A bead of sweat races down his bare chest as he runs through the streets of the Northside in the cover of the moon shining brightly above. Jughead wanted him to sneak into the Keller home so he can steal any files the sheriff might have on the Ghoulies since they are starting to pop up in the Southside again. There was a fear in the back of his mind of being reminded of that terrible night that forever changed his life. When he was steadily approaching the house, he slowed down his pace and went straight for the thick shrubbery across the street as it would provide enough cover for him to do some surveillance. « Seems that motherfucker hasn’t come home yet... » he mutters to himself.
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