This takes place after the episode "The midnight Club."
After her mom's story Betty is between anxious and excited to tell Jughead about what she knows. Betty had confronted her mom about the file the coroner had given her before sharing it with Jughead. After Alice Cooper had shared her experience with GG Betty ran to the bunker to tell Jughead everything she had found out. It had only been about a week since FP had found the scripture and busted Jughead's butt for having it. Jughead was finally ungrounded. FP decided that he had been punished enough and trusted that he would not play the game again.
When Betty arrived to the bunker she saw Jughead, But was surprised to see the other kids there too. Betty was fear stricken when she saw that Jughead had been playing the game. When Jughead saw Betty he stood with excitement. Betty was there and he could tell her about GG. "Betty it's all making since," Jughead exclaimed while clutching the scripture, "I'm already on level 3, and will be able to make my accention soon." Betty was terrified. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. The scariest part was the look in Jughead's eyes. It didn't look like Jughead at all. It was almost as though someone or something else was controlling him.
Silent tears were now falling from Betty's face. She ran out of the Bunker and called FP, no answer. She called a couple more times, but FP was not answering his phone. Betty didn't know what to do so she called her mom. "mom, I need you to come down here as soon as humanly possible, get FP here if you can."
Alice sinced the fear in her daughter's voice. "Betty where are you? What's wrong sweetheart?"
"Mom, it Jughead... he's playing it." Betty couldn't bring herself to say Gryphons and Gargoyles, But Alice knew what she meant. Betty could here her mom rushing on the other side of the line.
"Betty where are you, I'm coming right now." Alice said while slipping on shoes, and grabbing her car keys. Betty exsplained where the bunker is. "Okay honey, FP is closer so keep trying him. I'm going to stop by the trailer to see if he is there. I'm on my way, just make sure he doesn't drink anything."
"Okay mom, I'll see you soon." Betty replied. Hot tears were spilling down her face. Her phone rang, it was FP. Betty answered the phone. "Betty What's wrong. I just got out of the shower, and I have about 15 missed calls from you."
"It's Jughead." Betty told him. She was crying harder now, and that's all she could bring herself to say. "What about Jughead? Is he okay? What's going on? Where are you?" FP was talking fast now.
"Bunker." Is all she could let out.
"Betty, I'm getting another call, it's your mom. I'm going to answer it. I need to tell her you called." "Alice, something is wrong with the kids, we have to find them."
"I know FP," Alice replied. "Betty called me, Jughead is Playing Gryphons and Gargoyles. FP, I know where the kids are, Betty exsplained how to get to the bunker. I'm already on my way to your trailer. I'll be there in about 3 minutes. Get ready to go as soon as I get there." FP pulled on some clothes, shoes, and a jacket. By the time he was dressed Alice was pulling into the driveway. FP walked outside to meet her. "Let's go, the bunker is this way." FP and Alice ran all the way to the bunker. They arrived out of breath, and they didn't stop until they saw Betty.
"Where Is He." FP spat out panicked. Betty pointed at the bunker's entrance. FP practically jumped in as Alice went to her daughter, pulling her into a hug. FP came out about 5 minutes later, dragging Jughead by his ear. "Alice, take Betty home, I'll take care of It from here. Alice lead Betty away from them toward the trailer where her car was.
"Come on boy, we're going home." FP bellowed.
"No Dad, I have to stay, I'm on level 3."
"NOW, Jugead." FP yelled. When Jughead didn't move FP, grabbed Jughead's arm, and SMACK. FP landed several hard swats on Jughead's behind. FP kept ahold of Jughead's arm, and practically drug him back to the trailer, because Jugead fought him, and tried to pull away.
"Inside." FP ordered. Jughead didn't see any other way out, so he obeyed. As Jughead opened the door he could hear his dad say, "corner" so once inside Jughead stood in the corner.
As soon as FP heard the door shut he sat down on the porch. He was so angry, and scared too. Angry tears actually started running down his face, he couldn't believe that Jughead played the game, after everything. Jughead just gotten one of the worst ass whippings of his life just over a week before, and yet he played. FP sat there contemplating what to do. Jughead put his life in danger once again. FP hated too, but he warned Jughead to stay away or he would get his ass busted. Once FP felt calm enough he walked inside. He pulled the kitchen chair into the living room.
"Come here boy." Jugead obeyed.
FP pulled his son over his lap, and the spanking started. FP started slow so the sting in his son's behind would build slowly. FP had never left a mark on either one of his kids during a spanking, and he didn't intend to. Jughead was taking the first phase of his spanking fairly quietly, this is what FP intended though, this was going to be a long night. Soon enough the tears began to trickle down his face, he was squirming quite a lot, and kept attempting to cover his butt with his hand. Not long after Jughead reached this point FP set him up, and pointed to the corner.
"Was this it," Jughead wondered, Jughead thought surely it would be a lot worse than that.
FP was pacing the trailer. He still couldn't believe what Jughead had done. FP decided to use a rubber spatula on Jughead. He did not want to leave any marks. After about ten minutes Jughead heard FP say, "come here boy, and bend over the couch. Jughead didn't move. FP gave Jughead a hard swat. Jughead bent over. FP took his belt off. FP was spanking Jughead slowly. SWAT SWAT Tears were streaming down his face. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT. Jughead was crying louder now, but there was no sign of it ending anytime soon. SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT SWAT After what seemed like an eternity to both Jughead and FP, FP stopped spanking him. "Corner now boy." Jughead obeyed.
FP waited until Jughead stopped crying. "It's late, Go to bed boy, we will talk about this tomorrow." Jughead reluctantly went to his room. He has every intention of sneaking out to play GG, but FP was smarter than that. He knew every trick in the book. FP went into his son's bedroom and nailed the windows shut.
"Dad, what the hell are you doing."
"I'm making sure your ass doesn't leave the house."
"This is bull shit dad." Jughead retorted
"BOY," FP grabbed Jughead's face. "I'll tell you what's bull shit. You playing The damn game after I told you not to." FP swatted Jughead hard. Tears began flooding Jughead's eyes again. "BOY, get your ass in bed this instant before I bust it again." Jughead got into bed, cursing his father under his breath. Lucky for him FP was to angry to hear him. "We will continue this conversation tomorrow Jug." FP said while closing the door. He took his hammer and nails and hammered all the other windows shut as well. FP pushed the couch in front of the door before pulling out the bed for good measure. He would beat Jughead's ass every day before he would let him play that evil game. Jughead tried to stay awake, he had every intention of sneaking out to play GG.
The first time Jughead creaked opened the door FP snapped his finger pointed at Jughead and yelled, "BOY" Jughead closed his bedroom door and sat back down on the bed. He drifted off, and when he woke back up it was 2:00 am. Jughead thought surely his dad had to be asleep by now. To Jughead's delight he was. Jughead went around the trailer, only to realize FP didn't miss a single window. Trailer doors did always swing outward. If he could just get to the door, he was free. The problem was his dad had literally put his bed in front of the door. He would have to step over his dad. It was a risk he would have to take. Even if he got caught as long as he got out the door before his dad could catch him would be okay. Jughead put one foot on the sofa bed. As soon as his foot touched the bed FP jumped up. Those years in the military taught him something, he was a light sleeper.
Jughead ran toward his room slammed the door, at sat in front of it, something he did to avoid punishment when he was about 6. "BOY, OPEN THIS DOOR." Jughead didn't move. "BOY, YOU HAVE TO THE COUNT OF THREE BEFORE I KICK THIS DAMN DOOR DOWN." "ONE...TW"
"Okay okay dad, geez I'm opening the door." FP grabbed Jughead's arm and started spanking him. FP gave him about 15 hard swats with his hand. Jughead was trying to pull away, and was attempting to cover his butt the entire time. FP grabbed Jughead's other hand and kept spanking him. Eventually Jughead fought his way to sitting on the ground. He was a sobbing mess. This was mostly to the fact he was still sore from his spanking earlier. Once Jughead made his way sitting on the ground, FP let go of him, and walked back to the sofa bed in the living room, and sat down on it. He could hear Jughead crying from his room. FP was tearing up too. He hated this. He had always hated disciplining his kids. Jughead got back into bed, and cried himself asleep. FP woke up a little after 8:30. He walked to Jughead's bedroom, and found him still sleeping. FP knew he was probably up half the night trying to figure out how to sneak out to play GG.
"Jughead, get up. Go sit at the table." FP made eggs and bacon for breakfast, and sat a plate in front of Jughead.
Jughead pushed it away, "No thanks, I'm not hungry." Jughead stood up to walk away.
"BOY, sit your ass down." FP continued to eat his breakfast. "Eat son, before it gets cold."
"I'm not interested Dad."
"Suit yourself kiddo, you can sit there until you eat. It's going to be easier to eat before I punish you vs. after."
"What do you mean punish me? Didn't you already spank me...twice."
"Jughead... you tried to sneak out. You are being punished for that. now eat boy." When Jughead didn't start eating FP righted the couch, and sat there watching tv for the next 45 minutes. Jughead stood up on three different occasions, all three times all FP did was snap his fingers saying "BOY." After the third time Jughead decided to actually eat. His butt was still sore from yesterday and sitting on a wooden chair wasn't helping any. After he finished he put his plate in the sink.
"Boy, sit down we need to talk." Jughead sat down. "So here is how this is going to work, I am going to ware your ass out again now for sneaking out."
"Dad, you can not be serious right now, you can't just whoop me every time I do something you don't like. I'm not a little kid anymore."
"You're sure the hell acting like it. You took a spanking better than that when you were 4 years old, Hell Jellybean has never tried any of that to get out of being punished."
"Dad..."
"No boy, listen to me. Along with the whippin of a lifetime you are also grounded."
"Dad you ca"
"BOY, don't you think you are in enough trouble as is?" Jughead fell silent. "While you are grounded you are not permitted out of my sight. I will take you to school, I will drop you off from school. I will tell the school to put you in lunch detention for the next mon."
"DAD, that's not fair." Jughead said standing up.
"BOY," Jughead sat back down. "I will tell the school to put you in lunch detention for the next month, and when you are not at school you will be within 5 feet of me. That is your punishment, 5 feet, that is all you get. I will speak to the school about monitoring you, and calling me immediately if you don't show up for a class. You will be under constant supervision from now on."
"This is bull shit."
At this FP actually went and got a bar of soap. Something he hasn't done to either kid since Jellybean was about 7. He has the bar of soap and said. "Open." Jughead obeyed, and FP placed the soap in his mouth. "You done now boy?" Jughead shook his head, FP took the soap and threw it in the sink. "As I was saying you will either be a school or with me, every second of every day. I will take you to school, and I will pick you up from school, and if I have to go to each of your classes with you everyday to keep you out of trouble I will. Come on Jug, to your bedroom for your whippin."
Once to the bedroom FP told Jughead to bend over the bed. Then the spanking started. FP spanked Jughead just enough to where it stung then he paused. Jughead knew better than to even think about rubbing it. He could hear FP's belt sliding through the loops. FP snapped the belt. CRACK CRACK CRACK. Jughead flinched at each crack of the belt. He hated that sound. Before Jughead realized it, the whippin had started. WHAP WHAP There he was at 16 years old, knew how to ride a motorcycle, in a gang, and getting his butt busted by his dad. WHAP WHAP Jughead knew at least 1/2 the freakin trailer park could hear him getting spanked. WHAP WHAP. He wondered what everyone was thinking knowing he just got it last night and again about a week ago. WHAP Jughead was crying now. WHAP Jughead jumped up trying to use his hands as protection "bend back over boy." Jughead obeyed. WHAP WHAP. FP dropped the belt and walked away. He pained him to see Jughead cry. It always had been hard for him to hear either one of his kids crying. He went outside and sat on the porch. Through the front door was the only way Jughead could exit the trailer, because all the windows were still nailed shut. FP could still hear Jughead crying, but it was at least muffled now. FP listened as Jughead's crying slowed and eventually he didn't hear him at all. FP went back inside. He could hear Jughead sniffling a little , and tried hard to ignore it. Once Jughead grew completely silent he went to go check on him. He was laying on his stomach his face buried in his pillow. FP went around the trailer attempting to busy himself. He did the dishes, swept and mopped the kitchen dusted everything even vacuumed the living room.
About an hour later Jughead came out of his room. "You hungry boy?" FP asked. Jughead shook his head yes. FP make some hamburger helper and fixed Jughead a plate. Jughead ate in complete silence. Once he was finished he put is plate in the sink rinsing it. He looked at FP, and FP brought him into a tight hug. "Just the switch and we are done." FP said. Last week when he whooped Jughead, and told him that the next time he messed with GG the spanking he had just had would look like a pleasant experience in comparison he meant it. He extended his pocket knife to Jughead saying, "Go cut a switch boy." They walked outside and FP walked with Jughead as he went and selected a switch. Once cutting it and deleafing it he exstended it to his father.
"Hands against the trailer boy." TWAP THAP TWAP. Jughead didn't dare move his position, but he wasn't at all very still. TWAP AHG DAD PLEASE STOP I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE. There was no sign of FP letting up any time soon. TWAP. Jughead was sobbing now. FP knewJughead couldn't take much more. YOU WILL l STAY THE HELL AWAY GRYPHONS AND GARGOYLES THAP. Jughead was sobbing even harder now. His face a a blotchy mess of snot and tears. FP kept spanking DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME BOY. TWAP Jughead's sentence could barely be heard through his sobs.
"I'm sorry Dad, I'm sorry." FP snapped the switch in half over his knee and threw it. Then he pulled his kid into a hug. He held Jughead into a deep hug until Jughead stopped crying.
There was fear in FP's eyes. "For the love of God Jughead, please stay the hell away from that game." FP sighed, "Jughead, if I have to beat your ass every single day from now until you're 30 to keep you away from GG I will.