𝖝𝖝𝖝𝖎𝖎. the return to riverdale high

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( volume ii, chapter xxxii )

the return to riverdale high



     Y'know how there are some towns where bad things always seem to happen? Well, Riverdale has become one of those towns — the most recent horror?

     The school janitor turned out to be a serial killer.

     But, we were putting him away along with our Christmas decorations. Now, we were back to our typical small-town intrigues; clandestine meetings behind closed doors and the like. Yes, by and large, it was business as usual in Riverdale.



SOUTHSIDE HIGH

JANUARY 1ST, 2018

SOUTHSIDE RIVERDALE


''Wow, Jones, props to you. It's very Lovecraftian,'' Toni commented, flicking through Jughead's manuscript. ''Which I'm sure was the intention. But, I gotta ask you — did you write this on a typewriter?''

The boy began to stutter, his cheeks heating up. ''I—I, uh— yeah, I wanted to get into Lovecraft's head-space.''

''More like wanted to get Betty's head,'' Mia giggled, momentarily wiping the grimace off of her face. She knew the Serpents weren't the brightest, but it shocked her they couldn't come up with a better hang-out spot than the mossy and muddy front steps.

Toni glanced over at the blonde, before turning back to her brother laughing. ''So, it wasn't like Betty bought you a manual typewriter for Christmas, or anything weird like that?''

''No comment.''

Mia's remark on Toni's jealousy was drowned out by the racket caused by none other than Sweet Pea and Fangs. They kicked open the doors to the high school, cheering and shrieking like baboons navigating oncoming traffic.

''What's going on?'' Jughead inquired, already jumping to his feet with a look of alarm on his face.

''This Hellhole's officially closed — we're done. No more Southside High.''

''What? How?''

''They say it's a danger and it's gotta be quarantined. Who cares? We're all going to different schools!''

''Thank the heavens!'' Mia praised, doing the sign of the cross and staring up into the gunmetal skies.

Jughead frowned. ''This doesn't make sense. Where are you guys going?''

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