TW⚠: MATURE TOPICS MENTIONED/SENSITIVE IMAGERY. Including, but not limited to, domestic abuse, mature language, themes of gore/violence, strong mentions of depression, strong themes of manipulation/gaslighting, descriptions of body dysmorphia, decapitations, and bodily harm. Reader discretion is advised.
You never meant to end up in the spotlight. A runaway with a battered bass and lyrics no one wanted to hear, you got swept into the world of Kabbage Boy-the band that chewed you up and caged you in its shallow fame.
Being the lead singer's partner initially felt like safety... until it didn't.
Then came the night of the "accident." Twisted metal, crashing lights, and a certain roadie trying to save a stage that was doomed to fall. When you opened your eyes again, you weren't in the world you once knew-
but a world of fire, steel, and blood.
A world where Ormagöden's chosen rise to fight. And somehow, you were one of them.
But even chosen heroes have strings that can break.
Author's Note: Yes, this is a Brütal Legend fanfiction. No, this cover is not official art; I designed it to look similar but not identical to the official Brütal Legend game cover. Now, was I originally going to upload this? Absolutely not. However, as I'm sure you all know, Ozzy Osbourne has passed away. I decided to make this fic as my official tribute to the Prince Of Darkness, as I regrettably wasn't able to complete the game before he passed, as he has a cameo in the game. Normally, I don't do this. But I feel this is a good time to make an exception. So, 'Second String' is dedicated to someone I'm sure we all hold dear to us, Ozzy Osbourne. My heart goes out to his family and friends, and I mean to write this story with the utmost respect and care for his image.
Also, this story does contain some canon divergence, particularly around the black sea of Tears arc. I revised a few plot points/events to better align with the story's direction.
A year ago, the world ripped itself apart, and took him with it. Since then, the cracks in the earth have only grown, splitting streets, poisoning the air, and leaving the last stragglers to rot in the ruins. She's not here to hide. She's not here to hope. She's here to fight. Because the bastard that started this is still out there, and she intends to end him. And when the sky turns black and the ground starts shaking again, she won't run. She'll aim for the heart and make damn sure that monster chokes on what's left of this town. Because some faces haunt you, even when you know you'll never see them again.
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PLEASE READ: This story was started in 2023. Everything is written, but the end is unedited, and I will not release the last stretch until it's all finished.
I know season 5 is coming up fast, this was written BEFORE Season 5, and I will NOT be changing the story to fit season 5. This story is my take on the end if Eddie (and you) was the main character.
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This story is meant for 18+ audiences only.
This is a female!reader insert book. This book does use "(Y/n)," but I tried to use it as sparingly as possible. Mentions of smoking, being able to fit hair in a scrunchy, and two mentions of a haircut.
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One instance of animal harm(chapter 1). A lot of blood. Heavy profanity. Character death. A lot of gun talk and use. Horror/Gore/Vomit imagery (intense at times). Mentions of drug use. Mature topics. Implications of poor mental health.
Spoilers for Season 4 of Stranger Things.
Non-canon endings for the series.
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This is an Eddie Munson fanfic. The year is 1987.