Falice oneshots At Midnight

Phone Call (2x21)

FP decided to take one final look around the town. He knew his son loved to find his own solutions, which scared the living hell out of him. Jughead, his blood only ran to find mysteries and their problems. He knew he should listen to his son. His son was right. There're were a lot more of them than Serpents.

Maybe it was pride that got the best of him. He wanted to prove that he could handle them on his own.

He got onto his bike once he realized a place his son might be at. His heart knew it was the right place to be.

He was about to knock on the door when he saw a squad car park across Elm Street with flashing colored hazes through his peripheral vision as day - although it was night-time.

His panic only grew when he saw the officers make their way to Alice's door. Had something happened while he was gone? No, FP wasn't going to think like that. Alice isn't his. She made that very clear that night of the musical.

Which turned into a deadly ending for Midge Klump. That day was only days ago since that horrid sight came to his attention. He wasn't there for handed sight, but he did pick up his son that night. He had gotten a glimpse inside and it only churned his insides.

Alice had been on that stage, been the one to scream when she realized it wasn't a part of the musical number. As much as it hurt to see a child die like that - only made FP thankful that his son didn't get caught in the middle.

He knew how it sounded. He never would wish anything like that on anyone let alone a parent. He fought hard to make sure Clifford wouldn't harm his son like did to his own.

Clifford Blossom payed an visit that evening he was arrested. He still kept re-playing it in his mind as a reminder his son was alive for that awful sin he had to be coerced to take the deal and that godawful filthy money. He wanted no part of - only to protect his son.

And he would do it again. Even if that image made him look like a murderer - an child murderer to be correct.

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He remembered coming back to his trailer and then Tom Keller asked or more like demanded to see his trailer. They told him there was a search warrant in place.

FP knew what happened. He had been tipped off, but only question was - was who? Who had tipped off the police?

He had one answer.

Who ever killed Jason didn't want to be found.

He sat in the interrogation room, his wrist handcuffed by the metal cufflinks. His throat tickled by the fear secretly edging closer to his heart. He knew he could do time. He had moved the body and destroyed the evidence. He also had disposed Jason's body to cover his own tracks, not because he was guilty.

"Well, well, There is the sitting duck I've heard so much about." A voice he knew well, far too well came from the doorway.

FP's back straightedges against the hard metallic fold-able chair as Clifford came strolling in holding a particular item in his hand. He showed a killer kind smile.

"What do you want, Blossom?" FP gravels lowly, almost as a threat had been served on a dish.

Clifford started rubbing his hands together." Just a peace offering."

FP chuckled darkly, bitting back a comment about his opening. He knew this wasn't a peace offering. It had been a way to shut him up.

"Yeah, right, Blossom." He leaned his elbows on the table folded.