Patrick on the other hand, had flashbacks himself while sitting in the car.
He heard high pitched ringing and held his ear.
"Patrick your nose."
"Huh?"
"Your nose is bleeding, dude."
The ringing stopped, and Patrick wiped the blood off his nose.
"God, gross."
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Jason asked, pulling into a house and looking into a garage that had rock music playing.
Gareth played the drums, the others played the guitar.
Gareths smile disappeared. He went up to Jason and his gang.
"You're a little early fellas. Shows not till next week."
(Ok off topic but his voice and just him is so 😳)
"Oh, that was music you were playing?"
"We're looking for Eddie Munson." Jason said to him.
"He's in this band, if that's what you call this."
"What do you care?"
"That's our business."
"Lucas?" Gareth asked when he noticed him standing among them.
"What are you doing with these douchebags?" He asked.
"You know these freaks, Sinclair?" Jason asked, turning and looking at him now.
"Uh, they know my sister. They tried to refresh it me to their...club, cult."
"Lucas what the hell?"
"We're just trying to find Eddie, man." Lucas said.
"Well, you have eyes, don't you? He's not here."
Jason punched Gareth, knocking him onto the ground.
"Hey man!" Gareth quickly got up, and Jason just grabbed him by his shoulders again.
"Where is he?" Jason asked, shaking him.
"I don't know!"
"Where is he?!"
"I don't know!"
Gareth got spun around, and knocked into the drums, ultimately falling down on the floor as the cymbals and drums crashed along with him.
Jason put his foot on Gareths hand, crushing it and almost breaking it.
"Dustin Henderson!"
"What?"
"Dustin Henderson! Man, he was...he was calling around looking for Eddie. Maybe he found him! Maybe he found him!"
"See? That wasn't so hard, was it? Now... where do we find this Dustin?"
Lucas shook his head.
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"Eddies uncle, Wayne, thinks that Victor Creel escaped from Pennhurst Asylum and that he's the one running around commuting these murders?"
"Pretty much." Nancy confirmed.
"But Victor committed the eyeball murders, like, way back in the 50s."
"Well, 59."
"So that means these murders predate eleven in the upside down by about 30 years?"
"Which makes spooky Victor like 70 years old."
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The freaks- Eddie Munson
FanfictionA troubled 20 year old meets another troubled 19 year old. They both seem to be friends with a lot of children as well. They also seem to both love metal. Eddie Munson x Oc
