#freakhunt

@freakhunt.

                                                  “fuck, dude.” 

❝    you’ve  got  some,  um   -      ❞    there’s  an  urge  to  reach  out  herself  and  pull  the  offending  items  from  his  hair.  instead,  she  settles  for  gesturing  in  the  general  direction.   ❝    stuff.   ❞

                ‘ please tell me i can get one of those nerdy t shirts? ’ carter is approaching eddie in the parking lot, skirt of her uniform swaying as she walks. her thumbs loop through the straps of her pink backpack, giving a teasing grin as carter stops right in front of the boy. never had she given much worry to who she talked to, or if being seen with someone specific might ruin her reputation. carter enjoyed all types of people, eddie munson included. ‘ tell me it wouldn’t look amazing on me, i dare you, ’     @freakhunt​  ,  sc.

glancing behind himself, beavis realizes that there isn’t anyone eddie could have possibly been talking about. “dude, are ya trippin’?” he asks, eyes returning to eddie as he exhales somewhat of a nervous chuckle. “did ya snort a pixie stick? ya know, i did that once and my nose was bleeding for, like, five hours.” a bit of an overexaggeration, but regardless, the memory causes the boy to physically cringe. “anyways, i want what you’re having, man!”

whoops! maybe he shouldn’t have stayed up so late to watch whatever the hell was so interesting on tv. “uhhh,” he lifts his head off eddie’s shoulder, wiping the drool from his mouth as his heavy eyelids struggle to stay open. “wait,” looking up at the older male, he knits his eyebrows as he processes his statement. “you were getting pizza rolls?!” he doesn’t remember his aunt and uncle agreeing to that, but that’s not entirely unusual. as soon as a conversation becomes boring, he’ll voluntarily stop listening. “i want some, too!”

jodes’ sister said dnd was the devil’s game, an epidemic. mama says it’s dangerous. mama says ‘the munson boy’ like everyone else, she’s as much a lamb as anyone. mama pretends not to know the things amma gets up to at night, but sometimes she think she can see it. the sick that she put in there. we have the same hands, mama. but eddie doesn’t have them, he’s just a freakin’ weirdo. a freakin’ weirdo that won’t even get high with little girls.  “ thought you were the wild one. ”  she slurs, her hand like a butterfly as she reaches for him, only to drop to pat his knee at the last moment.  “ mama says you’re dangerous... but i guess she was wrong. ”  amma holds eye contact for ten long, uncomfortable seconds.  “ you don’t got it in you. you’re no fun. ”

          𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓, 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐅𝐒, 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 the pair of them continue to walk rather hesitantly through.  when the other speaks his words take alexandra a little by surprise, so much so that her expression shifts to mirror that emotion along with the flashlight.    ❝ what’s the worst that could happen? ❞  question is repeated back with a slight tone of bewilderment.    ❝  i dunno, eddie, uh⸺lets see we could get possessed, we could run into some wild animal or a killer, oh && we could die !  ❞   free hand begins to list them out by finger, tone laced heavily with a mixture of sarcasm && worry for their current situation.     ;      (   you’d think that alex’s ability to sense the supernatural might give them some leg up considering their enemy,  but it’s less effective when she’s   𝓼𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓮𝓭   or facing certain death.   it’s more like a sixth sense && right now her senses are on overdrive worried for her life.   god, why did it have to be in a forest at night?!   )      continuing forward alexandra lets out a deep sigh she’d been holding inside,    ❝  if we do run into something, something, out here . . ❞  a pause at the sound of rustling in the distance.    ❝  i’m throwing you in front of me.  you’re bigger, taller, more intimidating visually compared to me. ❞