"Who else would kill Jason Blossom besides a Baudivere?"

"Maybe an actual murderer, Meathead."

White picket fences and fresh coats of paint, crimson hands and bold-faced lies. Wide, pearly smiles tainted by the precarious secrets they hid. Hasty whispers exchanged with fleeting eyes that worried for all the wrong reasons. If you didn't look to close, you wouldn't notice. Unfortunately, Lace noticed.

She remembered stories of the toys that used to make, some more harmful then others. Small houses made and molded to plastic that children would set up and pretend a world around. It didn't take long before people noticed the games were not as friendly as the seemed. Toxins were discovered in the formula, somehow accidentally being created. She supposed the company was sued and shut down after that.

That's how she saw Riverdale. Plastic town, poisonous people. Get too close, the effects aren't pleasant.

So Lace would purse her colored lips, crossing her legs while sipping some sort of coffee, leaving a pigmented ring around a pink straw. A small dog leaned against her ankles, head laying on the front of her maroon heels. Thick eyelashes concealed a wandering gaze, hazel eyes waiting for something. Now and then, she'd catch a glance of something other then the ordinary. Something suspicious, possibly considered nefarious.

Yet Lace was far from pure herself. As the daughter of a infamous killer, it was hard not to have a few bones tucked back in a confining closet. As much as she tried to rid herself of her own name, her own DNA, any fiber that made Lace her father's offspring, blood didn't wash away so effortlessly. So when a certain body of a boy whom she openingly despised is finally found on a sandy bank with decomposing skin and a head full of water, fingers are pointed at her without hesitation.

So what once was an adolescent curiosity becomes a fervent search for the real murderer as Lace attempts to finally clean off her own hands stained with innocent lives she didn't take in the first place.

literally only watched two episodes of riverdale and already hooked. beronica is my new obsession. cheryl is my terrible daughter. archie is just kinda there.

legit wrote this summary in under twenty minutes. if i do ever write this, it won't be for awhile, but do you guys like the idea??