"I have conceived a plan to bring down several notorious villains in Riverdale." Charles spoke into the phone. "I will have their confessions on tape by morning if all goes to plan."

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Penelope Blossom gazed into the mirror and carefully took a strawberry out of the bowl, holding it between her finger tips as though it was poisonous. She delicately raised it to her mouth and bit into it, trying to prevent the juice spilling down her chin.

A knock on the door broke the perfect silence of her room.

"Come in." Penelope called out. She rather hoped it was a client rather than a member of staff, Penelope was rather bored.

To Penelope's dismay, it was just a member of staff.

"What is it, Angelica my dear?" she asks, "Please not my demon spawn daughter again. If its her, please tell her I don't wish to speak."

"It's a letter for you." Angelica replies, placing the letter on the desk and walking away. She shuts the door behind her, and Penelope carefully picks up the letter, holding it like a bomb about to explode.

The ink is green.

The ink clashes with the deep reds of the room. All the rooms in this building are red, the clothes are all red, the lipstick all red. Cheryl's obsession for the colour red was one of very few things tha she shared with her mother.

Penelope squints at the letter, and she would never admit it, but she cannot actually read the writing in the deep light. Sighing, she turns on the lamp and switches it to white light. She blinks at the sudden harshness of the light, her eyes having seen nought but the red glow she preferred.

"Dear Ms Penelope Blossom." the letter read in a fancy swirl that resembled the English monks of ages past. "I have someone very dear to you. Meet me ..." Penelope scanned through the rest of the letter. She gathered up her skirts and her courage. Her demon daughter would not keep her trapped in here any longer.

Penelope swept out of the brothel and hurried to the location stated in the letter.

"Okay but what if the agents don't arrive soon enough?" Jughead asked Charles.

"They will do." Charles replied. He knew what Jughead really wanted, and he was not going to give in.

"How did you even manage to talk to them? Your on the run." Jughead said.

"Yes, but their the FBI. I told them that I was being framed by them." Charles replied with a shrug. "They know that their the people I've been investigating, why would they not believe they'd attempt to frame me."

"I want to be outside the building." Jughead finally said, saying what Charles had known he wanted to say for quite a while now.

"No. it isn't safe. If they see us there, they will realize its fake. We can't let that happen."

Penelope Blossom stepped into the small building. She began to look around, perplexed and confused as to why she was there. She shivered slightly in the chill that seeped into the place.

After two minutes of waiting, Hiram Lodge arrived, and very shortly after that, Alice Smith, Betty Cooper and FP Jones arrived together.

"Why did you summon me here?" Penelope asked.

"Summon you? I was told to come here by a letter, green ink, old paper, unsigned..." Hiram Lodge says.

Penelope rolled her eyes. "Fine then. Alice, Forsythe, why am I here?"

"It was not any of us who summoned you here." Alice whispers, her voice shaking with fear, her body trembling in anticipation.

"We should leave. Something is wrong." Betty says, a smile wide across her face. She pulls on the door, horrified when it doesn't open. "Something is wrong. Something is very, very, very wrong indeed. we're all trapped." her voice is lyrical, tilting and high, sounding rather childlike.

"Holy Shit!" Alice muttered suddenly. "I know where I am. This place, some teenagers got murdered here when we were in high school. This got nicknamed the room of hell. We need to leave. Like now!"

Penelope felt a heavy rising dread fill her, panic clawing its way out.

Blood spattered down. Penelope heard a scream tear from her throat. The blood was thick, and sweet, and it was spurting out of the ceiling in jets, covering them all in sticky red liquid. Hiram Lodge was trying to maintain a casual posture, Alice was frantically attempting to pull on the door, Fp was cowering against the wall, and Betty Cooper was singing a nursery rhyme.

The blood stopped coming from the ceiling. Penelope raised her finger to her mouth, licking the red off her. She coughed at the coppery, salty and sweet taste. That was undeniably blood. Suddenly, a section of ceiling crumbled away, falling the ground. The body of Jason Blossom fell from the ceiling.

"aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" the scream that ripped through the room came from the mouth of everyone there.

"Enough!" Hiram Lodge yelled, pulling a gun from his jacket. "Whoever is doing this, stop it! Stop or I shoot!"

The room was plunged into darkness. Smoke came from the floor. Noises whirled into life around them. The room was filled with the scent of decay and rot. The lights flashed eerily, red one second, green the next, all dark shades, all flashing and terrifying.

Footsteps inch around them, the noise of people walking filling them with fear. A child laughs gleefully, and the group look around, determined to find the source of the noise. Sharp laboured breathing fills the room. The lights go completely dark and a black hood, identical to the one Hal Cooper owned, fell to the floor. The lights flash back on, a deep orange this time.

Flashing video clips and images appear on the walls. Penelope can't tell if they are projections or if they are memories somehow being transported there. Scenes of them all appear, of Jason's murder and the birth of the black hood, of the gargoyle king wreaking havoc, clips of Hiram stepping out of his car, and of Betty and Jughead in the stonewall dormitories, tapes appear of FP Jones confessing to shooting Hiram, scenes of Alice kissing Betty.

Betty alone isn't freaking out, the craziness of her brain preventing her from feeling the fear consuming the others.

Penelope is in full scale panic. She is used to being the one causing others fear. She is used to being in control of the terrors that pain others, and now that she isn't, she doesn't like it.

Suddenly, a booming voice fills the room.

"I am Lucifer Morningstar, the judge, jury and executioner! I am what awaits you all tonight! You must all confess to me your crimes, and another seven years on this realm you may be granted to live!"

The confessions come babbling. Fp is the first to break, from his lips spilling about how he covered up the murder of Jason Blossom, how he shot Hiram Lodge, how he raped Charles.

The second to break is Alice. She has less to confess to then the others, what she did to Charles and Betty her only crimes. After all, the murder of Edgar Evernever was licensed.

The third to break is Hiram Lodge. He confesses to a great deal. He confesses to murder, to creating drugs, to threatening people, falsifying records, he even admits to his abuse of Hermione.

Penelope Blossom is next to break. She doesn't want to say, but her instinct for survival is stronger. "I killed Clifford and Claudius Blossom. I was the original gargoyle king, and I killed our head teacher. I poisoned my family after they wouldn't give Cheryl what she wanted. I worked alongside Hal Cooper and Chic to help recreate the gargoyle king. I ran an illegal brothel and I sent my daughter to the sisters knowing full well of the illegality of what went on there." she confesses, her tone cold.

"I have nothing to confess to." Betty says in a sing song voice. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"OH YES YOU DID!" the booming voice yells, filling the room. "CONFESS OR YOU ALL SHALL PERISH."

"I won't let her be the reason we all die!" Hiram yelled, raising his gun. He aimed it straight at Betty and pulled the trigger.