Steddie Gets Murryed - Tumblr Posts
Eddie awoke slowly feeling haisy and befuddled, but worm and strangely safe. He was lying on something comfortable but decidedly not a bed. He opened his eyes to see sunlight streaming through a window, a car window, bathing the interior in seapia tones. For a moment he wondered if he was dead and had some how scraped his way into heaven. But the the troubling pain in his sides reminded him he would never swing that, and he was in fact in the backseat of a very clean, very preppy car that was playing a slightly worn out tape of ‘all the stories we could tell’ by the everly brothers. Someone was singing along quietly and it was so soothing that Eddie was tempted to simply go back to sleep. Lucky for him what he didn’t have in bravery he made up for in survival instincts and waking up in the backseat of an unfamiliar car definitely required some questions answered.
“Where am I?” He asked in a scratchy voice. He singing stoped.
“Oh, sorry I didn’t wake you did I?”
“Steve?”
“Yeah, uh. We’re on our way out of town.”
“Why?” He asked.
“Well because you just had to play hero Munson. Your lucky Vecna died when he did those bats could have done some real damage.”
“Feels like they did plenty of damage.” Eddie muttered. “What about everyone else?”
“ everyone’s fine, your our biggest issue right now.”
“Gee thanks.” Steve chuckled in response.
“Seriously, everything is gonna be fine. Owens is working on clearing your name. The kids are fine and the Byers are back in town.”
“So” Eddie said sitting up and repressing a groan, “why the sudden road trip then?”
“Well we’re working on clearing your name, key word being working. It didn’t seem like a good idea to have you recovering from demobat bites in a town that’s witch hunting you.”
“Oh” Eddie responded dumbly “good idea.”
“Well thank robin and Dustin, he’s trying to get in contact with your uncle by the way so don’t worry about that.”
“Ok, so where are we headed to?”
“This conspiracy theoriest that’s been in on this stuff for a couple of years. Murry Buemen, he’s weird, and will probably aggressively phicoanilise us, but it’s a good place to hide out and recover