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        In spite of all the menace to which that small town had succumbed, and all the darkness that came with it, there was something otherworldly about watching the sun rise over Riverwood. That luminous sphere that shone on their town from hundreds of thousands of miles away brought, not only light to Riverwood but also hope. Hope that, in the day that would follow, things would be better... brighter. Sometimes, even Jughead (lifetime winner of the gloomiest-person-on-earth award) found himself clinging to that tiny shred of hope that peered through his window every morning. That morning, specifically, it peered through the window of Archie's bedroom –– which was where Jughead, as of late, had made a home for himself ––, the light causing him to wake up from a deep, dreamless slumber. 

        He rose from the mattress to check on the alarm clock, resting on the bedside table. It was early. And a cool Saturday morning. Which meant he could sleep in all he wanted. But he didn't want to sleep. There was much to be done, as there always was. His novel wasn't going to write itself and the three murder cases definitely weren't going to solve themselves. He slipped into some clothes, put on his beanie, and quietly left the Andrews home, with a bag (containing his laptop, a notebook and his camera) hanging from his right shoulder. He walked alone, silent, under the light of hope, expecting that his little trip would be clarifying...  

        His destination? The police station. There, existed a board, with all the police intel on the murders. The room containing the board was right beside sheriff Keller's office, which was a place Jughead had previously visited a couple times (much against his will). Few visits that were enough for him to catch a glimpse on the sheriff's schedule and of the lock on the window, which he had meticulously broken, so that it would allow him to walk in and out of the station unnoticed. The chirping crickets in the distance were the only soundtrack to his actions, as he opened the window and tried to slip into the office very silently. While at it, he heard a familiar voice say his name. He immediately froze. His heart rate increased fast as a river's current during a storm, Kevin. He looked up as soon as his brain made the connection. What was he doing there?! And then he recalled. That was the third Saturday of the month. The one sheriff Keller was on duty every other month, according to his schedule. Luckily, the sheriff was not in the room, it was just the two of them. Still, Jughead knew he was in a very tight spot. "Hey... Kev."

Jughead: I worked on your construction project today.

Fred Andrews: Yes, I saw. Nice work.

Jughead: Alright, cool. Thanks, dad.

Archie: Oh my God.

Jughead: What? Why is everyone staring at me?

Betty: You just called Fred Andrews "dad". You said, "thanks, dad."

Jughead: What? No, I didn't. I said, "thanks, man."

Fred Andrews: Do you see me as a father figure, Jughead?

Jughead: No, I see you as a bother figure! Because you're always bothering me!

Archie: Hey, show your father some respect!

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    for jughead, he knew that hugs were hard. it was him stripping down to his most vulnerable and opening up to someone. after everything they had been through it was something archie didn’t expect. that didn’t mean he didn’t like it. it was still a nice surprise. it broke his heart to hear that he had been showering at school, to hear that he really was struggling and had no one to turn to. “audrey is sweet. she won’t say anything.” at least he hoped. obviously the girl had no idea what was going on in his best friend’s life, but he really hoped she’d be quiet about it. she probably didn’t think anything of it despite jughead’s own thoughts. “your dad’s new friends? is he seeing someone new?? it’s your home regardless, jug. you shouldn’t feel that way.” archie mumbled in response, obviously confused about that part of it all. he hadn’t seen fp in the longest time—-if he wasn’t around jughead (which he usually was because the two were inseparable as kids), he would be working for fred. he was always surrounded with the jones’ clan. he had distinct memories of sitting on fred and fp’s knees as a kid whilst they were working in the big machines, walking around with hardhats on, kicking up the dirt and then playing in it if he was given permission. though that all stopped and fp jones stopped coming to work. archie didn’t know what happened, he still didn’t really know but he could only expect the worst of it all. maybe they got into a rough fight like their children did? it was something archie never questioned and overstepped regarding because it was technically none of his business. archie wouldn’t admit that he didn’t want to hear of jughead’s struggles, mostly because he’d be living in the andrews’ home now. but he knew jughead may have needed to get it out. he was the only one reaching for him whilst he was drowning at this point. “i’m excited for this though. play some playstation.. i’ll kick your ass at it.” he grinned widely, glancing around at the well-lit street. it still scared him knowing that someone was around basically murdering people, so he was glad he at least felt safe in his own street. “hanging out with betty will be easy too.. this will be a good thing. promise.”

        D I S A S T E R. Defined by the Oxford English Dictionary as "an event that has unfortunate consequences". To the Jones', just another suburban, middle-class nuclear family, the events, or rather, series of events led up to an ultimate consequence. The collapse of their household. A sequence of disasters with one terrible aftermath. 

        Take the death of a much-loved daughter and sister, two job losses (one from a husband and one from a wife), a bankruptcy and a divorce, add them together and mix them for about four years. And there you have it, the world renowned Jones' recipe for a perfectly dismantled household. "It's not my home, Archie. That's the problem. We lost the house." The house that Archie remembered, the one they would play at when they were kids, with the treehouse in the backyard and the huge lawn. How they lost it was a lengthy story that had to do with both FP Jones and Fred Andrews, their parents, who were also close, long ago. But, as of late, their relationship had strained to a point, where calling them friends, would be a far stretch. Moving into that story now felt somewhat inappropriate, given that Archie and Jughead had just started to rekindle their brotherhood. "And now he's living in the trailer park, which is also the Serpents' nest, to whom he is the current chief."

        Archie's optimism brought Jughead some solace. The mention of video games, of Betty, of them, sharing friendly moments together, those were things that he looked forward to. Even with the world –– his family, his town, his safety... ––– crumbling to pieces all around him, he still found some sort of hope in the redhead's optimism. That was another trait that they had opposite of each other, yet, they worked in a somewhat complimentary manner. "Yeah, it'll be good..." He needed that. Some peace of mind, amid all the dark mass of chaos that had recently swallowed their town. "Though, if I were you I'd worry about my own ass. Because I'm pretty sure I'm still better than you at Call of Duty." They made a turn on a corner and their silhouettes were suddenly illuminated by the never-ceasing neon lights of Pop's diner, "There it is," He lifted up the door to his storage unit, revealing a mattress, a bag and two cardboard boxes, where he kept his belongings. "Once you get over the cold and the constant presence of bugs and eventual mice, it gets really comfortable."

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Despite being born and raised in the city that never sleeps, where drugs and guns and crime were as common as flowers in the spring, Veronica still couldn’t fathom or really wrap her head around her parents being involved in those kind of affairs. Hiram was above all, a business man. And her mother was if anything, a loyal supporter of Hiram and Lodge industries. That was the crux of her duties as a wife, mother, and partner. No matter what the world thought or said about them, Veronica still liked to believe she knew her father better than anyone. He once fired an assistant for smoking weed off duty. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t anywhere near Lodge industries. It wasn’t the brand he wanted to sell. But then maybe, he just didn’t want the cops sniffing around. Sticking their noses in places it didn’t belong. Because he had other secrets to hide. Veronica only knew that because in spite of being a beautiful, and vivacious socialite, with an extravagant and busy social life, she’s heard the quiet whispers. The hushed conversations behind closed doors. Even when they thought she wasn’t listening or was clueless about everything going on, the fact of the matter was, she knew. Or at least had some semblance of an idea. She just never said anything and instead used it to her advantage, to get whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted. That was the old Veronica. The one who wasn’t well accepted by the people of Riverwood. Alas, maybe that was a good thing. It forced her to adapt, to shed the skin of someone she felt she had to be. Now, she could just be herself. Still semi-rich, but genuinely sweet and caring Veronica. Whose parents may or may not be involved in some kind of biker-gang drug empire. Who really knew these days? But then, that’s why she was here, talking to Jughead. Veronica didn’t want to wonder anymore. She wanted the truth. She thought she knew where to start but maybe she didn’t at all. It was a good thing however, that Jughead knew what questions to ask. Or really where to look.

“Not that I know of.” Veronica tried to replay the past week in her head. More specifically any memories involving her mother. And the more she sought through the images, the closer she got to singling out one specific memory. A few days ago, Veronica was having another nightmare about the day the feds came and depleted them of their fortune. It was humiliating watching them seize all of their belongings, including the clothes off their backs. Anyway, – when she got up to fetch something to drink, orange juice to calm her nerves, Veronica stopped outside of her mother’s bedroom and watched her stuff a brown paper bag into the drawer of her vanity station before shutting and locking it behind her. Veronica meant to check it out but until now, must’ve forgotten about it or thought maybe she dreamed it. What if there was something in there linking her service to the Serpents? “Actually, there may be something back at the apartment. We could check it out? Whatever it is could be a lead. The only question is, .. how good are you at creating a distraction? We’ll need one. Hermione isn’t as gullible as she looks.”

        "I don't think it's trafficking, Ronnie. It's some sort of service. Something that requires so much secrecy that their leader had to receive the payment personally..." It was clear that that was the only reason for FP's and Hermione's secret rendezvous. "Also, can't be a high school reunion, there's too little balloons for a welcome-back party." What was that saying, "a little sarcasm has never killed anybody"?... For non-Riverwood natives, the Southside Serpents would, at first glance, seem as any other small-town biker gang;  a group of idle men that brought nothing financial loss and destruction into whatever locale they set foot. But that was the thing with that small town. NOTHING was as it seemed. Not even a biker gang, that was treacherous by definition. That one biker gang, the most influential in the tristate area, was well known not only for perfectly fitting the stereotype but also, for its vast catalogue of services. Narcotics and arms dealing were just the tip of the iceberg, or rather, two pillars among the many that sustained the Serpents' reptilian empire, which was currently being reigned over by Jughead's very father, FP Jones.

        Yet another moral dilemma arose. His secret operation with Veronica would sooner than later lead them into uncovering all the dirty secrets involving, not only Lodge Industries but also the Southside Serpents, which meant that they would actively be going after information that could send FP Jones behind bars in no time. His very father would be endangered by the results of this investigation and it was up to Jughead to decide whether or not that investigation was worth the risk. 

        His father was distant, irresponsible, negligent... But he was still the man who brought him to life. And deep down, Jughead wanted to protect him. Do, for him, something that he had never done for his son. Perhaps they really were that different... 

        But then again, turning a blind eye to the whole ordeal of the Serpents' businesses with the Lodges was ultimately against his principles. His eagerness for the truth. Everything that he believed in. 

        And so, grasping at the straws, Jughead came to a solution –– one not so brilliant, yet perhaps good enough –– warning his father, he figured that that could, hopefully, save FP's day and also allow him and Ronnie to proceed with their investigations. It would be done as soon as possible, so much that even the following day was a worst-case scenario. But at that moment, he jumped at the opportunity of a few immediate answers, "You'd be surprised at how good I am at distracting people." Truly, he was. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to, quite literally, live in the streets for the past months without anyone noticing. 

        He found himself jumping out of the booth in which he sat and turning to good 'ole Pop Tate (another of the town's oldest, most valuable relics, yet this one, very human and one that no machines could ever demolish), "Make her onion rings to go. And also, please," He added, ironically, remembering the times he had been asked by Pop himself to say the magical word, "I want a burger with some big fries and extra cheese." Which he would eat on their way to the Pembroke. "Can't investigate on an empty stomach, you know?" 

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