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First Sighting; December 2022 (Day Unknown)

Snow fell down from the sky, flakes sticking together to create inches of snow on the ground. The sun was out, but not hot enough to melt the ice and cold air away. Everything wasn't safe from the white annoying stuff. Everything that was once brown, green, and full of life was now dull, covered in snow, and scrawny. As if each snowflake was sucking the life out of the area, but yet creating a dreamlike state. Creating beauty that only came around for only one season of the year. Some even count down the weeks for said time of year. So much joy was held in those months, Christmas with their families and a new year to create hope for the outcome of the coming year. Steve Harrington was not one of them, Eddie would dully think as he laid bundled up in his room. A mug of hot cocoa set off on his dresser, where Wayne had just set it. Completely unaware of what was currently outside in the woods that surrounded their trailer.

Normally, Eddie would have his curtains covering the light from the outside world but nothing was better than the natural light in the winter. Moving a little on his bed he holds a paintbrush in his right hand, close to the window so that he could see every detail of the figure. His hair was pulled up in a bun, a few curls falling loosely against the nape of his neck. The sleeves of his black sabbath sweater were rolled up to his elbows, just in case he got a bit messy. Though he didn't seem to care about the bed that he was currently crouched on. Already covered with numerous stains, origins unknown to him. Poking his tongue out a little bit, he finishes up the last detail. Beaming a bit. Though looking down he realizes that he was nearly out of brown paint. Something that had been bought for him last Christmas. Hopefully, he would get more again this year, but he wasn't going to be too worked up if he didn't. It wasn't like he couldn't create his own.

He wasn't only running out of brown paint, there were other colors. Though most of them he could easily create on his own with food dye. Something relatively cheap to buy or steal. Though he had started to learn how to make paint from nature. From the red berries that he would venture the woods for, by himself though his Uncle told him numerous times not to. Afraid that he might get lost, something that was hard to do when snow covered the ground. His tracks leave proof of where he had been and hopefully where he would be. Stretching his body a bit carefully not to smudge the paint on the figure in his left hand, he raises his arms straight up into the air. Pulling his back up and letting a relieved sigh leave him when he feels and hears his body popping. The way he had been crouched over was probably not good for him, but that was a problem for future Eddie to worry about.

Squinting his eyes a little, he looks out the window for the first time within the last forty-five minutes he had been placed there for. Snow nearly burns his eyes out of his head as he makes a face and pulls back a bit quickly, not closing his eyes completely as he tries to let them adjust. Nearly giving up before he sees movement coming from a few trees that were just on the edge of the trailer park. Leaning forward, he feels his sweater pulling up from the back. Revealing a little skin that no one else was able to see. Setting his paintbrush down carefully on the small paper plate, he moves his hand and covers his eyes a little bit trying to see what was out there. Nothing came in this area but deer and a few rabbits. Other than that no wildlife dared venture to close.

Looking through the woods a little more, not catching anything he moves rolling his body over off the bed. Landing to his feet with a huff, feeling his legs nearly give out underneath him from staying in a position for so long. A prickling feeling moves through his feet up to his thighs as his limbs slowly start to boot up for function. He leans a little on the couch. taking a second before he moves, waddling a bit to his dresser. Picking the mug up carefully, feeling the heat blossoming through his hands as he takes a small sip. It was still hot, but it was still very much his Uncle Wayne's famous Hot Chocolate. One of the few things in this world that he was willing to sell his left nut for. Not even his Uncle was on that list, and he was the one that made it!