have you seen me? : vecna, the upside down, and survival
eddie had watched her body contort into something unholy, he left her twisted remains there in his trailer when he ran. yet, the body of chrissy cunningham was nowhere to be found the next morning. her parents didn’t hesitate to file a missing person’s report, especially not after hearing from jason that he hadn’t seen her all night either. chrissy cunningham, the town angel, miss hawkins high herself — vanished without a trace. word got out that she had last been seen with eddie munson, and that’s where the witch hunt began.
her time in the upside-down began as a big game of hide and seek, a quest of sorts where each map was a hell of his own design intended to torture her and feed off of the guilt, secrets, and fears he had gathered weeks prior. trapped in cramped rooms, crawling through pitch - black darkness, a monster for a mother spewing toxic, torturous words no daughter should ever have to hear. carefully he chipped away at her, and the sanity she was struggling to maintain. prey for a predator to toy with until he found his next victim. but chrissy wasn’t quite disposed of just yet, her growing lifeless body instead bound by vines to a pillar, fresh meat for the upside down’s beasts for as long as she could last.
chrissy wasn’t conscious when the watergate crew found her. covered in bruises, blood, grime, and slime, she was weak at best when she did come to. it was clear she had to get out of the upside down sooner, rather than later. she’d forever be grateful that they carried her dead weight straight out of hell, back through the gate from which she was snatched from. but — it as like returning to a completely different body. the moment she crossed back into their world the effects of vecna’s initial attack were felt. all chrissy could remember before blacking out from pain was eddie’s horrified face as she screamed out in agony.
chrissy cunningham back from the dead! they say her heart stopped for three full minutes, revived by the hands of a night - shift nurse. she lost days, sleep induced by medication to make the initial healing from multiple surgeries and trauma more manageable — both legs were broken, carefully pinned back together, orbital bones fractured. with a fragile body casted and bruised, she looked like something out of a horror film, the poor survivor who was better off dead. a long road of recovery laid ahead, a minimum of six weeks completely casted and in the hospital, to then start rounds of physical therapy to regain her ability to walk again.
no one believed her claims. somehow, it was easier even then, hearing the truth straight from the source, to blame eddie munson as though he was some viscous, feral attacker of hers who left her for dead. talk of a monster was quickly dismissed as corruption, he got his satanic beliefs into her mind, brainwashed her! chrissy was kept in the dark for the remaining duration of the gang’s fight against the end of the world, but she knew well enough that it wasn’t an earthquake that shook hawkins that night the forth gate was opened.
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