warped quietness the secluded bathroom was able to proffer you.

Flicking the light switch on had your head pounding and eyes harshly binding closed.

The toilet creaked under the weight of your slumped body, as you blinked your vision straight to find an array of messages awaiting you.

Feeling okay baby? I’m lonely without you sweetheart these cars are boring me half to death need to see you soon or I’ll die

Finishing up soon, you doing alright baby

Heading out sweetheart

I’ll be there in a couple minutes

You sighed in relief, fumbling to click his contact, and letting the ringing line massage your head. “Hey, princess.”

The static of his grumbly voice pacified your racing heart from an alcoholic adrenaline rush. “Eds.” You exhaled in peace.

“Y/N.” You could make out the smile that lingered on his lips, as his tongue spoke your name. “Get my message? I’m heading over as soon as I get changed- and don’t get on me just yet, I haven’t started driving, so I’m not putting myself in danger.” He laughed. You always were quite serious with that ‘One Text or Call Could Wreck it All’ motto- well, at least, with Eddie Munson you were. He didn’t have an extensive relationship with the Hawkins PD for no reason.

“No!” You whined into the call, lips pouting to their fullest extent.

“No?”

Composing yourself, you settled into a deep breath. “Don’t change. J-Just come get me.” Your voice managed to mumble a response.

“What’s the matter? Something happen? Are you okay?” His voice swore into your ear, the vigilance of it so prudent with protectiveness.

Your hot palm smashed against your cheek in exhaustion. “Just drank too much. Got caught up, and now I’m too- I don’t wanna be here without you. Wanna go home.” Your slurred words bleated. The staticness of his sigh rang out in a heavy breath, and you knew an upbraid was to be waiting for you the next morning, after he kissed you okay with Tylenol and a hearty breakfast. Eddie Munson always did have a knack for setting you up for the keelhaul that disguised itself in affection. Really, the only time the adult man showed responsibility. “No mean words.” You fussed. “Not now, at least.”

“No mean words, baby.” Eddie soothed. “Okay, just give me a few minutes, alright? I’m leavin’ as we speak. Harrington’s house is not too far, should be around Mirkwood in five.” You nodded, despite the on call conversation. “You hear me?”

“Yeah, yeah, Eds, five minutes.” You ignored the dull ache of your toes, as you conquered standing on straight feet. “Thank you, baby.”

A chuckle huffed through his nose. “No need, sweetheart, just no more drinking, okay? No goodbye shot with Robin or Stone Cold.”

You absentmindedly giggled at the image of Steve Harrington. “Okay.” You sighed. “No shots with Stone Cold.”

“Atta girl.” He smiled. “Alright, just hang tight for me, shouldn’t be long.”

“I love you.” Your breath dragged on.

“I love you way more, so you lose.” Eddie could vividly picture the pout that etched itself onto your mouth.

And it was his laughter that you last heard, as your jutted lips grumbled a “meanie,” before hanging up, because in your drunken stupor, that competition felt like a real loss.

Turning to the mirror, you flinched at the state of your look. Luckily, Steve Harrington had no plans of having a lights-on party. Rummaging through his family’s unmentionables, you pummeled a fistful of cotton swabs onto the counter, drenching each end with the sink’s faucet of water.

A bit of coldness brought some release to your hot face, as you followed the edges of the painted black spots that smudged with the perspiration of your skin. But in a blink of a second, the bathroom door rattled with a single bang.

Your face twisted in confusion, your body stopping as you waited.

But silence was all that met you, and you blinked your eyes close to think straight.

Steve Harrington’s house was packed with fifty plus strangers and acquaintances, all who whooped and hollered with an all you can drink display. It wasn’t irrational for a drunken body to collide against a door or wall in an attempt to seek a bedroom.

You sighed, continuing your task of trying to look slightly presentable. But Steve Harrington’s bathroom door didn’t hold up to another aggressive knock that left its hinges vibrating with the harsh hit.

You swallowed thickly, aiming to ignore the hairs that stood across your body.

“S-Someone’s in here.” But a suffocating atmosphere of pure quietude was all that came in response.

Goosebumps terrorized your skin, as your chest heaved with the heavy seconds it took to wait for something- anything to occur. You quickly discarded the stained cotton swabs, before slowly approaching the door.

Your trembling hand gently caressed the brass of the golden door knob, and with a swift swing…

Nobody.

To the right of the hall, the blackness led to the shed of light, where all party goers gathered in the setting of the living room. Your shoulders slumped with relief.

And to the left-

Your heart plummeted. Heavy breathing echoed from his mask, as his built towered over your stature. The grotesque intimidation shot your eyes sober, as your stomach heaved with the terrifying sensation that consumed you.

Pathetic whimpers poured from your mouth, as you took caution steps back, only for him to follow with each movement.

Screw waiting.

The epinephrine from his bone-chilling presence detoxed your body dispassionately, as your legs found the momentum to run away into the crowd.

Yet, as you looked back, he all but laid back and watched, as he stood in place, taunting you with no effort. Almost getting off on how easily you scared.

But you weren’t going to be a part of his game anymore. Halloween was over as of 12:14 A.M. You were going home.

Shoving past interlopers, you scoured your way to the less densely populated area of the back patio. Stragglers were all that occupied the darkened backyard, lingering on outdoor loungers, surely tainting Mrs. Harrington’s cushions with cigarette smoke and beer stains alike.

“Hey! Where’s your boy toy tonight? Been wanting to buy!” You barely acknowledged the slurred voice of a prospective customer, as your attention became engrossed with watching the dancing bodies through the glass door.

For a mask.

You barely spared him. “Not here.”

But not a flash of white in sight.

The grumble of his buddies reverberated, as maybe for once, you’d be left alone for the night.

“Well, then, can I get something from you?” The crudeness of his smirk was palpable without you needing to turn around. The whistling of his friends only fueled the anger more. “How ‘bout just a handy for double of what your boyfriend offers for a half ounce?”

You rolled your eyes. Yeah, screw waiting. “Fuck off.”

Taking the graveled path by the gardens to reach the sidewalk, you shook off the residing anger of perverted boys and creepy stalkers, and sucked in the chilled air that the night brought forth.

“Ugh, stupid people, stupid party,” and as the universe would have it, your ankle bent against the icing on the cake—a pebble, “ah, and these stupid fucking shoes!” You exasperated with a juvenile stomp to your foot.

Luckily, the Harrington manor had the luxury of wooded solitude, where bystanders lacked, giving you the freedom of unleashing your annoyances with grumbles that would have had late night joggers crossing the street to avoid your strangeness.

“This party sucks.” Your mouth groused, fingers typing fervently. “Couldn’t stand to wait, I had to leave.” The owl hooted, and crickets chirped. Nothing but the point of your heel scraping against the concrete sidewalk to accompany the midnight songs. “How far are you? I’m walking, you’ll probably see me.”

This party sucks! 😠

Couldn’t stand to wait, I HAD to leave!

How far are you?

I’m walking, you’ll probably see me.

In the year and some months change spent as Eddie Munson’s special lady friend—as he loved to say—you’d never once had to grapple with the nonchalant facade boys your age seemed infected with. No, your Eddie was never one to shy away from fast texting, hell, even double- no triple- no quadruple texting. He liked you, very much so, of course, he was going to show it. Even if it came in his uniquely Eddie ways. How the hell was waiting four hours to respond under the guise of being “busy” supposed to turn you on?! Eddie Munson had one goal, and it was to make you his girlfriend. To hell with slow texters!

And yet… the bubbles never appeared.

But with how clouded your mind had become with the turn of events the night took, you carped to yourself, clicking your phone off with an agitated slam of your finger, and continued your trek with hunched shoulders and a down spirit.

Crushing leaves and kicking rocks was all you could succumb to in the face of boredom, as the hope of hearing that god awful exhaust with its metal music to pair driving down the street only grew stronger with every ache of your toes.

“Of course, of course! All this would happen to me.” Contrary, conversing with yourself seemed to be the only semblance of sanity for you at the moment. “Should’ve just gone trick-or-treating. Should’ve just staked out with my dad.” Ah, yes, who was still, in fact, located behind your mother’s shrubbery, cocking his head at every giggle a passing teenager made. “Ugh, stupid boys!” The bane of your existence. You stomped with anger, “Hate everything,” you huffed. “Hate these shoes,” oh, how you would apologize to them when the time was right, “hate these clothes, hate my life-”

You slowed your steps. Confused.

The ribbit of a frog leaping from lily pad to lily pad was all too familiar with the great puddles that dampened the forest environment. The pine trees, too, did their usual of entangling their branches in hugs with one another, as the midnight draft brought them closer.

Normal. Everything was sounded normal… except… the whistling.

No, not the rustle of wind, or the buzz of cicadas, but the sinister taunt of his hunt.

Your head whipped behind you, where your eyes rounded at his silhouette that drowned under the single flickering street lamp.

Whistling. Preying.

Your legs started without a moment’s notice. Though, your platforms only allowed for such limited speed, as you hastily dialed Eddie’s contact. Every impending ring sank your heart deeper and deeper, as the pit of your stomach felt as though it was going to collapse in on itself. His whistling only a few feet away. “Hey, it’s Eddie-”

“Eddie?!”

“Or is it? Ha! No, it’s totally Eddie. I’m busy ignoring your calls, so leave a message or finally take a hint.”

“Ugh!” Frustration hung up the phone, as you no longer found the charm in his childish voicemail greeting. “God, just pick up.” Your steps quickened to a slow jog. “Pick up, pick up.”

The ringing had simply become torment to you now. “Hey, it’s Eddie… Or is i-”

You whined in exasperated disbelief.

“Fuck.” The whispers of your dread passed through your lips, as a stolen glance back only confirmed the proximity of which he managed with ease. Two jogs forward was a simple step for him.

Your chest heaved under the mounting pressure and the fear that tore your stomach to shreds. Your legs felt numb against the terror, and suddenly, your eyes were clamping shut with wishful thinking that all of this was just an unbearable nightmare, because through your quickening breaths, the heavy steps of his boots sounded closer… and closer…

Nothing but a flood of trees swallowed your surroundings, as his taut grasp of your body forced you into the dark abyss of a desolate forest.

Your throat ached at the screams that ultimately surrendered to a deadened buzz against his hand, as nothing but the crunch of leaves that snapped under his weight was all that could be heard in a miles radius.

With an elbow to his ribs and a kick to his shin, you gave it all your might to escape from his clutches, but your efforts never came to fruition, as the skin of your body became pinned to the scraping bark of a tree.

His heavy breathing rang against his mask, as his face taunted yours, watching the tears stream down your cheeks, as snot congested your wails. “Aw, don’t cry, my little… heifer.”

Slowly, your nails relented from his arm, and your eyes turned to bore into the black ones that adorned his mask. “Eds…?” His loosening fingers around your mouth allowed your whisper to speak. In a moment of clarity, his smell became all too dear of cigarettes and cedar spice. Your Eddie. “W-Wha… Eddie, wait, what’s g-”

Though, as your body began to fall slack under the ease of his familiarity, his sinister laugh only mocked your moment of vulnerability, as he exploited your weakness to have his heavy body pressed against your backside.

“Oh, what a sweet body to slaughter.” The depth of his voice had your heart now beating with something more than fright. “You wanna make it to the sequel, baby?”

Because suddenly, the night of September 4th came to memory.

Nana Munson’s—may her soul rest in misery (an avid believer of corporal punishment against a rowdy seven-year-old Eddie Munson)—couch had fallen to the impressions of both yours and Eddie’s body, as the Saturday evening brought laziness against your energy. Secured between his legs with your back falling lax against his chest, your eyes lulled to the scratches Eddie provided to your underboob against the imprints of your now discarded bra.

But the cries of Tatum Riley, as she capitulated to her death by garage door, had blinked your eyes awake. “Think it was Stu?” Your face scrunched under the sudden loudness of his voice. Much to his credit, though, Eddie hadn’t been aware of your drowsiness.

“Huh?”

“Y’think Stu killed Tatum?” He reiterated.

Your brows furrowed. “No way, that was his girlfriend.”

His chuckle reverberated from his chest. “Clearly, that didn’t mean shit.” Spoken truthfully, as her lifeless body dangled above. “But surely he had to be the one takin’ the reins on that one, he set her up.”

“Set it up, sure. But killing her? Nuh-uh.” Eddie laughed at your definitive state. “He had the whole party to host, someone would’ve noticed him missing. Plus, no one was expecting Billy to even be there, giving him the most perfect opportunity to do it.” You disseminated factually.

“Okay, okay, so wait.” Eddie cleared his throat. “You’re saying Billy snuck inside the house, then back outside, and just went all the way around like that, hiding the costume n’ all, to kill her? Someone totally would’ve seen him.”

With a debate at hand, you attempted to sit up, but his greedy hands held you back, wanting to continue to seek solace in the body heat your boobs generated. “Okay, it’s odd-”

“Really odd.”

“But, Billy’s calculated, y’know.” You retaliated. “If either of them are going to pull it off, it’s going to be Billy. You know how, like, clumsy Stu is. He couldn’t have done it.”

Eddie dramatically brushed you off with a pestering psh. “You’re just sayin’ all that, ‘cause you like Matthew Lillard.”

“Please, everyone knows Billy killed Tatum.” You laughed. “This has nothing to do with Matthew Lillard being hot- ow!”

His nimble fingers squeezed at your pebbling nipples, as he menacingly chuckled in your ear. “Swear, I’ll put on that fucking mask and have my way with you if I hear you call another dude hot.” But oh, how that thought, itself, was already having its way with you. Wriggling in his embrace, your actions did not go unnoticed by your boyfriend, as he eyed the rub of your thighs. “Oh, you like that!” He smirked.

“What?” You squeaked, fighting through the endeavor of avoiding the eyes that tried so hard to look into yours. “No, I don’t. Y-You freak.” But the heat of your face was palpable, and Eddie reveled in the bashful embarrassment that he could elicit within you.

“Oh, you so do, baby.” He sneered in your face, the silver of his rings stimulating goosebumps on the canvas of your skin, as his hands cupped your fullness. “Hm, want me to fuck you with that mask?”

You whined at his words. “Eddie.”

“That’s honestly hot as fuck, y’know?” His voice dripped with arousal, as his hands roamed your belly. “Letting me fuck you to spare you, fuck, throw in that knife you like. Begging for you life, shit.”

And with that hand of his sneaking between your legs, who were you to remember a one-off conversation from over a month ago?

The trunk of the tree bit at your cheek, as he forcefully affixed your body to the rough surface. Cold metal clashed against your thigh, and suddenly the scrape of a blade was shooting chills through your body; his pocket knife. “Ugh,” his groans intensified, as his hand got lost under the ruffle of your skirt, letting your clothed cunt be teased by the sharp edge, “the things I could do to you. And not a single soul would hear. Not your screams. Not your cries. Just completely at my mercy.”

You gasped at the unforeseen slice that ripped your panties in two, forcing the ruined lace to be soiled in the ground below you; the night’s draft now blowing against the flooding wetness of your exposed folds. “Please.” His laughs were all that met your pleas. “D-Don’t hurt me.”

Oh, what a fantasy come true.

Your teeth pierced into your swollen lip, as the flat edge of Eddie’s knife abruptly pressed into your clit, its coldness sending shockwaves to the hot bundle of nerves that had your hips driving back onto his pulsating bulge.

“Don’t hurt you?” He mocked. “Oh, but how fun would it be if I did. Huh, my little calf?” The fear that stirred in your belly was only able to ease for a second, as his sharp blade finally left your core, but only to trace the skin of your naval. “To bruise your skin, break your morale, violate your body- ugh, this pretty, little body.” His knife severed your tiny shirt in two, expelling your breasts. Eddie’s gloved hand then bunched your skirt at the hip, letting the cool zephyr nip at your naked body. “God, look at that.” His harsh hand groped your ass, pulling your cheeks from one another to see the glistening of your pussy under the moonlight. “And I can just do anything with it, huh?”

“I’ll do a-anything, I-I- just please, I’ll let you do anything, just let me go-”

“Oh, no, baby, look at you.” Eddie’s stature followed down your squirming figure. “You’re never leaving me.” Before you could get a word in, his strength brought you to your knees, your skin digging into the dirt and discarded panties of the ground. In a flash, his knife pressed to your tensing neck, as his mask stared you down from his height. “You better fucking show me how much you think your life is worth.”

Your manicured hand wasted no time to undo the metal clasp of his belt, as Eddie sighed at the relief his throbbing cock felt from the confined restraints of his jeans. Precum drenched his boxers wet, and behind that mask, your boyfriend smiled at the delicate kisses you offered to his body, despite the debauched scene at hand.

His cock sprung with an angry tip targeting your face, and your graceful fingers found themselves scratching at the unruly curls of his pubs, before wrapping around his girth to pull back to the sticky skin of his cock.

“Mm!” You moaned, as you tongued at his head, collecting the budding seed that oozed from his hole.

His hands didn’t hesitate to grapple onto your scalp, bringing you forth with dramatic moans, as his pocket knife rested against the plumpness of your cheek. “Ooh, fuck, yes.” His teeth clenched tightly. “Shove it down your fucking throat like your life depends on it.”

Your tongue salivated along the underside of his dick, as your lips latched onto his length, constraining you to take all you could of him. Drool pooled at the corners of your mouth, coating him in your spit that allowed your slick hands to jerk him with burning friction. His hips couldn’t help but drive forward, and he selfishly ignored the chokes that restricted your throat taunt, merely giving him something tighter to fuck.

“God, let me trash that pretty fucking mouth of yours.” His hairs tickled your nose, as a mess of spit and precum slung from his cock to your chin. Hollowing your cheeks had Eddie’s mewls echoing from his mask, as your eyes peered up lovesick at the sight of his bruteness taking all he felt was his.

He tapped your cheek disrespectfully, forcing you off his cock, only for his heavy hand to shove your head lower. “C’mon, you know what to fucking do, you fucking slut. You wanna live? You wanna go back to your boyfriend?” He laughed, playing his part menacingly. “You wanna be able to suck him off with that same fucking mouth you sucked mine with, you better make me fucking feel good, or you’ll be no use dead in the woods.”

Your mouth locked onto his heavy set balls that shoved itself in your face, and you suckled at the velvet skin, pulling it from his body, and feeding it into your mouth with whines of satisfaction. Your wet muscle tickled his legs numb, with his knees buckling at the massage he forced out of you.

And inch by inch, your tongue teased the expanse of his taint, until he felt it prod at his pulsating hole, and he forced your face deeper between his thighs, as nothing but his cock and balls swallowed your face. “You dirty fucking whore, ugh!”

Such an intimate spot, his musk invaded your senses with nothing but Eddie, Eddie, Eddie flooding your surroundings. His thick thighs suffocating your face; his leg hairs nipping at your cheeks; his balls smashing against your nose; his cock leaking on your forehead. There was no leaving Eddie Munson.

He consumed you.

“Dirty that fucking face, shit, m’gonna make that pretty fucking face filthy!” Eddie rode your face, forcing your tongue to plunge into your tight asshole, as you tried to keep up with his rough movements. “Eat my fucking ass, all your worth doing—shit, shit, fuck, I’m gonna—shove your fucking tongue in there!”

Your nails clawed at his thighs, branding red streaks to bleed against his pale skin.

But unexpectedly, you were rammed onto the dirt with a gasp of surprise leaving your mouth, as his barbaric strength manhandled you onto your tummy, blatantly ignoring your struggles.

His heavy weight suppressed your body to your ground, as his merciless hand came around your jaw, squeezing your face. “Smile, baby, big fucking smiles.” Eddie forced your lips to pucker. “Want nothing but smiles outta you while everything is happening. Show me how pretty you are- how happy you are to have me violate you, how much you love this.”

You felt his dense cock poke at the globes of your ass. “You gonna be a good fucktoy, and let me ruin these holes, huh? Not going to make a noise? Not going to tell anyone? Yeah?” You whimpered at the thick head to pried your sticky lips apart, catching your clit, only to glide back to your sopping entrance that clenched with need. “And I’ll let you live, I’ll let this pretty body live. Yeah? Go back to your boyfriend, but you’ll still be mine, no? When you’re leaving his, I’ll take you on the street. In the middle of night, when your clueless parents are asleep. When you just want to live in peace, but I’ll be there to wreck it, because this body’s mine. It’s all mine.”

His cock intruded your pussy. “Ah! Yes, yes! Make me take it!” Dirt stuck beneath your nails, as you attempted to cling onto the ground.

“Fuck!” Eddie bleated, as he fell balls deep, flushed to your back. “My fucking play thing.” He punctuated with a rough thrust. “My fucking pussy to use.”

With seven inches pumping deep, the ridges of his cock rubbed against your sensitive g-spot, as your cunt stroked him of his precum; a ring of your mixing cream flooded at his base to splash his naval dirty. Your arm managed to snake back, pushing the endeavor to slow his hips from the rapid pace he was fucking at, but his hands shut down your futile attempts.

“Nuh-uh!” He masked pressed to your face, your arm now pinned to your ground. “You said make you take it, you’re gonna fucking take it!” Eddie’s guttural voice vibrated against your ear.

“Y-Yes! Whatever you say! Please!” Your neck ached with the stretch Eddie was forcing to keep your head up. “Use me! Need you to use me!”

The veins of his cock were hammering with desire, as all his blood pumped to his groin to keep it hard until it got the release it was begging for. And he did all to get you there, as your walls were quivering around his length, your cries bleeding through the tight hold his hand kept to your jaw. The woodland creatures of Hawkins, Indiana were perking their ears at the wails of what they could only infer was an innocent critter being preyed upon; not too far from truth.

Your soft walls kept him warm against the biting chill of the night, and by the way your back was arching to shove your ass deeper into his pelvis could only mean you, too, were selfishly begging to satiate that aching need.

“Mm, fuck! Look at that ass.” He peered to see the fat of your cheeks recoiling against the snap of his hips. “This fucking ass and cunt- such a dirty, little fucking cunt.” His chest peeled from you, as cold wind satisfyingly blew against the sweat that marinated between your hot bodies.

The leather of his gloves stung against your cheek, as his heavy hand came to spank your jiggling roundness, while he moaned at witnessing the length of his cock get lost in the crevice of your ass. Peeling them apart, he eyed your winking hole, and propelled his hips forward, so your neglected asshole could get a tickle of his pubic hair, as he ground himself against you.

Your skin slapped together so violently in the waking hour of early November. Writhing beneath his body weight, your body could only hold back for so long, before you succumbed to your needs.

“So fucking sick in the head, y’know that? Such a pretty face with such a sick head.” Eddie’s hand came to constrict your throat, thumbs digging into your pulse points. “You love this, love me abusing you, abusing this filthy fucking pussy—augh, shit, shit!” His cock twitched under the clenching of your cunt that fluttered from his degradation. “I’ll defile it until no one wants you- no one but me! But fucking me!”

He jackhammered in dick mercilessly, until your hole clamped shut around him; your nipples scraping against the dirt with every drill of his hips. “C-Can’t—ahh—take it anymore! Too much! Stop!”

“Mm! You can hate this as much as you want, but your slutty body fucking loves it.” His fingers found themselves on your thudding clit, harshly circling it with the soft material of his gloves. “Cum for me, baby, cum on fucking cock!”

The muscles in your stomach were cramping, as the pressure was mounting against your core. Eddie’s muffled moans were proliferating by the seconds, and his wet balls were seizing against your pussy, nearing the end of self-control.

“I-I won't tell anybody, just let me cum! Please, please, please! No one, just between you and me!” Your pathetic blabbings had him laughing through the pain of his straining, aching cock.

Without a care for the tiny bugs that swarmed the dirt beneath you, your head dropped with the wails of your orgasm, as your body trembled with the overpowering sensations that wrecked your body lifeless. Your vision fell black, and all that could be heard was Eddie Munson’s fuzzy voice screaming with the release of ropes of cum that flooded your pussy full.

Unable to kiss you with the barrier of a mask, Eddie did all but purr and meow, as he displayed his affection with clumsy headbutts, as your bodies fell slack in the middle of the woods.

Slowly, as your vision came to be, and the blur was gone, your peripheral catched Eddie’s head menacingly turn, as he examined your lax state. And that laugh- that sinister laugh pooled your stomach with fear. “I’ll never be done breaking you.”

Before you could protest, Eddie manipulated your lenient limbs, and knocked you onto your back with your heavy legs falling entrapped in his strong grip. Hoisted in the air, your oozing pussy opened up to him with your thighs pinned to your dirty chest. But you knew your body, sensitivity was buzzing deep within, and you wouldn’t be able to handle anymore.

Your weak hands ventured to slap his head away, but his strength overpowered you, and for the first time tonight, the mask came off. You bawled at the attachment of his full lips eating at your clit. “I’d love to send you back to your boyfriend with my babies stuffing you,” the vibrations rippled inside you, “but he’d know too much.”

Back and forth, his tongue trekked from flicking your bud, splitting you in half, and prodding at your tight asshole, where sticky arousal seeped into. “Augh! S-Sensitive, Eds!”

Eddie merely chuckled into your cunt, breaching it with the point of his tongue to lap all that flooding inside you. The tang of your pussy never tasted so good with his piquant cum, as his mouth ravished your opening, pulling and sucking your folds with the fervent shake of his head. Gluttony was committed with how unforgiving he was with gorging your wetness into his mouth, proceeding back to bully your bundle of nerves, until your body was jerking with trying to flee his inescapable hold.

“Stop! Eddie, I’m gonna- f-fuck, really, Eds, I can’t!” You tried to desperately plead, but if there was anything Eddie Munson loved more than you, it was actually just you completely at his mercy.

Consuming the cum from your pussy, your legs locked and trembled around his head, and instantly, warm liquid was inundating his mouth. Your cries from the aching release of your squirt bled sinfully with his moans from your taste, creating the most depraved music of your intimacy, as your eyes lost the will to focus on anything else, but the glowing moon against the night’s blackness.

But in the haze of your inebriated mind, your boyfriend had crawled his body over yours, where mouths quickly connected. Only, the opening of his lips invited your squirt to soak onto your tongue. And it stayed there, swapping between your jaws, as both of you made fleeting attempts to consume each other with loving desire, until everything was swallowed from the intensity.

And all that was left was Eddie Munson smiling down at your blissed out face, his chin scintillating under the moon.

“You okay, sweetheart?” He caressed your face. “Would’ve just abducted you, but probing you felt more fun.” He teased at the irreparable damage done on your innocent cow costume.

You breathlessly laughed, refuting his words with an incredulous shake of your head. “Whatever happened to just asking me to take you to my leader?”

Eddie giggled, kissing you okay with delicate pecks that greatly contrasted from the lascivious events he put you through. He had sat up, degloving his hands—now drenched in perspiration from the confining heat—to brush away the specks of dirt that clung to your breasts. “Here, lift up for a second.” His now gentle hands helped guide the torn piece of clothing from your upper body, where the soft fabric now became a clean-up cloth for both your bodies. “I’ll get you new clothes,” Eddie groaned, seeking to squeeze his head from the hoodie that he took off, now proffering to you, “promise, sweets.”

“Help me up, don’t want a worm near my vagina.” He laughed at your whines, hands coming to entangle with yours, as a firm arm around your waist helped leverage you on wobbly legs.

“Yeah, sorry for the lack of set up.” Eddie swiped the dirt off your bare butt. “Though, don’t think a nicely laid blanket and candles would have really fit the whole horny-violent-serial-killer vibe, y’know?”

“Well, duh. You can’t light candles in the woods, that’s dangerous.” Christ, you really were something to appreciate. “But, no, seriously, that was-” you eyed him excitedly with precious giggles, “that was really good. Like, better than anything I could have fantasized Stu Macher doing.” And felt the consequences of that joke with a sharp pinch to your ass. “Ah! Okay, okay!”

Eddie guffawed in your face, planting a searing kiss onto your hairline. “You’re insufferable, y’know that?” He hugged you tightly. “But you liked it? Not too much- hell, too little, you freak?”

“Nuh-huh, perfect!” You sweetly piqued, until you diverted with a swat to his chest. “But, Christ, Eddie, you really scared me! And lied to me! I thought some lunatic was following me!”

“Oh, come on, when have I ever let you go to some rager alone? A Halloween one, at that?”

You pouted. “You made me hate Boomer just a little.” A guttural howl bubbled from him, as he went to pick up the discarded mask and pocket knife that was strewn about, your shirt and panties followed, gathered in his other hand. “And I have to throw these away.”

“Throw away?” His brow cocked, evidently in disbelief, as he examined your underwear. “Just because they’re sliced doesn’t mean they can’t be shown any love. Nothing I can’t add to the collection.” He smirked with a wink.

“Damn it, Eddie, give me back my seamless ones, they’re the only ones I can wear with leggings without getting lines.” You remembered.

And his eyes couldn’t help but teasingly roll back. “Alright, alright, careful with the branches, baby.” Side by side, Eddie guided you through the wooded area, until the quiet sidewalk he once kidnapped you from came in sight under the yellow streetlights.

Though, while you two had your fun of kink exploration, unfortunately, your dear friends were nearly killing themselves over trying to find you three blocks away, plotting operation plans as to what may have occurred. Lying where it was once dropped, you grimaced at the piling text that bombarded you, when you picked your discarded phone.

Hey, I’m okay! Swear it, Eddie picked me up! So sorry! Was too drunk to stay and tell you! 😖

Hopefully, the off brand Lucy Dacus would be lenient enough to spare you for the night. You could face their wrath tomorrow.

“Oof, gotta spend the night with me, before Wheeler kills you.” Eddie’s nosy trait had him reading your messages over your shoulder.

“It’s your fault! Ugh, you’re actually going to get me murdered!” You groaned, while all he could do was arrogantly smile at his work, until you abruptly stopped with a gasp. “You decided to sexually harass me all night instead of doing the Monster Mash with me?!” Christ, that pointed finger was so accusatory.

Eddie’s hand flew up in defense. “Sweetheart, I swear I’ll give you all the Monster Mashing until Thanksgiving.”

“Y’know, I think this was all just your way of getting out of dressing up.” Your eyes squinted with the interrogation.

Oh, how you wanted to eat that sly grin away. “And fucking you? Yeah.”

“Ugh, you perv!” Eddie caught your hand before it could swat him, giving him the leverage to torpedo a swarm of open-mouth kisses to your face. “Okay, okay! Truce!” He combed your hair straight, chuckling at your disheveled state. “So, that was really you stalking me?”

“Yup.”

“At the bathroom?”

“Uh-huh.”

“In the kitchen?”

“Totally me, baby.”

“Outside my window?”

“Yea- wait, what?” Eddie flinched back in confusion.

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Earlier today, when you came by. Y’know, watching me from my window?”

Eddie’s steps immediately came to a halt, as his face blended into concern. “Sweetheart, I never stood outside your window.” He declared. “Yeah, I came by, but seriously, your dad had just let me in. Who the fuck was at your window?”

You rejected the conversation, choosing to continue to walk. “Stop, Eddie, don’t scare me. You already have enough.”

“Y/N, I’m serious. I never stood outside your window.” Eddie Munson’s eyes were never one to genuinely lie.

“M-Maybe it really was just some kid, then.” You rationalized.

“Alright, look, let’s just really call it a night, and get home.” A protective arm secured you to his body.

Because perhaps in the night, your drunken mind did notice two figures watching you that were simply chalked up to one. Maybe, the second one was the one watching from the corner, then from behind a tree. Maybe, it was the one that quietly stalked twenty feet behind with a knife that shined too brightly under the moonlight to ever be plastic.

Don’t you know couples who have sex on Halloween night are the first to die?

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