[ objectively, eddie's having a shit day. it's gotten better, but really the only way is up when you've got demonic, other-dimensional bats trying to tear you limb from limb and eat you alive.
when he'd lost conciousness, he'd thought that was it. the big goodbye? sweet bliss of nothingness.
the train is a surprise.
if hell is a train station with phones you can carry in your pockets, smaller than the giant car phones people who make wayyyyyy more money than eddie's ever seen have. well. fuck. he's glad he's here. and he's got all his limbs. fuck YEAH. this is going pretty good for dying as a wanted criminal in the alternate dimension of a town that hates him.
it's on the up and up until he's walking through that train station, minding his own goddamn business when he's assaulted. it's -- a whole lot like being home. the in your face screaming thing. except jason's not here and the guy's blond, sure, but not anyone that eddie knows from hawkins. nope.
he scrambles against the hold the guy has on him, tries to push off his hand with fingers clawing at his wrist. but eddie's a string-bean; even if he's got some muscle on his arms from jamming on the guitar. unhelpfully, he doesn't know where this is. what he can think of is the name of a place. ] I don't know, man! CHICAGO OR SOMETHING!!!
TRAIN STATION
[ objectively, eddie's having a shit day. it's gotten better, but really the only way is up when you've got demonic, other-dimensional bats trying to tear you limb from limb and eat you alive.
when he'd lost conciousness, he'd thought that was it. the big goodbye? sweet bliss of nothingness.
the train is a surprise.
if hell is a train station with phones you can carry in your pockets, smaller than the giant car phones people who make wayyyyyy more money than eddie's ever seen have. well. fuck. he's glad he's here. and he's got all his limbs. fuck YEAH. this is going pretty good for dying as a wanted criminal in the alternate dimension of a town that hates him.
it's on the up and up until he's walking through that train station, minding his own goddamn business when he's assaulted. it's -- a whole lot like being home. the in your face screaming thing. except jason's not here and the guy's blond, sure, but not anyone that eddie knows from hawkins. nope.
he scrambles against the hold the guy has on him, tries to push off his hand with fingers clawing at his wrist. but eddie's a string-bean; even if he's got some muscle on his arms from jamming on the guitar. unhelpfully, he doesn't know where this is. what he can think of is the name of a place. ] I don't know, man! CHICAGO OR SOMETHING!!!