Cisco stays close by Dr. Wells, who’s rummaging through secret doors a little too confidently for his liking. They bump into Hartley Rathaway and his cousin, Veronica Lodge, who proceeds to lash out on them like a banshee on Hallow’s Eve.
(part of my riverdale + team flash halloween haunted house crossover fic - you can subscribe for updates on my AO3: jessequicksters)
Cisco’s aware of just how close he’s sticking by Dr. Wells as they’re exploring the Great Halls. After they signed their souls away to a bunch of forms outside, they were told that there’s a prize for the bravest visitors of the Greendale Haunted House. Requirements to win seemed pretty simple: all they had to do was meet as a group in the cemetery at sundown.
They would get a bunch of souvenirs and a free weekend stay at Lilith’s Coven for their next visit – an atmospheric witches’ cottage, that served the best suppers in the Midwest, apparently. Winners also get their photos featured on the Greendale Haunted House website. (It had an ERROR 404..?!! message the last Cisco checked, but whatever.)
It was already midnight, so six hours inside a Haunted House seemed do-able. Hell, he’s heard of people surviving forty-hour challenges in Haunted Houses before.
Besides, they had superpowers. If anything goes sideways, they’ve got an easy out.
“How are you feeling, Cisco?” Dr. Wells asks, the mechanical whirring of the wheelchair drifting away. He’s heading towards the main staircase, decorated in clotted blood and cobwebs, with large, dramatic candles running up each side. The staircase itself has a wheelchair ramp on the side of it – but Dr. Wells doesn’t seem to be going up, but rather under it.
“Uh, just peachy,” Cisco gulps, skittling behind as the rest of the gang began breaking off into various rooms. “Hey, Dr. Wells? I think we should stick together for the night. You don’t mind, do you?”
He smirks, diving underneath a curtain of rotting ivy. “Why, Cisco? Got a bad vibe about this particular door or something?”