HI BABESS
GUESS WHOS BACK?! SHADYS BACK!! (my Eminem fan brain couldn't not write it.I'm sorry)
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I'm sorry to keep you all waiting :(
This chapter will be long,get some snacks!
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Steve Harrington has a hangover. It's bigger than normal.
He also has to be at work in—he rolls over in bed to check the clock, an easy feat considering the other side is empty—twenty minutes. Yeah, that's about right.
Steve's hungover a lot, these days. He hasn't really been keeping track, but the others have, particularly Robin, who's had to take over Steve's 2 PM puppet theater performances at Chuck E Cheese after the dark turn his shows have taken lately. She's especially irritated by that since the puppet theater had been his idea to begin with, one they'd integrated into their normal daily duties of serving inedible pizza and prying fighting kids off of each other. It had gotten Steve a five cent raise when he'd come up with it, bringing in tons of younger kids who were intimidated by the animatronics and arcade games (which he does not blame them at all for) and who wanted some more old-fashioned entertainment.
Of course, that had been when Eddie was still around, meaning that Steve's puppets (handmade by one of the local moms) have all become a little...outdated. There was the hero of the saga, a puppet with messy brown yarn for hair and a little leather jacket and little black boots and a little guitar. His name was Eddie the Brave. There were also similarly detailed puppets for El, Max, and Vecna, though the Vecna puppet is basically just a skull painted red. The others were just repurposed animal puppets that Steve designated different names depending on who else he needed for each show—the major players were a buck-toothed mouse puppet, a fluffy raccoon puppet, a colorful octopus puppet, and a threadbare seagull puppet. He switched out who they represent each show—sometimes the raccoon represented Will the Wise or Nancy the Clever or Vickie the Kind, etcetera. Robin always refused to let Steve puppet-ify her, but he usually ended up dragging her into his shows to help with voices behind the curtain anyway.
Now that she's the one running them, Steve hates to admit that there's been a real decline in the quality of the productions. Robin just doesn't care much about things like plot or continuity and mainly just uses the animal puppets to workshop her stand-up. It's a particularly low point when she spends the entire half-hour slot using the Mouse puppet to complain about the feasibility of Reaganomics, which ends in a confusing punchline that uses cheese as a metaphor for taxes (and almost gets her fired when a couple of yuppie parents complain).
Steve does have to admit that Robin's doing better than he had been before she'd taken over—he'd accidentally traumatized an incredibly-invested group of children by making Eddie the Brave get sucked into the "Puppet Dimension" (never to return again). It had been too hard to continue the story without Eddie, not when the act itself of imitating his voice and mannerisms for every show made Steve ache with the intensity of missing him, of missing his voice and hair and hands and all of the ridiculous things he'd say at any given opportunity. Steve's brain has filled them in ever since he left, supplying little Eddie-esque remarks and references at every given opportunity, but the trouble is that it's not Eddie, it's just Steve, and he can't come close to accurately picturing things like the complicated way Eddie would move his arms or the exact dweeby reference that he'd be able to pull out of his back pocket, somehow pre-memorized for any occasion. Steve still has the goddamn puppet, nestled in the box with the others with its even smaller Garfield puppet stuck to its shoulder.
