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Welcome to Year 3 of my CCFest writing. Last year, including the pop-ups, I really lost steam. I went from wanting to participate every day, to sitting and writing 4 days worth of entries in one sitting, while on a layover. We're gonna try the best that we can this year and do as much as I can do. And I'm really excited because this year's theme is so perfect: I Love the 80's.
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Note: Freak #3 is, has, and always will be named Dave in the Jo-Harrington Fanfiction Universe until they give him a name because it isnât Doug.
Corroded Coffin Fest 2026 Posts
1 - "Just say no."
2 - Crop Top
3 - TV Tray
4 - Headbangers Ball
5 - Perm
6 - Family Video
7 - The California Raisins
8 - "Where's the beef?"
9 - Leg Warmers
10 - Waterbed
11 - Ashtray
12 - Mullet
13 - Atari
14 - Garfield
15 - "Calgon, take me away!"
16 - Hypercolor
17 - Answering Machine
18 - Wood Paneling
19 - Rattail
20 - McNuggets
21 - Ecto Cooler
22 - "Clap on, clap off, The Clapper!"
23 - Acid Wash
24 - Cassette Tape
25 - Smoking Section
26 - Mohawk
27 - Casey's Top 40 Countdown
28 - ALF
29 - "Double your pleasure, double your fun!"
30 - Doc Martens
31 - Phone Book
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Corroded Coffin Fest 2025 - Day 1 - Band of Brothers
Summary: Bonds are always tested in times of crisis.
Word Count: 997
Rating: T
Warnings/Themes: Slight Canon Divergence, Angst, Isolation, Eddie lets his evil thoughts take over, the boys to the rescue
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This bad boy is not great by any means but I got words on the page and that's all I can ask for. Want to give @storiesbyrhi a shoutout because of her amazing Eddie's March 1986 Timeline that has come in handy a million and one times but especially here in one very quick instance.
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Sunday, March 23rd 1986
Eddie hated the boathouse.
That was the prevalent thought that floated through his mind as he sat in hiding.
Not that he was on the run for an alleged murder.
Not that there was a wizard committing crimes--crime? Still just the one?--in his name.
And certainly not that he watched Chrissy Cunningham die 24 hours ago.
No. He couldn't think of any of that.
The only thing he could think about was that he hated this fucking boathouse.
And that his butt crack was starting to itch.
This was definitely not how his last and best Spring Break was supposed to go.
This week was supposed to be full of hedonism and music and blowing up firecrackers from last July.
But that was just his luck. Edward J. Munson. Royal Fuckup. Karma's little bitch.
"This is because I killed off everyone's characters in the Cult of Vecna, right?" He glanced upwards, expecting to find god but only seeing a leaky roof.
He wrung his hands as he stewed.
His friends...
Had they heard about Chrissy being found in his trailer? Did they think that he killed her?
A different kind of feeling gripped Eddie then.
It was fear at the thought that his friends would see him as something he wasn't. Because for as much as he liked to talk a big game, he wasn't evil.
He would never do that to Chrissy. Could never do that to anyone.
His friends had to know that. Henderson and the others did. Then again, they knew a lot more than it seemed. Enough that they sought him out just to tell him that they knew he was innocent and that there was a greater evil responsible.
And Eddie might've been friends with Dustin--a mentor--but the others? They barely knew him. So if Steve Harrington was willing to put his life on the line for Eddie, his friends had to know he was innocent too.
They just had to.
He mashed the palms of his hands against his eyes until he started seeing colors, to keep the tears at bay.
He needed to keep his cool. So he forced his thoughts back to DnD. To Hellfire.
There were many things he deserved in life but maybe it was his ruthlessness as a DM that got him into this realistic of the game. Just a lowly Level 1 character ready to lose his hit points.
That had always been Gareth's complaint, right? That Eddie killed them before they could level up? This year, he made it all the way to the end. Only for Eddie to reward him with a Nightwalker and decapitation.
"If only I hadn't done that..." he muttered wistfully.
There was always an "if only."
If only he hadn't agreed to a side quest on his own to sell to Chrissy, a side quest that he might eventually find his own demise.
If only he went ahead to play ping pong and eat junk food in Dave's basement after Hellfire.
If only he had his party with him now...
Somehow there was a god in that stupid boathouse. In the water-stained ceiling and dusty windows. A god that found him pathetic enough to throw him a bone.
Because just as he wished his friends there with them, the door of the boathouse burst open, and his three idiot bandmates stumbled inside.
Eddie jumped to his feet in shock and he stood there, dumbfounded, as Jeff, Gareth, and Dave all shouted and smacked each other.
"Hey!" Eddie shouted, trying to stop their bickering. "Hey! Nerds!" The three younger boys all quieted down and looked at him, varying expressions painting their faces. Relief, anger...fear. Eddie stepped forward with his hands raised in innocence. "What...How did you find me?"
"Not hard to find you if you know where to look," Jeff scoffed.
"And we had to be the ones to find you first," Dave piped up.
"First?" Eddie frowned. "Wha--"
"Because Carver and his jockstraps are looking for you." Gareth's mouth spread in a shit-eating grin. "Don't worry, though. I sent them on a wild goose chase."
"He literally almost crapped his pants," Dave snickered to Jeff, sotto voce. Gareth turned on him immediately.
"Eat my shorts, D."
"You eat my shorts."
"Nobody's gonna be eating anyone's shorts," Eddie shouted again. They all got quiet and Eddie put his hands on his hips as he shot them a stern look. "What are you guys doing here?"
"We're here to rescue you," Jeff explained. "If there's a manhunt, then we know you're in some deep shit."
"Do you..." Eddie hesitated. "Did you hear? What happened?"
"With Chrissy?" Gareth nodded. "Yeah. We heard."
"And we know it's all bullshit," Dave joined in. "You wouldn't hurt a fly. Actually, I don't think I've ever seen you hurt a fly."
"He hasn't. Eddie's a wimp."
"Hey, what the fuck?!" Eddie was up in arms again. "Guess I'm never saving your asses anymore."
"What we mean," Jeff--ever the peacekeeper--began. "Is that you're not a killer."
"And you've protected us over the years," Gareth added. "So it's time for us to protect you."
Eddie deflated and felt his eyes well up with tears once again. He tried to keep composed as he listened to his friends' plan to get him safe and hidden.
But before they were able to enact said plan, they had a question.
"What really happened? How did Chrissy Cunningham end up dead in your trailer?"
And he could've life. He could've kept his friends in the dark to keep them safe. But if an evil wizard really was out there, he knew lying wasn't gonna protect them.
Besides, who would be better companions to defeat Vecna, than his friends? It was almost like they had all prepared for this very moment. One failed campaign at a time. They would win this one together.
Warnings/Themes: A wee bit angsty, Hurt/Comfort, Slight FOI compliance, Origin-story-ish, Bev's not as much as a hardass as she'd like everyone to think, Eddie-centric because of course it is.
I tried to write yesterday but the words weren't happening for me. Today is a different story and I'm actually happy to say I'm a little proud of this. Not edited because I'm literally gonna hop in the shower and go to bed.
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"What can I getcha, kid?"
âA beer.â
Bev snorted and crossed her arms over her chest.
âI was born in the morning but it sure wasnât this morning.â
She stared at the kid on the other side of the bar. Pouty and gangly, shoulders hunched, unruly brown curls hanging in his eyes. He had the good decency to look a little embarrassed.
She knew that the Hideout had a certain reputation for serving anyone. To her, what was the difference if someone were 17 or 18 or 21? Sheâd had seen her fair share of drunk teenagers running around. Had been one herself once upon a time. What was the big deal?
The only problem was that this kid looked like a strong wind would blow him over. No way he was old enough to know what beer was, let alone drink it.
Not to mention it was just past 11am.
The door swung open and one of her regulars, Bill, walked in with a grunt and a wave.
Then again, it was 5 oâclock somewhere.
Bev turned her attention back to the kid.
âIâll get you a coke and some pretzels,â she said resolutely. âAnd then youâre gonna go back to school. Or back home. Doesnât matter to me but you canât stay here.â
She was about to turn away to make good on her offer, but she heard the boyâs meek response.
âDonât have anywhere else to go,â he whispered.
She stopped in her tracks and looked at him again, really looked at him this time. Red-rimmed eyes, fingers that picked at themselves until they were a little bloody.
âI donât run a daycare, kid,â she sighed. âThis is a bar.â
âGee, I couldnât tell,â he replied with weak sarcasm.
Smart ass.
And let the record show, Beverly Anne Rollins didnât want to get involved in whatever sob story this kid had.
But she wasnât heartless.
So she got the kid a coke and a bowl of pretzels, poured Bill a tall one, and then dried glasses as she listened.
There was a fight at school and he got suspended. Wasnât the first time but this time apparently wasnât his fault. But the principal of the high school wouldnât listen to reason and he didnât have anyone to take his side. Wouldâve gone home but his dad was out of town for one reason or another and he didnât want to be alone. Uncle lived across townâŚbut he was out of town too.
âFishing trip,â the boy explained. âOnce a year, he always looks forward to it. He left a phone number butâŚI donât want to bother him.â
âAnd you figured youâd come here instead?â Bev laughed dryly. God, if she truly cared, she would have to get the Hideoutâs reputation in order.
The kid shrugged bashfully, an innocent kind of look that only couldâve signified guilt.
Bev just sighed and shook her head and got him another pop.
âUh,â he hesitated as she passed it across the bar top. He nervously pulled a wallet from his pocket, the chain attached to it jangled against the wood. He pulled a few meager bills out of the bifold. âI think Iâm gonna have to tap out after this one. Otherwise I wonât have lunch money next week.â
Bev sighed again. A different kind of sigh this time. One that was more defeat than annoyance.
Like a cancer, the kid had grown on her.
âHow old are you, kid?â She asked.
â16.â
Bev nodded.
âHow about you come here after schoolâŚor once youâre back in school,â she offered. âSweep the floors. Help me haul shit around. Iâll give you a few bucks and all the pop you can drink and you donât need to go home to an empty house if your daddyâs still god-knows-where.â
âA-a job?â He straightened up, smiling the first smile sheâd seen since he set foot into her bar. It seemed to brighten up the place. She didnât really like that.
âFor tax purposes, no,â she said. âButâŚsure. Itâs a job.â
âAssistant manager,â he said in awe, earning a snort of laughter from her.
âSure, kid. Whatever you want.â She held out a hand. âNameâs Bev.â
âEddie,â he grinned and slapped his hand into hers. âEddie Munson.â
Munson. She knew that name. Suffice it to say that everything he told her made a little too much sense, if this was really Al Munsonâs kid. It also made her a little nervous.
But she was a woman of her word. And she knew if she tried to take it back, it would feel like kicking a puppy. So she just shook his hand with a smile and hoped this wouldnât come back to bite her in the ass.