My eyes flutter open, and I see Jughead sitting at the foot of my bed. I groan, sitting myself up. "Hey, you're okay." He breathes.

"My head hurts, but yeah."  I groan, running a hand loosely through my hair. I remember everything. The memory of the night flashes through my mind. "Did you get Kurtz?" I ask, sitting up straighter.

He shakes his head. "Barely got away." I hiss, shaking my head. "It's okay, I'm more worried about you."

I look up at my best friend. "What did the doctor say?"

He shrugs, looking down at his shoe. "Said you could go home when you wake up, just hit your head too hard." I smile at him, the grin soon fading when I see the serious expression on his face. "You could've died tonight, Em."

I roll my eyes. "And the night I was shot, and the OTHER night I was shot. This was nothin." I tease.

"I don't want you doing anything that will put you in danger." He says. His eyes water, his face contorting as he nearly cries. "I don't want you dying in my arms." I pout, wrapping my arms around my best friend. He sobs as I soothe him.

"I'm not going anywhere, Jug." I whisper.

After a few minutes of a comfortable silence, his phone rings. He sits up, looking down at it. "It's my Dad."

I frown. "Why?"

"We've been looking for Baby Teeth." He says. My eyes widen. Baby Teeth's gone? "Hey, Dad."  I watch as Jughead's eyes widen. "Be there in ten." He hangs up and looks at me. "We found Baby Teeth."

We stand side by side with his father, staring at the corpse. My hand shakes as flashes of Ben and Dilton flood through my mind. "Poor Baby Teeth." Jughead whispers.

"Brandon Morris was his real name. We ID'ed him from his prints." FP Jones says. "First glance, very similar to how you two found Ben and Dilton. But I don't know." He looks at the two of us. "I need your help, guys, please."

"Yeah." I reply.

"Of course." Jughead pulls out his camera, leaning towards Baby Teeth's body. "These blue lips are the same. Marking on his back are the same, too." The camera clicks, giving us a brighter look at the carvings along Brandon's back.

I shake my head. "But his missing teeth. That's the twist." I whisper.

Jughead sighs, standing up and looking at me and his dad. "This might be a copycat killer." He says. "I mean, it could be the same guy that went after Ben and Dilton, but they were willing participants. Baby Teeth struggled."

I snap my fingers, looking at Jug. "Maybe the brutality of his death was the message."

Jughead nods. "Like a warning that he's back. And he's angry."

FP stares at us both. "The Gargoyle King?"

"The real one." Jug mumbles.

"How's your boxing career these days, Archie?" Veronica asks the red head. Veronica and Betty sit on one couch, Jug and Archie on another while I lean against a wall.

"Your pal Elio is organizing a boxing even called the Gilded Gloves." Archie explains.

Veronica smirked "Brawny young men, shirtless and in shorts, go on."

Betty and I look at her, sharing our own look before looking at Archie. "I was thinking, maybe you could help get the El Royale crew s spot in the tournament. The guys could use a win, or at least a boost after what happened to Baby Teeth."

I nudge Veronica. "Yeah, V. Do it."

Veronica smiles. "Let me see what I can do."

Good morning my dear Riverdale High constituents and comrades. A lot of you have been asking about the Farm's Student Advocacy group. Well, here's the skinny. Sign up sheets are posted throughout the school. The club is open to all students. Where the one become many, and the many become one.

So, uncap those pens, sharpen those pencils, and sign up. A little birdie told me it's what all the cool kids are doing.

We watch as my twin sister passes by the lounge with Evelyn, Kevin, and Fangs. "Invasion of the Body Snatched continues." Jughead says.

Veronica's eyebrows furrow. "So, let me get this straight, the reason Cheryl is all-in on the Farm is that she gets to see and talk to Jason?" Jughead gives me a semi concerned look, and I wave him off.

"Yeah." Betty replies. "My mom's entirely convinced that she's seeing and talking to Charles, her long lost son."

Jughead pauses. "What if you prove that Charles was dead? I mean, your mom's lost touch with reality, so maybe he best way to snap her out of her delusions is with a harsh dose of truth. Like proof that Charles is dead."

I point at Betty. "Or basically anything that will refute these fantasies that Edgar Evernever is spinning."

The blonde nods. "Yeah, thanks guys." She says as the bell rings. She picks up her bag, walking off to class as Veronica and Archie split ways, leaving me and Jug.

"You know, Jones. I find it strange how you two aren't doing your duo power team thing." I say to him.

He shrugs. "She's trying to save Riverdale from one cult, I'm trying to save Riverdale from a murderous board game probably ran by a cult." He chuckles. "Team Bughead is currently leading two separate cases up to this point."

I pat Jughead's shoulder. "Well, I'm right here for you, Jug." I chirp.

His green eyes look down at me. "What about you and Pea? With your little family."

I sigh, shrugging. "It's okay. He's been gone a lot it seems. With all of the Serpent stuff, it hardly seems like he has any time for me and Tori."

Jug frowns. "I've offered him days off, you know."

"I know, he's just kind of a workaholic, I guess." I adjust my bag on my shoulder, looking down at my shoes.

I feel a hand lace with mine and I look up at Jughead. "If you need any help with Tori or anything, I'm only a phone call away." He says.

I smile. "Thanks, Jug."

The next morning, I sit in my apartment at the Pembrooke, alone. Mel and Sam, who hadn't been in town due to Gargoyles ransacking Southside, wanted a night with Tori.

It was nice, seeing them. Sam had left anything gang related and brought their whole family to Greendale, where they adopted a new daughter, Phoebe.

My phone rings, and its Jughead. "Hellooo?" I hum, wrapping my self in my robe as I walked over to my closet.

"We have a possible lead on Baby Teeth." He says to me.

I hum, pulling out a blue plaid skirt. "Go on." I frown before tossing the skirt back in.

"The autopsy revealed he died from the blood loss in his mouth. Not the cyanide."

"So does that mean he won the game?" I ask, pulling out a pair of high waisted red jeans.

"I guess so. But the interesting thing is, one of your mom's match boxes from her little Brothel was lodged in his throat." The beanie headed teen tells me.

I put my phone on my shelf, taking off my pajamas before sliding my pants on. "Why was it there?" I ask.

"We're finding that out today, how soon can you be ready?"

I click my tongue. "Twenty minutes?" I chirp, picking out a white sweater crop top.

I stand by Jughead and FP in front of my mother. "Any idea how one of your matchbooks ended up in Baby Teeth's throat?" FP asks.

"Well, they are complimentary to all of our guests." Penelope hums. She holds one up. "We don't recommend they ingest them." She jokes. Jug rips it from her hand as she continues. "I do recall this young man being here a few nights ago. He was here with some friends."
She shifts her head on the side. "Ex-cons, but charming. Anyway, this Baby Teeth left the Maple Club with a grin on his face, and alive." She takes a quick look at her book. "My girl Rosemary fulfilled his fantasy."  Suddenly there's a loud crashing, women screaming behind us. "What on Eve's Earth?" Penelope shouts.

FP and Jug rush forward, me and Mom following close behind. "Emilia, Darling, stay behind me." I smile, Mom was always protective of me before Jason died.

We walk in and there's a shattered vase, a few women scared shitless as a man crouches on the floor holds a piece of glass, growling like a ferocious animal. Jug protectively shoves me behind him as the man turns around. The man is older, gray hair. He's excessively foaming at the mouth. The man swings at FP, causing me to yelp in surprise. The man turns back to a girl but FP shouts, clocking him in the face.

Mom and I stand side by side as FP shoves the man in his car. "I got him cuffed in the back of my cruiser. He's not going anywhere."

Jughead looks back at my mom and her employee. "Is there anything else you guys can tell us about him?" He asks.

I look at my mom. "Like his name or where he's from?"

"Martin, but they all use an alias." Mom explains.

"Did something seem different about him?" Jughead asks the woman.

"Yes." She says quickly. "Martin likes to take Fizzle Rocks to enhance the experience, but this was different. The high hit him like a truck. He started foaming at the mouth, freaking out." She tells us.

FP nods. "This was helpful." He reassures her. "If anything else comes up, please give me a call." He hands her a card before we start walking away.

"Emilia!" Mom calls.

I turn around, "Yes?"

"Will you meet me at La Bonne Nuit sometime soon, to catch up?" She asks.

I smile. "Sure, Mumsy." I smile.

I sit back at home, bouncing Tori on my hip as I cook dinner and make her bottle. My phone starts ringing as Tori starts fussing. I curse under my breath, putting Tori in her high chair and rushing to the phone. "Hey, Sweet Pea."

"Hey, Babe!" My boyfriend cheers.

I rush back to the kitchen, trying to finish Tori's bottle. "What time will you be home? I have to go see my dad, I have to finish homework, work on some of Hermione's paperwork. Tori is really fussy tonight, too." I sigh. "Will you be home soon?"

I hear a loud sigh from Sweet Pea. "I'm sorry, Babe. I'm working late tonight." I hear loud cheers from his side of the phone. "I'll text you when I'm on my way home, okay?" He says before hanging up. I frown, placing my phone down, handing Tori her bottle.