It all started from a scream. FP Jones quickly sat up and ran into his son's bedroom. The room was a mess and his sixteen year old son was gone. He saw 'Let this meeting of the midnight club commence' was written on the wall in what looked like blood.

"No," he said. He though he had escaped Riverdale, but it was dragging him back. He ran to his daughter, Jellybean, room. He let out a sigh of relief when he saw her sleeping in bed.

"What's wrong?" a voice asked. He turned around and saw his wife, Gladys.

"Someone took Jughead," FP said.

"We need to call the police," Gladys said.

"Don't," FP said. "I have a feeling whoever did this is very dangerous and contacting the police will just anger them. I have to get to Riverdale."

"Be safe," Gladys said. "And bring him back safe."

"I will," FP promised. He kissed her head and went to pack his bag. He did it as quick as possible. He carried his bag to the thrive way and threw his backpack into the trunk of his car. He then speed off.

In New York, Hermione Lodge went back into her penthouse after a fundraiser. She found her living room in shambles. She found popcorn spilled on the couch. "Veronica," Hermione called out. She went to Veronica's bedroom and gasped at what she found.

'Let this meeting of the midnight club commence.' Hermione dropped her bag into the floor. The memories of her high school years came flooding back. She quickly packed her bag and ran to her car. She then drive straight to the airport.

Jughead Jones woke up in a dark room. His ankle was chained to the foot of a bed. He quickly noticed he wasn't alone. He was joined by three boys and three girls. They were also chained to beds, but they haven't woken up yet.

He laid in bed. A few minutes later the others started waking up. "Who are you?" one of the girls asked.

"Who are you?" one of the boys asked.

"It looks like we're all in the same situation," Jughead said. "It wouldn't be smart to argue with each other. My names is Jughead."

"Jughead, that's dumb name," one of the guys said.

"Would you rather call me Forysthe?" Jughead said.

"True," he said. "I'm Reggie."

"I'm Archie," another boy said.

"Kevin," the final boy said.

One of the girls spoke up. "Names Betty," she said.

"Veronica," the next girl said.

"I'm Josie," the final girl said.

"Do any of you know why we're here?" Kevin said.

"No clue," Veronica said. That's when the door opened. Do to how dark the room was, they couldn't see the person. Jughead could make out a feminine figure, but that was all he could make out.

"Good, you're awake," the figure said. They had a feminine voice. "Let the game begin."

"What game?" Reggie asked.

"The game your parents started two decades ago," the figure said. "Every 24 hours they haven't finished the game, I will kill one of you. If they finish the game before your all dead, they won and you may leave."

The person then left, leaving a sense of dread in the room.