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It’s your senior year at Hawkins High and, together with your best friend, you’ve hatched a grand plan to make it one you won’t forget.
To Do:
⁃ Get the attention of one resident metalhead
⁃ Seduce said metalhead by any means necessary
⁃ Check off every sexual fantasy you have with aforementioned metalhead before graduation
⁃ Graduate and get the hell out of HawkinsNote: There are spoilers for Volume 2 in the end notes of Chapter 7 and, as this story gets bigger I thought I’d leave a general disclaimer to please not repost or steal my work and claim it as your own. If you’d like to write something inspired by this story I have no problem with that, just please credit me. Thank you so much for reading!
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In this world nothing can be said to be certain except death and taxes.
When you’d run across that expression as a child, in one of the many books you plucked from the Vault library, it puzzled you. You knew what taxes were, of course. As a young girl and part of the future of Vault 33 you received a well-rounded education like every other member of your community and were familiar with the importance of taxation in pre-war society and the formation of what was once the United States of America.
You also knew death. You knew that, one day, when you reached your life’s end in the Vault, your civic duty having been fulfilled, you would be composted to ensure the nourishment of generations to come with your final contribution to the Vault’s wellbeing.
But, in spite of those “certainties” you never truly understood the expression until you encountered your own. And, in your world, nothing could be said to be certain except Norman MacLean.
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When you agreed to tutor Eddie Munson you didn’t know what to expect from the resident freak of Hawkins High. Whatever you’d imagined, it definitely wasn’t getting into the back of his van after school.
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Another Hawkins High student just turned up dead, a satanist-hungry mob is on the hunt for one Eddie Munson, you’re at home thinking about how the boy you once swore you’d enter Mordor with is now a suspect in a murder investigation, then you hear a tap at your window.
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Imagine if Eddie didn’t go to skull rock and he ended up at your house looking for somewhere to hide while he waits for the gang instead.

