The Deal [Eddie Munson] 1

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I look around at the same red place that Max was in. She drew it almost perfectly, the floating clock and pieces of the house. I look around, gasping as I see Fred's body being tied up.

I cover my mouth, walking around and seeing Chrissy's body. I quickly look away, only to see Patrick's body. "Oh my God." I whisper, and suddenly I'm not there anymore, I'm looking at the Creel house when it was new.

I can see the same family from the picture, they're all standing there smiling. Those poor kids who died because of Vecna. It's such a sad story.

"What's I tell ya?" Victor says, and his wife leans into him, hugging him. "Wow." She says, and they walk into the house, looking around it in amazement. 

"This is amazing. It looks like a fairy tale. A dream." Their daughter says, running up to the stairs and smiling. "Alice no running." Her mother says, and she apologizes. "It's so big."

"This is nice." Victor says, smiling at his wife. Both of their smiles are so big, and I wish something could've been done to save this innocent family. "Yeah." His wife agrees.

I look to the left, seeing a white room, and to my right I can still see the Creel house. I'm confused, what's going on?

"I didn't fit in with the other children. Something was wrong with me. All the teachers and the doctors said I was... Broken, they said." A man says, and I look to see a blonde, taller man, dressed in all white. "My parents, thought a change of scenery, a fresh start in Hawkins, might just cure me. It was absurd. As if the world would be any different here."

This must be the son, Henry. I thought he got killed by Vecna, but somehow he survived? I look to my right to see the boy walking around the house, he seemed to always be alone, isolated from the others.

"But then, to my surprise, our new home provided a discovery. And a newfound sense of purpose. I found a nest of black widows living inside a vent. Most people fear spiders. They detest them. And yet, I found them endlessly fascinating. More than that, I found a great comfort in them. A kinship." He continues, and I watch as the young boy picks up the spiders, extremely fascinated with them.

"Like me, they are solitary creatures. And deeply misunderstood. They are gods of our world. The most important of all predators. They immobilize and feed on the weak, bringing balance and order to an unstable ecosystem." He says, placing the black widows in jars. He keeps them organized, near.

"But the human world was disrupting this harmony. You see, humans are a unique type of pest, multiplying and poisoning our world, all while enforcing a structure of their own. A deeply unnatural structure. Where others say order, I saw a straight jacket." The young boy walks around, looking at a grandfather clock, staring at it. He doesn't do anything, just looks.

"A cruel, oppressive world dictated by made-up rules. Seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades. Each life a faded, lesser copy of the one before. Wake up, eat, work, sleep, reproduce, and die!" The man yells, and everything he says only confuses me more. He's not looking at me, he's looking at someone else, but I can't see who it is. Is this the truth he wanted me to know?

"Everyone is just waiting. Waiting for it all to be over. All while performing in a silly, terrible play, day after day. I could not do that. I could not close off my mind and join in the madness. I could not pretend. And I realized, I didn't have to." I watch as the young boy moves the clock with his mind, and it starts to add up. This is Hawkins lab, and the young boy didn't die, he got sent to the lab.

"I could make my own rules. I could restore balance to a broken world. A predator, but for good." He continues as the young boy tortures a rabbit, breaking his bones and killing him. I gasp, watching him.