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“Anyone can sell their soul for a dream.” - Priscilla

So this will just be a general writing prompt thing, cause I really just post whatever here. Use for your interpretation. I will be just writing these as I think of them.

1. If you don’t shut up, I will find a way to slap you with a fish.

2. The moon was lovely, but it stunk like a moldy piece of gouda.

3. I said, I would like to set the building on fire. I didn’t mean with us in it!

4. Reality is like ham, severely disappointing when it comes pre-packaged.

5. I thought you liked the bread. Now I will remind of how you wasted a perfectly good loaf, every day for the rest of our lives.

6. Ever wonder what was in the ocean? Yeah, us too. I hate when I’m right.

7. It’s time to add fireworks, I want to see their face when this is set off.

8. I’m going to raid the fridge when we get kidnapped. Just so they have to go shopping for us.

9. His hair was perfect. Perfect for grabbing to drag to the ground.

10. You can’t stop me! I’m the main character!

11. What are you gonna do? Punch me? I’m imaginary ya dipshit.

12. You know what you need? A bed, 24 hours of sleep, and alcohol.

13. Aight, you need a guardian angel. For your stupidity.

14. Wait, this is Hell? Then why does it look like one of those old sitcoms?

15. I’m on fire! Literally throw me into the lake now!

16. This plan would have gone so much better, if you got the seal I requested.

17. It’s a lovely to day to eat some children. Just kidding, I only eat adults.

18. Ah, this night is perfect for murder and cannibalism!

19. Hello, I am dead.

So I was listening to MIW today and this drabble popped into my head when the song 'Wasp' came on. Thought I'd share and see what you guys thought of it 😊

-Bina 💜

Wasp:

"He's dead... What did you do, Betty?!" Archie said, staring at her in disbelief. Betty looked down at the bloody rock in her hands then back down at the bludgeoned body of her boyfriend in horror.

"No! No that’s- that's not possible, Archie! I could never..." Betty dropped the rock and stared at her blood soaked hands before clutching her fists against her temples and crumbling to the ground, sobbing. Suddenly, she shot to her hands and knees in a panic.

"NO!" She shouted, crawling towards Jughead's lifeless body and cradling him in her arms. "He can’t be dead, Archie! I can't do this without him, I’m-- I can’t be left here without him! Please Jug, please wake up baby. Please Juggie, wake up!" Betty shook him frantically but he remained cold in her arms.

She looked up to see her remaining two best friends standing side by side over her and staring. Suddenly, they both raised their arms to point on accusatory finger in her direction as they began chanting.

"Murderer!" "Killer!" "You're just like your father!" 

"Blackhood Betty!" "Poison!" "Murderer!" "Dark Betty!"

"Killer!" "Killer!" "Killer!" "Killer!"

"You killed him! You killed Jughead! You really are just like Hal! You killed Jughead and you will kill all of us soon!" Archie shouted at her, spitting on her in hatred. Betty jumped when she heard a frightened voice behind her.

"Why'd you kill me, Betty? I thought you loved me?" Betty spun around to face Jughead, his eyes no longer the normal shade of blue green she loved but milky white - all life devoid in them. The gash on his head still oozed into his matted hair and down his deathly pale skin.

Betty watched his face contort into a heartbroken expression of realization and he began to cry bloody tears, "You said you loved me, Betty! You killed me when you were supposed to protect me! You did this!"

"No! Juggie, I didn't kill you! I swear it wasn't me! Please Jug... I promise!" Betty cried out, reaching for his dirt covered hand just as he backed away.

"Well, who killed them, Betty?" Jughead asked coldly, pointing behind her.

Betty turned around to see Archie and Veronica on the ground, both dirty and beaten to death at her feet. "I didn't do that! Juggie, I swear-," when Betty spun back around, Jughead's dead body was on the ground where she'd left him. "No! I didn't kill them, I know I didn't kill them!" Betty looked into the air and shouted into the night.

"I know. I did," Betty glanced in front of her to see herself standing there, a depraved grin plastered across her face and the bloody rock in her hands. Betty tried to back away but her feet were frozen to the ground beneath her.

"Wha- Who are you," Betty asked in shock, still trying in vain to move her feet. 

"I'm you, Betty. That dark part of you that you tried to kill. But that’s the thing, you can't kill me, Betty. You are me," Dark Betty sneered, baring her teeth then cackling sinisterly. She tilted her head, a diabolical look in her eyes as she stepped closer to the real Betty, "Say goodnight, Betty." 

With that, Dark Betty raised the rock above her head, bringing it crashing down and...

"No!" Betty gasped as she shot up in bed, tears and sweat soaking her face as she clutched the front of her tank top. 

Ever since the Farm - and Charles coming to town - Betty had been having horrible nightmares about killing Jughead and she and her friends covering it up. Or being arrested at school and being pointed out in a line up. Or having to search all night in the woods for him but never finding him. And worst, having to identify his dead body.

She'd had even dreamed of Hal and how she was just like him. 

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