#fatalframez

Ever since that fateful night on the mountain, the group dynamic having shifted frequently. Sam had kept in contact with a few people here and there, but one she consistently talked to was Chris. She felt like of all the people, she could most easily trust him. Neither of them had been involved directly in what had gone down, but the pranks that ensued after via Josh had really done a number on them.

Even now, Sam found it hard to trust. She had trusted Josh, confided in him. But she had to try, didn't she. Picking up her cell phone she pulled up her messages with Chris.

Ala was exhausted, things were more difficult without her neighbour around, Wayne was doing his best to help the young mother out but she hadn't realised how much she'd relied on Eddie to help out, and now it was raining hard.

💤❗(From Alaire to Errol)

Errol woke with a start, breathing heavy and shaking. He'd been tossing and turning and mumbling in his sleep incomprehensibly, but now that he was awake, he had no idea what he'd been dreaming. He just had a feeling of fear lingering within him as his heart continued to beat out of his chest.

It was an easy enough plan. Get rid of the idiots in Hawkins all while in disguise. They could use untraceable phones and Billy did the killing while Heather made the phone calls. She was sat in her own home, phone in her hand as she had made the call to Carol. Carol was the perfect target. She was a bitch who thought that she was better than everyone else. Heather had thought of everything, down to a voice changer.

“Hey. What’s your favourite scary movie?” Heather asked with a little smirk playing at her lips. “I like ones where the guy in the mask goes around killing babysitters.” She spoke. This was perfect. It was freaking Carol out just enough that she had started to panic and threaten Heather over the phone.

It felt strange being back in Hawkins with the intention of seeing other people aside from just Wayne, he came to see Wayne at least twice a year around his touring and recording schedule, making sure Stephanie saw her grandpa, Eddie didn't care that technically he wasn't her grandpa but he saw his uncle as his father and he refused to allow her to call his real father 'grandpa'. But he thought it was about time he returned, the band was on a break currently anyway as the drummer had gotten into a car accident and was going to need time to recover and see if he could ever play again.

Of course that didn't make this easy, none of this was easy, only Wayne knew he had transitioned and he knew how small towns were, especially this one. But if he wanted Steve to be in their daughters life, he would have to do it sooner rather than later. Eddie had tried dating a few times but nothing worked out, no one was interested in being involved with a single parent and his identity added a whole layer of complexity to it too, besides his mind kept going back to that night with Steve, he knew leaving was the right thing to do for his carer, but if he had known...

Wayne was sat outside having a smoke as Steve approached the trailer, there was a decently sized deep red motorhome parked alongside the stationary trailer. He greeted him and told him to go into the motorhome, tell him 'they' were expecting him, avoiding gendered words.

"Yeah dude just a long night." Eddie mumbles before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. All he needs is to get some rest but did they even have time for that? He had stayed up late working on a new campaign just getting so much into the lore of it all. He wanted everything to be ready to make sure that it was perfect for the next time they had Hellfire club. Still it was eating away at the time he had to do anything else time he meant to spend with Steve.

[ BOOKSHOP ] :  for  our  muses  to  meet  in  a  bookshop (From Miles to Errol)

Working at a library presented a lot of opportunity to find books that you wouldn't normally, and get interested in them. Errol had checked out a book for a patron yesterday that caught his eye. The girl said it was one of her favorites and explained the basic premise to Errol, convincing him to read it himself. He couldn't check it out though, as the girl already had. So, here he was at a book store, looking to buy it instead.

They had things organized completely different than at the library though, and he was having a hard time finding the title. He was just about to give up when he spotted the familiar cover. There was only one problem. It was in someone else's hands.