eddie psl post.

[heatmetal]

boop boop banoop

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[heatmetal]

Fuck, that's right. This is the past. It's 1983 here.

[ uuugh which means he doesn't have most of his good shit. ]

Music. It keeps Vecna -- the thing, the wizard controlling all this shit -- it keeps him out.

[camarod]

['83. He'd be in Cali. Sun, sea. He tries not to dwell on that, tries instead to dwell a little on Eddie Munson, sits his ass back down on the bed and and nods. ]

Then I'll grab the boombox if he - he comes. He's distracted, though. The storms outside. He's angry, not paying attention.

[His watchful eye is cast toward El, he figures. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he swallows tightly. ]

Should we be getting the hell out of here while we have the chance?

[ not that he's sure where they could hide in Hawkins with the town hunting for him. ]

[camarod]

You think you could with that leg?

[It sounds smart. Sounds real tempting, too. Billy could eat, is the thing. Someone fresher, someone he's not saving for Eddie. ]

[heatmetal]

Probably not. But if the gates close we're not getting out of here.

[camarod]

[He pauses. Exhales. ]

Okay. [A little breathless, sure. Sure ] We have to finish him first. I can carry you.

[Out of here. Permanently. ] That okay?

[heatmetal]

[ His stomach churns a little. That twinge of conscience warning him against murder. ]

Yeah. That's fine.

[camarod]

Okay, [ and it's easier to lift Eddie - to test the mobility before he takes him to the bathroom. He won't make him watch, after he's done drinking. But he does leave him there, on the toilet seat, while he drags Jason outside and finishes him off. Leaves his body for the monsters to take care of, before he's back inside, grabbing a shirt and his jacket.

Then there's Eddie, who he picks up easily enough, like he weighs nothing. He supposes it's one of the perks of whatever he is now. Strong.

The hellscape is as it always was: red, then blue, always storming. Billy moves through it like he knows it a little too well. He probably does. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he's sure to drape his baby over billys shoulders before they go, unwilling to leave her behind after they've come so far together.

But being moved like this hurts. It's the mangled leg - what little tissue is still functioning is protesting the bone just dangling. Eddie closes his eyes and tucks his face against Billy's shoulder, humming low under his breath to distract himself. ]

[camarod]

[It's a lot of effort, and it does mean Eddie's baby may end up as a weapon, but. The monsters tend to stay away from Billy, now. Learned behaviour.

Eddie's trailer looks just the way he'll remember it, probably. They're gonna have to do something about the leg, though. He's just - just not sure what. Something to consider later, if it's still mangled flesh and bone.

For now he's hoisting Eddie through, calling a soft sorry when he lands in a painful heap. Billy follows next with the guitar, and then - he breathes again. Real air. ]

Shit, man. You got something here I can tie your leg to?

[heatmetal]

[ fuck they should've kept the mattress there. Eddie hisses like a cat, grinding his teeth until his body stops ringing with pain. ]

Uh... Probably a busted hockey stick in my room.

[camarod]

Fucking peg leg, [is muttered while he gets his ass up to look. Something sturdy, and - sure. A hockey stick'll do. He grabs some of Eddie's scattered clothes, tears through the shirts on his way back in. ]

This'll probably hurt like a bitch, [and crouches, aligns the stick to Eddie's calf and begins tying it tight. It's real weird up close: bone attached to foot and thing, tendons clinging lazily. he wonders if attaching someone else's meat to it might work. God. ]

I don't - I don't know how much you'll need to feed to fix this shit, man. One more? Ten?

[heatmetal]

[ he's grabbing some of that scrap to scream into, breathing hard. His head tilts back - there's a sick pleasure to it, judging by the way he moans when it's finally settled.

... Can he kill ten people to fix it? ]

If it doesn't work after the next one it's not fucking worth it, man. I can - I can make due.

[ he isn't sure he can hunt. Honestly. Not someone outside of Jason fucking Carver. ]

... Your sister and stepmom live next door, by the way.

[camarod]

Then we go to a hospital.

[Eddie's not been gone long enough to be dead-dead. Not like Billy. But, speaking of - ]

- What?

[heatmetal]

Can't. I'll be arrested for murder on sight.

[ and now there's one to him. ]

After you... Vanished. Your old man threw them out.

[camarod]

[There's a pause. A moment where Billy is maybe squeezing Eddie's leg too tight as he tries to compute. The way his face shifts, mouth sneering, utterly not shocked, so fucking angry. ]

He - ha. Fuck. [of course he did. ] You can't smack around a little girl like you can - like you can your own kid, I guess.

[he's so goddamn angry. ]

[heatmetal]

[ he's about to protest when billy drops... That.

Eddie's mouth goes dry. ]

He's not gonna be laying another finger on you.

[camarod]

He skip town?

[he's swallowing down hysteria. keeping it very cool. ]

[heatmetal]

[ reaching down to grip his hand. ]

Still in the old place last I heard... It's on the market.

[camarod]

Son of a bitch.

[He needs to - needs to think. Needs to get Eddie's leg fixed. Needs to tear through Neil Hargroves throat. Billy's not stupid, he just can't think while Eddie's blood is rushing through his ears.

(There's a fix so fucking simple, though. A loose thread that he can cannot, if he could just think.)

He squeezes Eddie's hand in kind. ]

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[ Eddie rubs a thumb across his knuckles, slow and sweet, licks his lips and careful considers their options. ]

You know...

[ a grounding squeeze. ]

It wouldn't be hard... To set him up. Take the fall for me. Give you an excuse to be alive again.

[camarod]

[He makes a startled sound. ]

Yeah? [yeah, he wishes. Wishes.]

[heatmetal]

Your old man isn't well liked around town. People... Know his type.

[ his stomach turns a little. Violent. Unpredictable. Bigoted. ]

He sets the mallfire. You don't die in it. He keeps you locked up, let's everyone think you're dead...

Maybe he thought I got wise, yeah? Or heads some rumor we were fucking - I'm the town queer, people know. So he shows up at the trailer. Takes - takes Chrissy Cunningham out - I bolt. He pursues. Takes out Patrick while they're tracking me for... For real shit reasons. And Jason sees too much so he goes too.

He gets caught. Or killed. And someone comes down because we're in the basement.

[camarod]

[His breath hitches on the next exhale. It's - tempting. Near seductive. Near perfect, really. He wets his lips. ]

We'd just need some of Jason's blood. [Which they have, however much of it is being used by Eddie right now. ] I could call 911. Tell 'em I hit daddy over the head trying to escape.

[Phew. Okay. ]

[heatmetal]

[ Eddie nods slowly. ]

Dead men tell no tales... And he... He fucked himself, man, rep is everything in this town. You're a golden boy coming out in the middle of a tragedy, the people will eat it up.