To The End || EDDIE MUNSON x READER||

Vecnas Curse

"Her body like... lifted into the air. And she just hung there," Eddie whispered. His voice cracked on the last word.

The boathouse was dead silent except for the creak of the boards and the soft lap of water against the dock. Steve, Robin, Dustin, and Max stared at us — four flashlights trained like spotlights, cutting through the darkness.

"And her bones," I started, my throat tight. I didn't want him to have to say it. "They started to snap."
The words came out hollow. Like saying them made it more real.

"Her eyes, man," Eddie said, his own wide and glassy. "It was like—like there was something inside her head, pulling. I didn't know what to do, so I..." He looked down, shaking his head. "I ran away."

I swallowed hard. "We just left her there."
The words hung heavy in the air, and no one said anything for a long moment.

Finally, Eddie laughed — the kind of laugh that isn't really a laugh at all. "You think we're crazy."

"No, we don't," Dustin said quickly.

Eddie snapped, "Don't bullshit me, man! I know how this sounds!"

"We're not bullshitting you," Steve said, his voice softer now. "We believe you."

I stood, restless energy burning through me. "Do you guys think...?"

"It sounds like it," Steve muttered darkly.

Dustin cut him off. "You know how people say Hawkins is cursed?"
Eddie nodded slowly.
"Well," Dustin said, his voice dropping, "they're not that far off."

Eddie blinked. "Like ghosts n' shit?"

"There are worse things than ghosts," Max said quietly.

That shut everyone up.

Eddie rubbed a hand over his face. "I tried to wake her up at the end, but she couldn't move. It was like she was in a trance."

"Or under a spell," Dustin said.

"A curse," I whispered.

Dustin looked at me, his expression suddenly sharp. "Vecna's curse."

Steve frowned. "What the hell's a Vecna?"

"An undead creature of great power," Dustin said automatically.

"A spellcaster," Eddie added, his tone distant — like he'd just realized he wasn't describing a game anymore. "A dark wizard."

No one spoke after that. We just sat in the quiet, the truth settling over us like dust.

Later, after the others left to find answers, the air in the boathouse felt thick and stale. I sat cross-legged on the floor while Eddie lay half inside the old rowboat, flipping his guitar pick between his fingers.

"We're never gonna get believed for this," I muttered, pacing. "We're going to jail."

"Yup," Eddie said flatly, staring at the ceiling.

I stopped and glared at him. "That's it? Yup?"

He shrugged. "What do you want me to say, sweetheart? They found a dead girl in my trailer."

"We can make something up," I said, thinking fast. "Like... an alibi! My grandma — she has dementia. We can say we were visiting her."

He looked up at me and grinned faintly. "That's... actually pretty good. They can't exactly question her memory."

I nodded, feeling a flicker of hope. "Exactly."

There was a moment of silence before my stomach growled. Loudly.
Eddie smirked. "Guess that's our cue."