stranger than fiction - one
bughead fanfiction - au - mystery
“Across galaxies of time and space
travelling just to see your face
lost amidst the countless stars
to bring me back to where you are.”
—Bryce W. Anderson
It starts with a note.
“Hey, Jug, who’s Betty?”
From his position at the table, Jughead looks over the screen of his laptop to his best friend Archie, leaning lazily against the kitchen counter with a beer in one hand and a powder blue paper in the other. His brows furrow at his friend’s odd question. “What?”
Archie walks over with a smirk and tosses the paper over the keyboard in front of Jughead.
“Betty.” He points to the name, raising a pointed brow and pressing the beer bottle to his lips. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to pry. Just glad you’re finally getting out there.”
Jughead stares in frustrated confusion at the note, his mind whirring in high speed at how it had gotten in his cabin. It’s not his handwriting, nor Archie’s—his friend hardly ever frequents his place when coming down to Oregon.
“This… isn’t mine.” Jughead murmurs, more so to himself.
Archie leaves a while later, picked up by his pregnant and cantankerous wife Veronica, and Jughead’s in his solitude again, only now slightly disturbed.
He scours his property, bringing his sheepdog to tag along while his shotgun rests over his shoulder.
He finds nothing; nothing but trees and earth and hills and streams. Trudging back up the stairs to his cabin, Jughead flicks his cigarette out onto the grass before toeing off his muddy boots and stepping inside. He makes sure to lock his second bolt this night, still unnerved by the strange note from earlier.
Pick up Caramel’s flea medication and don’t forget the oranges.
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