Reborn in Hawkins: Rolling for Survival

​I died. It wasn’t dramatic, it wasn't heroic, and it definitely didn't happen in a cool way. I just went to sleep in my modern apartment and woke up in a twelve-year-old’s body, wearing flannel pajamas that smell like failure, inside a house that looks like a museum for the 1980s. ​The year is 1982. The kid is Dustin Henderson. And the horror lurking in the shadows? It’s not just a TV show anymore. ​I’ve got the kid’s memories, his social life, and—unfortunately—his lisp. But I’ve also got a twenty-four-year-old’s cynical, gamer-rotted brain and the foreknowledge of every disaster coming to Hawkins. I know where the bodies are buried, which monsters are spawning, and exactly how the "developer" of this reality, Brenner, plans to burn it all down. ​Most people would panic. Most people would try to find a way home. ​Me? I’m just trying to survive until Monday without getting grounded or eaten by an interdimensional predator. I’ve got a walkie-talkie, a bag of Reese's Pieces, and a notebook full of "D&D campaign notes" that are actually a tactical survival guide. ​It’s time to stop playing the victim and start grinding for levels. Let’s see if I can speedrun this nightmare. p.s HI Auther here this fanfic is a slow burn slice of life with stranger things so the chapter's may feel slow but think like this as the reality we don't have timeskip from one scean to another but I promise you everything will be paid off. read and give me review even if it's bad I humble accept all.