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"are you okay" no can we change the topic before i start oversharing
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Steves always felt stuck.
Slightly out of place, like a character that was supposed to be killed off, but was kept alive instead.
Adrift with no friends and a family thats absent, Steve wastes most his life working a retro video store in a dying mall.
Nothing feels real. Has felt real, ever since a party he threw in high school got wildly out of hand.
Until some guy named Eddie shows up.
Eddie, who slaps down a copy of some former major TV show everyone used to binge.
Eddie, with his wild hair and wilder eyes and an outfit that looks like he himself came out of the stupid 80s show.
Eddie, who worms his way into Steves heart, the only bright spark of his day, and who no one else seems to be able to see.
It's easy to ignore at first. Easy for Steve to dismiss the weird looks and quiet questions--especially when Eddie flirts like he does.
Kisses up Steves neck in the work closet, whispering assurances that they can be quick.
Its a little harder when his concussions are brought up. His brain damage diagnosis thrown at him.
That it's his fault that girl drowned. It's his fault he sacrificed her to save himself, even if the lack of oxygen is the entire reason he's different now…
Steve is certain Eddies not a hallucination, or some kind of--imaginary friend.
So sure hes furious with it when confronted--until that night.
When Eddie sits Steve down and informs him no one else can see him because he is from the stupid tv show.
And so is Steve.
In fact it's not a tv show, its reality and Steve is caught in Vecna's evil mindtrap--except his very real brain damage caused things to go a little differently.
Steves trapped apparently, and El has sent Eddie to go get him--and Steve wants so badly to believe it.
That he's not this lonely.
That this--dull, friendless, family-less life he's barely living, is the fake one.
Except….
“So how do I wake up then?”
“That's the hard part, Stevie.” Eddie tells him, thumb running soothing little circles on overheated skin. El thinks you need to drown--just like Barb did.”
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