#wakeupchrissy

Angelicness radiated from his eyes, and gentle laughter sang from his lips. It was a rare unguarded moment in Eddie Munson’s life. He didn’t let just anyone see the person buried deep beneath his flesh and bones. For the most part, that Eddie stayed silent and asleep because there wasn’t a place for him in the world; the world had seen to that long ago. But when he spent time with Chrissy, the other Eddie slowly began pushing his way back to the surface. He wanted to be seen again, at least in the presence of her. 

“I promise it won’t be that scary. If it is, you can hide behind me,” he smiled wide, waving the movie tickets for Friday The 13th Part VI: Jason Lives in front of Chrissy. They had agreed that if she could pick the candy, Eddie got to pick the film. Now, he wondered if she regretted that decision. He could certainly have picked something a bit milder. Yet, perhaps part of him was betting on being used as a shield.

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          “well, i guess that’s broken.” [from Steve]

" Steve! " she growled out of annoyance. The pair had been trying to to piece back together some cryptic note left by Robin and Dustin for the past hour. In the time of them receiving it to getting it back to her house, it had managed to rip into a thousand tiny pieces. Resulting in him hovering over her, moving pieces that they had already placed back around. " Steve... stop please. " she sighed leaning back in her chair finally throwing in the towel.

     “Okay, but it’s not my fault that they wrote it on wet newspaper, Chrissy! In pencil!” he snapped back, and in Dustin’s defense (it was definitely Dustin’s handwriting), the newspaper hadn’t been wet when he wrote it, but that didn’t change the fact that it was now, and newspaper didn’t do well when it was wet. It was Dustin’s fault for writing it in pencil, not that pen wouldn’t have been awful once it got wet, either. “Don’t you have like, a hair dryer or something? Just dry it so it stops tearing.”

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“Hey, listen up cheerleader Queen of Hawkins High.” Eddie started the conversation since she seemed a little lost in her own head, which he’d noted that she seemed to be in a lot these days. “You seem to buy a lot from me, and I’m not one for complainin’ about making money, that’s not the issue.” he smiled to himself before turning matters serious again “But I gotta ask because it’s like you’re getting a little problem there Chrissy, what’s eating at you? What are you tryna distract yourself from?”

          "how about we don’t do that.” [from Steve!]

“ Steve? STEVE?! Is it supposed to do that?” she asked the panic rising in her voice, eyes wide as the creature before them seemed to ingest it’s deceased comrade growing bigger in size. Chrissy held the baseball bat tighter in her hand nodding quickly at his words. “ Uhuh .” she squeaked terror reaching every ounce of her body as the creature roared at them.

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No one was entirely sure what had happened, that's what they were saying. A freak accident, that was their best guess, a disastrous series of events. What they did know was that Jamie Cunningham had been complaining of a terrible headache and sore eyes throughout last period, that he'd been advised by the school nurse to go home rather than attend baseball practice. They knew he'd begun the walk home along the usual route, along with a considerable number of other middle school kids.

That was where things got odd.

Some other kids on the path had been able to say that out of nowhere, Jamie had just...stopped walking. He'd seemed frozen in place, staring blankly off into the distance with a pained expression. Then suddenly he'd curled in on himself, hands raising to grab at his head as he'd let out a blood-curdling scream. Then, without warning, he'd run into the road.

“I didn’t- I didn’t actually do anything!” Gracie says before she looks in the tiny window in the door to see if they’re nearby. She ducks her head again nervous that they will turn around to look at her. “That one in the yellow sweater her boyfriend hit on me and I told him to leave me alone but got caught so he told her I hit on him. I tried to explain but she didn’t want to listen now I’m the boyfriend stealing bitch even though I would never.”