Cheryl Blossom glided down the stairs of her gothic mansion to visit the body of her twin brother, the dark halls illuminated by the candelabra shaking in her hand. She reached his casket, so bright that it was practically lighting the room. She took a deep breath, trembled, and lifted the lid, only to see nothing but crimson stains on the silk. Cheryl stood confused, but felt something behind her. A presence. One she couldn't describe. She slowly turned around, and saw none other than her brother. Except, it wasn't her brother. This boy was paler, dirtier. Bloodier. A shell of what her brother once was. Cheryl's gut reaction was to scream, and scream she did. Screamed so loud, in fact, that she woke herself up from her own dream.
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"I told you, Cheryl."
Cheryl turned, in a cold sweat, to face her cold-hearted mother, who was standing in the doorway when her mother continued talking.
"No more sleeping in Jason's bed."
"I-I was working on the eulogy. For Jay-Jay."
"Don't bother." A wave of confusion rushed through Cheryl's body. What did her mother mean, 'Don't bother'?
"You won't be speaking at his memorial. God knows what you'd say. Something to humiliate us?"
Anger and sadness added to the flood of confusion in Cheryl. She didn't even try to fight her mother when she ripped the unfinished paper from Cheryl's hands. She didn't really get much done on the eulogy, but in all honesty, she probably would have slandered the Blossom family in some way.
"No. No, this won't do."
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"So, this is how my dad had his murder board before everything went missing."
Kevin, Betty, Jughead, and Elliot were reassembling Sheriff Keller's vandalized murder board. When asked if he wanted to help, Elliot jumped at the chance to see just how much the police knew, or thought they knew, about his dad. Now, with Chris Carrington's face plastered in the center of the corkboard, everyone was avoiding the elephant in the room.
"Hey, Betty."
"Trev, hi!"
Trev Brown's interruption halted the awkward silence. He gave Elliot a dirty look, he still probably thought that Elliot cheated on his sister.
"Sorry to interrupt-"
"Oh, no- Uh, it's okay. We're just, uh, working on-"
"Our murder board," interjected Jughead blatantly.
"Well, I just wanted to make sure we're still on for tomorrow?"
"Absolutely, it's a date. I mean- I'll- I'll see you there."
Until this point, Kevin had been captivated by Trev, but Jughead's eyes continued to dart between Elliot and the murder board. But when Betty said the word 'date', his expression changed. From suspicion to surprise. So, when Trev left, Elliot was not surprised that Jughead was the first one to speak.
"Going on a date with Trev? Does Mama Cooper know about that?"
"Jug, I'm not on house arrest," Betty insisted. But when she realized Jughead wasn't budging, she relented.
"Fine, she's out of town on a Women in Journalism retreat. Anyway, it's not a date-date."
"You just called it a date. You literally said 'It's a date.'"
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