''Lynchian.' Adjective to describe something inspired by the noted American Filmmaker, David Lynch. And/or to describe something that is both incredibly macabre and incredibly mundane. Also, Riverdale's status quo, reaching new depths of perversion with the discovery of a videotape in which someone wearing a mask of me is bludgeoned to death by someone wearing a mask of my friend.'
Jughead had eventually shown the whole household the video he had received. Mila looked away as 'Betty' wacked Jughead again. "Hey, what are you guys watching?" They all turned to see Jellybean, Jughead quickly turning off the TV.
"Jellybean, you gotta get out of here." Jughead said quickly, "Sorry, this is NC-17 stuff."
"Fine. Whatever." Jellybean scoffed, moving back upstairs.
"Okay, so that was dropped off at the Sheriff's station, in a bin with all the other Voyeur tapes?" Betty frowned, staring at the image.
"Yeah, but all the other Voyeur tapes were just static shots of peoples houses at a distance." Jughead huffed. "This is clearly recreation of whatever someone things happened in the woods. And the big questions are-"
"Who's doing this." Mila sighed, staring at the TV.
"And what are we doing about it." Jughead sighed, looking between Mila and Betty.
"Me?" Betty frowned, "No, not me. I am not getting sucked into another mystery. You two can go right on ahead." Betty waved off.
"I could always use an extra set of eyes and ears, guys." Charles shrugged. Jughead looked over to Mila who took a deep breath.
"I'm gonna regret this."
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She was probably going to regret it. She sat in Charles' office with Jughead and his half-brother. "Well, the good news is, both drop-off boxes, this one at the sheriff's station and the one upstairs, are under surveillance 24/7." Charles told them.
"So maybe we can identify the person who dropped off this faux snuff film." Jughead said hopefully.
"Yeah, well, it's hours of footage." Charles sighed.
"Well, does this place have any popcorn?" Jughead shrugged.
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Mila and Jughead sat together, her legs swung across his lap as they watched the slightly fast-forwarded footage of the drop-off boxes. Mila frowned, tilting her head. "Stop." She said, sitting up, pressing the spacebar to pause it. Her and Jughead both realized who it was, Jughead sighing.
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me." He grumbled.
"What? Do you recognize someone?" Charles asked hopefully.
"Uh, maybe. But I think we're gonna have to check this lead out alone. Is that cool?" Jughead asked, looking up to Charles. Charles nodded, Jughead closing the laptop and heading out with Mila.
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Comatose|| Jughead Jones
FanfictionThe fourth book in the Jughead Jones Series. Jughead Jones and Mila James finally made it to Senior year, but neither of them was prepared for what'd happen.
