Today was a really bad day to learn monsters were real.
Not that there's really a good day Eddie supposes, in the middle of running for his life, but he does sort of wish things had taken place prior to him having been accused of murder.
Raises the gun he's stolen from Rick's house as he and the younger members of Hellfire flee for their lives, taking aim at the third (fourth!?) enormous pale humanoid-plant-thing that's barreling towards them.
It's got a dog collar on.
Eddie chooses to pretend he didn't see it.
"Not that one!" Henderson shrieks, as the new horror launches itself at the monster behind Eddie, both going down hard with a series of shrill clicks and whistles. "That ones ours!"
Which--what??
"What!?" Eddie shrieks, and knows his face is doing something crazy.
"That's Dart!" Lucas confirms, way less out of breath than anyone else, because of course he is. Fucking bastetball. "It's a long story, but Dustin kind of adopted it when it was small."
"And where Dart is--" Henderson cuts himself off with a whoop and a loud scream of "Steve!" as the motherfucking former king of Hawkins strolls behind Dustin's pet horror, holding a bat with blood soaked nails hammered in it.
He's got a retractable leash in his hands.
Eddie has the worst feeling it goes to the fucking monster's collar.
(Why the hell would Harrington have Dustin's pet monster!??)
"Dart kinda only listens to him and Nancy," Mike answers through shaky breaths, which promptly clues Eddie into the fact he accidentally said that out loud. "And since we don't have a spot for it in the house it lives with Steve."
"Dammit Dart, would you stop toying with them!" Steve himself yells, before making a furious sort of gesture at Henderson as he fucking strolls on past. "And you! You're in deep shit!"
"Yeah I always am." Dustin grumbles back in that signature fucking tone of his and Eddie really, truly, wants to lose his shit, except Harrington is shaking the bat out and holy shit, he's going to play back up hitter for the fucking monster in the world's tightest fucking jeans.
This is hell. Eddie has died, and entered fucking hell.
"This is the worst fucking day of my life." He announces, as Dart slams another monster down in front of Steve, and Steve in turn slams the bat down on it's head.
It shouldn't be hot.
(It's super hot.)
"Worst day of your life, so far." Dustin says, which is the moment that Eddie decides he could in fact, bring himself to hit a child.
"Yeah just wait, it gets worse." Mike adds.
'Two children.' Eddie thinks in return, trying not to gape as Steve works in perfect unison with his abomination. He could hit two children and then himself, because fuck if he ever needed to know Steve was some sort of demonic-creature pet tamer!
'You're kind of a demonic creature. Think he could tame you?' His very unhelpful inner voice prompts and no, the children are definitely wrong--
This is 100% the worst day of Eddie's life.
