It was the day after the raid. Jughead was awake, but he didn't want to see or talk to anyone, so even tough it was almost 10, he stayed shut up in the bedroom he shared with his girlfriend, Betty. Betty has spent the night at Veronica's. Jughead was Glad Betty hadn't been around to witness or overhear him getting spanked or yelled at.

Knock, Knock, Knock. Someone was knocking on his bedroom door. "Who is it." He called.

"It's Dad, we need to talk Boy. Can I come in?" FP said through the door.

Jughead got up, unlocked the door, and opened it for his father. FP entered. The two men sat on the bed. Jughead was leaning against the headboard with his knees against his chest.

"It's very... pink in here." FP said.

"What do you want Dad?" Jughead said, sounding a more annoyed than he meant too.

"Jug.. I came to apologise to you. I'm sorry I whipped you yesterday Boy." FP said.

Jughead shrugged, "I deserved it." He spoke softly.

"Yeah, you did." FP admitted. "But I'm still sorry."

Jughead looked up, into his father's eyes for the first time. "I'm listening Dad." He said.

"I'm sorry that I whipped you while I was angry, instead of waiting to punish you after I had cooled off, and we talked. We should have talked more yesterday Jug. I shouldn't have screamed at you like that." FP said apologetically.

Jughead didn't respond right away. "Dad... It's okay, I understand why you whipped me."

"Boy... something weird is going on and I need your brain, if you consent to help me." FP said. "There was a boy found in the woods. Name of Brandon Mooris, goes by baby teeth. He was found dead in the woods... in the same position as you friends Dilton and Ben, same marking. Do you want to come with me to investigate it?"

"Are you kidding me Dad? Yes!" Jughead said practically jumping up. "You don't ever have to ask."

"Whoa, hold it Boy." FP said pulling Jughead back down to a sitting position. "There will be rules."

"No going off on your own.

No keeping stuff from me

If we are out in the field, and I tell you to do or not to do something, I expect you to obey. Is that clear Boy?

Jughead nodded.

"I need a verbal answer Son." FP said sternly.

"Yes sir, I understand." Jughead answered, a little less enthusiastically.

"Good, because if you disobey me I will have to give you another whippin, and I really don't want to do that son." FP said.

"I'll listen to you, and be safe... I promise Dad." Jughead said.

"Okay, get a shower and get changed. I'll meet you downstairs." FP said as he stood to leave the room. "Oh, and hey Jug... bring your camera."

"Got it Dad." Jughead replied.