News had broken to him when he had seen not two, but one, enter the trailer from his window. He was well aware of what had caused it, but he didn’t want to believe it. His own son, Kurt had alerted him of what was going on while he was tending to a drunk and depressed Wayne. A phone call consisting of shaky breathes and unsure statements. ❛ Dad, dad… someone’s in the Munson trailer, there’s yelling and there’s some weird light… I think it’s Carver fucking with their home… dad you need to get here, now. ❜ That’s all he said before hanging up. Once he put the phone back onto the holder, he had Joan watch over Wayne, refusing to share with him what he had been told since he didn’t want to rattle his friend in a drunken state of mind. Robert’s seen him get out of hand, and when it came to his nephews he knew Wayne would let hell break loose to save them.
He caught the group of kids in the middle of god knows what, and in rambled tones they explained to him what was going on. Another world existed exactly like Hawkins, and it was the cause of all the hell that broke loose in the small town over the years. At first, Robert thought he was living in some sort of nightmare, a dream that carried on way too long than it had to, but he soon had to face reality when the Munson twins informed him of their plan, begging him to keep their uncle in the dark about it. They knew too that he’d involve himself, let his emotions get the best of him, and end up getting himself hurt. Robert had put his faith in the boys, believing them when they said that they would be fine, that they both would make it out alive with only battle scars to remember what had taken place.
He knew what he had to do, he had to take care of Wayne while these kids fought tooth and nail for this godforsaken town.
But as he watches as only one of the Munsons goes into what was left of their home, Robert knew that something had gone horribly wrong. Heart races, beads of sweat collect along his brow, Wayne. How was Wayne going to find out about this? He knew his friend wouldn’t be able to handle the news, drinking himself to death in order to cope, and if Robert refuses to serve him at what was left of The Alibi Wayne would stumble out of the bar, into his car, and find someplace that would let him destroy himself. Memories flood to his mind of what Wayne was like back in their youth, wild, untamed, and constantly destroying himself. Chips gained from maintaining his sobriety from harder coping methods of choice going down the drain. So, he’d let him drink if it kept him away from the rest.
A tear rolls down his cheek, while the Munsons weren’t blood, they were still family. The twins like his own nephews and Wayne an uncle to his kids. The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. His children, having grown up with them wouldn’t be able to handle the news well either. Kurt was more of the type to pick fights, either he’d win the fight pretending the face his fists met where whatever caused his anger, or throw the towel in it thinking that physical pain felt better than emotional pain. Sid was the type to lock himself away, indulging in things harmful to his health. And Joan? God knows what she would do when her emotions got the best of her. But it was Robert who couldn’t show weakness in front of anyone else, it was Robert who had to hide his heart, put on a brave face, and never let himself fall to his knees. He was the head of his family, he had to take care of everyone else before he could take care of himself.
How is Wayne going to react to hear that Robbie was the rotting pit of a prized peach?
“𝐃𝐔𝐃𝐄, 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐦𝐚𝐧.” Keys jingled in Robbie’s hand, a grin on his face as he pointed over his shoulder to the impala that was parked next to the Camaro at the Mayfield & Hargrove’s trailer. Robbie enjoyed going to Walmart with Robert—it was fun, and it sure helped him not think of all the bullshit weighing on his mind. “𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈? 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐭 𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐈’𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐥? 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐡? 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐚𝐡?”
Thankfully Robbie was around to save his ass with his last minute shopping. Little trips like this were something he looked forward to, either with all the boys or just one, even though to some other parents would find something like this stupid, Robert thought just running simple errands could bring the best of memories. ❝ This time around we gotta focus on what we need and only buy what we need. ❞
Robert’s left the store one too many times with useless things that he didn’t plan on picking up, such as kites that ended up getting set on fire ( it didn’t end well, Kurt’s jeans went up in flames since he spilled some lighter fluid on them, it wasn’t funny as it was happening but you best believe after they put him out they were all rolling around laughing ), or the time they got kicked out of the store for causing a scene with one of the church kid’s parents ( to this day Robert couldn’t stand that family, constantly talking about how great their son was, little did they know their precious boy tried sneaking into The Alibi with a botched fake I.D ). ❝ We just have to get fireworks, and maybe some beer, possibly some hotdogs too. ❞
𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍: A study in identity crisis, physical illness and limitations, trying to be your own person, drugs, homosexuality, experimentation, suppressed memories coming into focus, a sibling bond that will never die, and overcoming the 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐑 of becoming a 𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐁.
❝ I need to go to Walmart before they close. I let Joan take the car but god fuckin’ knows when she’s gonna be back. I forgot to pick up some fireworks the other day while I was there. I know nobody else in the park picked any up since I’m usually the one that does it every year. ❞
“Yeah, mistook me for the younger, huh? Totally get it. We’re literally the same. Two sides of the same braincell—It’s kinda poetic, if you think about it.”
OPEN STARTER.
❝ It ain't too hard to tell the two of ya apart, you're acting like you and Ed don't live right next door to me. ❞ While his boys weren't identical now, they were when they were younger, it only took him a couple days to figure out which one was which. ❝ The only thing that'd make it a challenge is if you two got the same tattoos. ❞
It's a slow day at The Alibi, the boy before him uttering things here and there, Robert not paying much mind until Mikey would ask for another drink, but his most recent comment grabbed his attention. ❝ Fuck father's day. ❞ He doesn't know what to say in response. Robert knows that the Hargrove's didn't have a good father figure, and they might see it as a bit too late for them to rekindle things with Neil. He's met the patriach of the family, he came in the bar already shit faced, then got kicked out after losing a game of pool.
While Robert may not be the best father, he tried his best, making sure that his kids were happy before himself. But it had to be his fault that their mother left, none of them held it against him, yet he can't help but feel like their life would've been better if he had made his wife happy. Or maybe it would've been worse. He sure as hell didn't know. ❝ You don't got anyone in your life who could take that role on? Even if he's not your dad there's gotta be somebody, right? ❞
“Wait, are you a father?”
“Any man can be a father. Blood doesn’t have to be involved.”
“Fuck father’s day.”
“It’s like Mother’s Day except for the non-existent parent.”
“I’m taking my Dad out today.”
“You’ve been like a father to me so, Happy Father’s Day.”
“Do the kids have planned anything for you?”
“Do you have anything planned for him?”
“A Father doesn’t tell you that he loves you, he shows you.”
“Well. This day would mean something to me if I had a Father.”
“I miss him.”
“I would have been cooking dinner for Dad today.”
“I don’t think he realizes what today is.”
“Father’s Day in my house was letting him have control of the TV all day.”
“You have…‘father’s day’ traditions?”
“I accidentally picked out a Birthday Card so I had to cross out the Grand from Granddad. Do you think he’ll notice?”