[ this is crazy. sheer and utter madness. not like the madness of the house party that was thrown, on his birthday, at archie's house. not like the madness that is cheryl blossom. not even the madness that took over riverdale after the murder of jason blossom. no, this is a whole other kind of crazy because jughead jones has no idea how he got here, to this beach, in the middle of a fiery wreck. because the last time he checked, he was with his girlfriend betty, trying on a coat given to him by his father's southside serpents. that had been wild enough for him for one night. but now it's day and he's stumbling out of the wreckage, glancing around wildly as he tries to straighten his beanie on his head. his jean jacket is smoldering and the flannel shirt tied around his waist is torn into rags, but everything else seems to be intact.

so he's having a dream of some sort, dealing with some kind of bizarre nightmare and just needs to wake up. but pinching himself only hurts, making him curse under his breath before looking up and glancing around again. ]

I don't suppose some answers would be too much to ask for. [ spoken to the world at large, tone dry as a desert because he doesn't expect an answer. ]

daemon: crowned
hey, sorry about the serpents showing up
but don't worry
i'm not joining them

daemon: crowned
12:11am

All stories come to an end. Some, sooner than others. The story of Riverdale can be considered one of the many cut short before its proper ending. It started with a beautiful girl and ended with a lonely boy, but it's everything in between that really matters...