And even murder... y/n x Eddie Munson

Doll eyes.

"Not to be a wimp but can I maybe sit in the car for this visit 'cause this is gonna totally and royally suck." Robin didn't stop for a breath when talking. "I just can't stand to see those doll eyes of Eddie's break again I really really can't."

I noticed that Robin seemed to be genuinely distressed by Eddie's upset. It was sweet considering the short amount of time she had known him. Robin was a thoughtful girl and although she was always teasing and pushing peoples buttons she really didn't want to hurt anyone's feelings.

Steve cut in disturbing my thoughts " At least he can drink himself into feeling better" I turned around at the comment to see him holding the six pack of beers in one hand and a bag of chips in the other.

Without missing a beat max who was to my right said "That's what my mom does" it was so quick I almost laughed but decided to keep it in.

"Why don't we give it a trial run?" Robin was now acting out how the conversation would go between us and Eddie. She always expected the worst of things.

"We are one step closer to finding Vecna" Nancy put a stop to the doom and gloom of Robin "that's what we say"

"See Robin a positive spin can make all the difference" Steve spoke through a mouth full of food.

"oh shit." As the car pulled up to Reefer Rick's house the twirling lights of police cars could be seen gathered around. My heart started pounding, Eddie must have been discovered. We were too late. Robin had been right. Eddie was doubley trippley screwed.

Reporters and civilians had gathered in a crowd obscuring the view from the car. We all lept from the car. Nancy led the group to an opening where we could hear the officers conducting an interview with the press. Another body. A body had been found had been found near lovers lake. A body that was not Eddie. I let out the breath I had been tightly holding in my chest. As sad as it was I was relieved it wasn't Eddie. I had only just gotten him back, I figured I had lost enough in recent years that fate should let me keep him. 

"Eddie Munson" my eyes widened at the sound of his name. The police were outing him. Outing him for a crime he did not and would not commit. I felt nauseous. I took a few steps back from the group. I needed air. I needed to be alone. I needed Eddie. 

I stood at the car, my hands on the hood catching the breath that had been squeezed from my lungs at the mention of his name. I was oblivious to Dustin's radio that had sprung to life with the sound of Eddie's voice. Everyone piled in the car around me, Dustin ushered me in.