STRANGER THINGS HOPEFULLY FUTURE SPOILERS
Hereās my hopes/thoughts on season FIVE, where in the end of season 4 Eddie made a Jon Snow (and thatās why the others arenāt so devastated)
Since he grew up with his uncle, he doesnāt remember much from his childhood. Other than the kids bullied him with his buzz cut hair and the weird 010 tattoo on his wrist, he began growing out his hair and always wore a watch from then on out.
Come High School, his drug use makes his brain muddled and his ācurseā dampen. It freaked him out to begin with, made him think he was loosing his mind. His cassette tapes beginning to float on its own. Perhaps a demon really had possessed him, or at least latched on to him to scare the living piss out of him.
It of course wasnāt all bad. Playing D&D he could make the dice turn the way he wanted. Creating a way more tense and exciting game for the others. Their fright and courage and then in the end an almost lost game turned to victory. It was glorious to see them cheer. That was what he loved the most.
Now, even if he lay dying as Henderson hobbles away to get to safety (good, hurry and get out of here before the monsters regain consciousness). The kid - closest thing to a brother heād ever had - thinks heās dead. His eyes are closed and his body so very tired, but in the end, he doesnāt regret a single thingā¦ well, perhaps having the courage to ask Chrissy for a kiss, but other than that, heās golden.
His chest hurt where they took bites out of him. Perhaps he shouldnāt have stayed clean for this mission to Mordor. Mordor sucksā¦ and hurts. Perhaps with a few pills it would have hurt less. The demonās back too, the magic all over him. A faint collection of childhood memories that couldnāt have been his begins to bubble up inside his mind. Kids all dressed in weird hospital clothes.
What is this? He tries to make the magic help him, tries to tap into it like the doctor tells him. āUse your powers, number 10. USE THEM!ā He clinches his eyes tighter and tries to concentrate on these āpowersā instead of the pain. Something flows inside of him freely now, he feels how itās knitting his skin together. His screams fill the red haze, his body reconstruction itself and he feels everything.
He still expects to die. There must still be monsters out there, but as he lays on the dirty asphalt, panting with exhaustion, the ground growls and trembles beneath him. Pillars of red bursts up from his uncles trailer and out far away, the skies burning red, frightening him to the coreā¦ and yet, he knows he needs to warn the others. Know he needs to get out of Mordor before the beasts come crawling.
On wobbly legs, he slowly drags his body over to the giant void now created. He hopes he can simply lets him self fall in, letting him return to the right side of the streetsā¦ The side where he is hunted for being a murdererā¦ looking around, he hobbles back to his weapon and shield and begins the journey through Mordor.
Hunger and thirst has set in but there is nothing here he would dare try to eat. Surprisingly he didnāt encounter a single monster over his days of walking. Something or someone must have stopped it. Perhaps the girl they kids talked about. He allows himself a relieved smile. Good to know they all are safe now. Glancing at the giant ominous scar across the lands he shutters. Perhaps not that safe.
When he arrives at the old farmhouse fields, he is pretty sure he isnāt going to get captured by angry townies or the government as most wanted or something. He slips into the scar of red, birthed anew on the other side. Greeted with his fellowship conking running down the hill with a war cry, brandishing with wooden sticks and closed fists as weapons. A few short steps away they still the screaming, tossed the made up on the spot weapons and rushes to his side. A chuckle bubbles up from his dry throat. They probably thought he was one of the monsters but boy was he glad itās was them who greeted him.
He smiles so much his cheeks hurt, looking up at their happy faces. āAnyone got a beer?ā
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