Jughead looked around at the stark white walls of the room, the fluorescent lighting harsh against his newly opened eyes. He had no idea where he was or how he even got there. The last thing he remembered was being on a date with–
BETTY?! Where’s Betty?
He looked around frantically but the only things he could see were an overhead speaker, a bar stool and a darkened window. There were no doors and no other windows, no means of escape. He was trapped.
Suddenly, the speaker crackled to life and the sounds of someone’s desperate cries filled the room.
“Juggie! Help me, please! Don’t let them take me again! Please, Juggie, I’m sorry! Please– Oh God, they’re coming back, Juggie! Please, help me, please! I need you– No, stop please don’t hurt me! Ahhh–” Betty’s terrified screams echoed off the walls, the deafening sound piercing his ears until the speaker cut out.
