Dinner was a casual affair. Kevin and Veronica had cooked, chicken nuggets and chips. Cheryl, being vegan, only ate chips, and due to lack of experience in cooking, Sweet pea had too take a burning tray outside.
Charles couldn't bring himself to eat. He managed to eat about two chips, but then he felt full. Or more accurately, he felt sick. Every time he swallowed it felt wrong. After the meal was over, the others placed nearly empty plates away and Charles scraped his left over food into the bin. As he turned around he felt his brothers eyes on him. Too his relief, Jughead didn't comment.
"I vote we watch a movie." Cheryl suggested when they got back into the living room.
"Yeah okay. Can we watch the hunger games?" Veronica asks.
"Eh boring. I vote a marvel movie." Toni argued.
"Star wars is obviously superior." Fangs threw in.
"How about we watch Harry Potter." Joaquin suggested.
"Yeah okay. That's good by me." Cheryl said. Hermione looked a little reluctant, even more so when her name sake appeared on screen.
"Harry Potter is good but its very straight," Cheryl moaned. "Like they have more explicit rape and incest and adultery than gayness"
"I'm fairly sure gayness is not a word." Toni mumbled sleepily.
"Can you just enjoy the movie for five minutes Cheryl? Every time we watch something you moan." Joaquin complained.
"Huh. Fine. But if movie producers actually made stories that were interesting then there wouldn't be anything to complain about."
"No, babe, I think even if the movie was perfect you'd find something to complain about." Toni commented.
"Hey, that isn't fair." Cheryl argued.
"Life isn't fair." Toni retorted, before she pulled Cheryl up by the wrist and dragged her off to bed.
Charles went to bed himself, and managed to fall asleep with an unexpected ease. He was plagued by an onslaught of nightmare while he slept.
"I love you babe." dream chic said, through the bars of a prison. But his face changed, growing rounder, more feminine, his short hair grew longer, tying itself up into a signature ponytail. Betty cooper stood before him, trapped behind the bars of the cells.
"I love you, Charles, and that is why I need to punish you. So you always do the right thing, brother. So you never again kill anyone, even if they deserve it, and most importantly, you never ever leave me again. Now, your going to come with me, and I'm going to find darling Mumsy and your Daddy, and their going to help punish you." Dream Betty said, her tone even more chilling than real Betty's.
"No- I – you can't..." Charles stammers, throat constricting with fear.
"Yes I can, brother, and I'm going to show you how." Dream Betty says. She steps forward, walking through the jail bars, into the room. She begins to unbutton her shirt, and Charles whimpers, and tries to picture himself somewhere else.
It works. Charles is forced out of his nightmare.
