Afraid
Archie had never really been afraid of anything, excluding the obvious puddle. When he was younger, he had always been the one who had to go up on the bed to squash the spider, or the one who had to go outside to see what was making noise. He had never been afraid of the dark.
Truth be told, Archie wasn't even afraid of Cronus.
So why was it now, when he was full-grown, that he found himself afraid?
He was being chased. She wore no mask.
The scary thing was, he didn't run from her...
He ran towards her.
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Author's Note: I'm afraid too. I'm afraid that what started out as me planning to actually show the evolution of their relationship with words AND some dialogue (Note: Chapter 1) has turned into Archie angsting... Not that that's abnormal in any case.
OHVELLSVELL, I hope you guys liked this one. Sorry it was a day late. Thank you to the reviewers of Fatchie (Fat Archie): The Thing In My Closet (not including Archie and Nudemania)/Anya-Paradox, 4evacrazy, lepidopteran, dazzeling diamond, Demenior, and Storm Warning.—Nuuoa
