Eddie Munson one shots <3

Flicker

SONGS TO LISTEN TO:
She knows- J Cole
Angel by the wings- Sia
Talking to the moon- Bruno Mars
Someone you love- Lewis Capaldi
Love of my life- Queen
Little dark age- MGMT

*Two weeks after Eddie's death*

I was sitting on my bed. Empty headed. No thoughts come to me even if I tried to think. The only thing I might be able to think about is Eddie. But I've thought so much about him that my mind is exhausted. What I need is a distraction. Music, that's it. I get up with a sigh and walk to my record player. I flip through my collection of Kate Bush, Queen, Bon Jovi, AC/DC, Motley Crue, and then I get to the one that stings. Metallica. Metallica was Eddie's favourite. I haven't been able to listen to Metallica since that night.

"Might as well try.." I mumble to myself. Taking "Ride The Lightning" out of the sleeve. I delicately place it on the turntable. Then I pick up the needle and place it gently on the black disc. After a few seconds if soft scratching sounds, the intro of "Fight Fire with Fire" plays quietly. I just stand there for a moment, dissociating. The immediate memories wash over me like a wave of harsh water. However my dissociation is interrupted by my light. The gentle flicker was subtle but obtrusive enough to irritate me. I took the needle off the record, facing the fact that maybe the wound was a little too fresh to listen to Eddie's favourite band, and I laid on my bed. Staring at the ceiling once again.

Without realizing, I drifted off to sleep. Waking up from yet another dream about Eddie. This time (like every other), that dreamed was just a playback of the night he died. I wake with a cold sweat. My house is silent, I'm home alone. I get up once again to try and put on my record. Taking a deep breath. The needle hits the record once again, repeating the same guitar intro. I step away from the player. Then it happens again. The light flickers. I look around my room. It's my lamp. Right next to my bed. I walk over to it, observing the bulb. All looks well, then I check the outlet. That's when I decided to just unplug it. When I unplug it my eye becomes level with a photo in a frame. Of me and Eddie. I pick it up. Holding it in my hands. A tear falls onto the glass.

"I miss you" I whisper. I set the picture back down. But then, something weird happens. The lamp flickers again. This time it continues. It appears to be flashing in a pattern. I sit and stare. "What the hell." I mumble. I watch the pattern. Wondering why the time between flickers are so precisely spaced. Then it hits me. "sos..." I whisper.

*FLASHBACK: THE UPSIDE DOWN, YOU ARE TRYING TO COMMUNICATE WITH DUSTIN ERICA AND LUCAS AND MAX FROM THE OTHER SIDE*

"Does SOS count?" Eddie asks

I stand up with a jolt. What if? What if it's him? Trying to communicate. What if he's alive. What if Eddie never died? "Stay there." I say loudly.