Every town has one. The spooky house, that all the kids avoid. Ours was Thornhill, the Blossom family's mansion, with it's very own graveyard. And, trapped within it's walls like some gothic heroine, was Cheryl Blossom. Still grieving for her beloved brother Jason. Linked in death even as they were in life.
Cheryl walks down the main stairs in a red dress, a three-way candle in hand. She eventually walks to her midnight destination, Jason's grave, his death still haunting her for as long as the killer remains at large.
She takes a step forward and softly opens the casket, Jason's body however is still bleeding, his bullet wound fresh as if she's just now discovered her body. Then he reaches out and grabs her wrist roughly!
"He's coming for you, Cheryl....." Jason then speaks to Cheryl, scaring her even more He pushes himself forward, causing the casket to lean and fall right off with a painfully loud thud. "He wants to be inside you, Cheryl! YOU'RE GONNA DIE ALONE!"
Then, out of thin air, Ghostface appears behind her and stabs in her in the spine! She squeals in pain as the killer turns her around and starts carving into her stomach and digestive system without any mercy.
"Oh, Cheryl~" Ghostface whispers seductively whilst looking at the redhead's poor figure. He then raises his knife....
"I think I see something else red!"
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Cheryl mentally screams herself awake, taking a massive gasp as she shoots up. She takes big, rapid breaths, calming herself down before noticing the door slowly opening, Penelope leaning on it.
"I told you Cheryl, no more sleeping in Jason's bed." Cheryl's mom reminds her, as if criticizing her behavior. She looks around and sees that she must've passed out while writing.
"I....I was working on the eulogy for Jay-Jay." Cheryl explains, gesturing the papers surrounding her on the bed.
"Don't bother. You won't be speaking at his memorial." Penelope tells her, walking up and taking a sip of her drink. Cheryl looks down. "God knows what you'd say. Something to humiliate us?"
She takes a piece of paper and squeezes it in her palm. The paper ball rolls on the floor.
"No."
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Riverdale High: Blue and Gold
"This is how my dad had his Jason Blossom murder board before it was trashed." Kevin displays it Infront of the trio all by memory, which is impressive.
"Any leads on who did that? Or what they were looking for?" Jughead asks, wondering if this was the killer's doing or a third party.
"Nope. No fingerprints." Kevin shakes his head, somewhat bitter about the fact. "But they stole a bunch of files, background checks, and all the video and audiotapes of police interviews."
"Guess he should probably get some modern technology..." Y/N remarks, and every turns to see him looking at his phone.
"Hey, quick reminder that we're talking about the case." Jughead acidly criticizes him, lightly tapping to get him back on track.
"You guys telling me you aren't interested in who the heck made this poll?" Y/N gestures to his phone, which has already gotten a couple votes, despite only appearing since last night.
Another Disgusting Adult: 4
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A Slutty Cheerleader: 2
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Riverdale: A Ghost Town (Male Reader Insert)
FanfictionWhat if Jason and Cheryl never had time to ride on the boat? What if the Blossom family had a different problem on their hands? What if things weren't as supernatural as they were? What if someone else killed Jason that day, planning to add many mor...
