The Man Gasped Slightly, As He Touched His Arm With A Frown.

The man gasped slightly, as he touched his arm with a frown.

“WHAT! NO! DONT LEAVE! Please.. I have some questions I wanted to ask you, Mister Beetlejuice...”

He sat down in front of him as he glanced up at the male with a sad frown.

“What happened to me when I... died?

How did I die..?”

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Lawrence raised an eyebrow at the demon with a slight head tilt. He was slightly intimidated, but curiosity killed the cat, so he might as well play along with this little charade. He had questions, but didn’t want to be too straightforward. It was always fun to beat around the bush every once and awhile..

“The hell do you mean, ‘talk things out’? I BARELY know you? Granted, we look almost identical, but that MUST be purely coincidental.. There’s no way..

Call me crazy, but I think I’m YOU, from the PAST…”

“Excuse me what in the whole being dead thing did you just say to me?” 

He could feel the confusion bubbling into annoyance, but he was remaining calm, he couldn’t blame the other him for being stressed or confused too, it was rather confusing. Mostly because he had forgotten what he was like before what he was going through, the undead life he was walking through. 

“Well I do have to kinda agree with ya there, something time related weird is going on here, because if we are the same person. I don’t remember this happening, my head just hurts from thinking about it.”

He’s now running his hand through his hair as he sat, in the air like he would on the edge of a table, just floating there. This was confusing and well he didn’t know what else to say to Lawrence but he thought about what he could do, even if he felt sad to do so.

“I could just leave, might be best, as much as I like mischief, I don’t want to cause you any trouble Lawrence…” 

  some  one  word  prompts .    (    send   one   of   the   words   for   our   muses   to   interact   based   off   that   word   )

goodbye :  my  muse  kissing  and/or  hugging  your  muse  goodbye.

secrets :   my  muse  sharing/confiding  their  deepest,  darkest  secret  with  your  muse.

nightmare :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muses  aid  when  they  awake  from  a  nightmare.

push :   my  muse  pushing  your  muse  out  of  the  way  of  danger.

embrace :   my  muse  abruptly  throwing  their  arms  around  your  muse,  hugging  them  tightly.

bloody :   my  muse  coming  to  your  muse  with  blood  stains  on  their  clothes  and  hands,  shaking.

drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a  drunken  state.

bed :   my  muse  wakes  up  in  the  same  bed  as  your  muse  with  little  recollection  of  the  night  before.

slap :   my  muse  slaps  your  muse  across  the  face  out  of  anger.

gone :   my  muse  stays  by  your  muses  side  while  they  take  their  last  breath.

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

sleep :   my  muse  falls  asleep  on  your  muse,  making  it  hard  for  my  muse  to  leave.

stalk :   my  muse  gets  caught  by  your  muse  trailing  behind  them,  watching  them.

sacrifice :   my  muse  jumps  in  front  of  your  muse,  sacrificing  their  life  for  your  muses  life.

trail :   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scares,  asking  them  about  it.

love :   my  muse  confronts  your  muse  about  why  they  never  say  ’ i  love  you ’  back.

piggyback :   my  muse  jumps  on  your  muses  back,  my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride.

jump :   my  muse  runs  to  your  muse  and  jumps  up,  my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs.

dance :   my  muse  holds  their  hand  out,  waiting  for  your  muse  to  come  out  and  slow  dance  with  them.

carry :   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house,  either  drunk,  or  a  weakened  state,  can  specify. 

lighter :   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette.

shot :   my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses  house  for  aid.

wound :   my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten.

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

arrest :   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  with  swarming  police  everywhere.

hospital :   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened.

gun :  my  muse  pulls  out  a  gun  on  your  muse,  your  muse  tries  to  talk  them  into  putting  the  gun  down. 

betrayal :  my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them  in  same  way  and  confronts  them  about  it.

nude :  my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked.

karaoke :  my  muse  pulls  your  muse  up  on  stage  with  them  to  sing  some  karaoke  songs. 

laughter :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  laughing  uncontrollably  and  approaches  to  see  if  they  are  okay.

murder :   my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  committing  a  gruesome  murder.

wet :   my  muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for  your  muse  to  join  them.

He groaned slightly and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, sitting beside the demon, resting his head on his shoulder.

“You’re a dork, you know that? A loveable demon dork. You’re not so bad, you know. You’re secretly soft...!”

He chuckled slightly and ruffled his hair with a wink.

“I’m gonna go make a frappe, I’ll be back..”

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“BEETLE— IS THAT MY SHIRT? A N D SWEATPANTS ?

Beetlejuice. How many times have I told you? If you’re gonna steal my shit, at least have the balls to tell me! We’ve been over this! SO many times, Beetle!”

He’s certainly not mad, just slightly annoyed. But lucky for him, he washed his shot and stole that!

So outfit swap for the two of them ! Nice.

“Well I would if you were here, but you weren’t…?” 

He was sipping the tea again when he raised an eyebrow just a little at the other now, that shirt looked really familiar, a bit more white than the one  he, oh it seemed like it was a bit of a clothes swap day. 

“..Well one shirt looks good all cleaned up and oh you, also I have no comfy clothes and yours fit and I wanted to be comfy and drink tea I’m sorryy, it’s not like I can go out and get clothes Handsome, I can’t help it.” 

Another sip of tea, which the cup was empty by now but he’s got his hand up with a grin. 

“I promise to tell you when I borrow or well yeah totally steal your shit again.” 

Yeah he said that every time, but then again he was getting used to sort of living with someone. 

The rockstar hesitated and reached out towards his demon counterpart with a small sigh.

“You scared me there, Beetle. It’s not like I WANTED to stop hugging you.”

He slowly advanced towards the bio-exorcist before tugging him into a tight embrace.

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The demon didn't want it to end, he wanted to continue like this, he didn't want to imagine that one hour he would have to let go and feel alone again, sincerely, Beetlejuice hated to admit it but he had already tried to hug his own clones and had already tried to do his own clones hug him, it wasn’t the same thing, certainly the feeling was different, when he hugged the rock star he felt good, he felt happy, everything was so good, the smell, the hug, the comfort, but at the same time it made him sad and angry imagining that it could end, Beetlejuice's nails started to get bigger and sharper, his hands were gripping the rock star's clothes as if Beetlejuice's 'non-life' depended on this.

"I'm sure my Lydia would provoke me and laugh a lot ... Could we do this every day ... Maybe?"

Beetlejuice took another deep breath “Why are we like this? ... So... How’s life for a rockstar? I thought women and men would throw themselves at your feet or something like that. ”

The rockstar only chuckled  , choking slightly as his grip on the demon loosened.        “Hey.. Are you feeling alright? You seem... tense.”

He was very cautious now, as the music teacher slowly pulled his hands off his waist and to his sides. He was s l i g h t l y uncomfortable , but he could deal. For now.

now Beetlejuice we talk about this with you being alive now you can’t play these kinda pranks no more

“You made it yourself, didn’t you? C’mon bug boy, We can go together!”

Placing the mug on the table, careful as to not spill the drink, he grabbed his hand and pulled him into his arms with a wide grin, booping his nose with a chuckle.

“C’mon, grab your mug.

I’ll go and get you a refill.”

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He groaned slightly and pinched the bridge of his nose with a sigh, sitting beside the demon, resting his head on his shoulder.

“You’re a dork, you know that? A loveable demon dork. You’re not so bad, you know. You’re secretly soft…!”

He chuckled slightly and ruffled his hair with a wink.

“I’m gonna go make a frappe, I’ll be back..”

Of course the demon was pouting, but he did settle into Lawrence sat beside him, head on his shoulder as he looked over to him, keeping still as much as he could to be able to look at the other, the handsome dork. 

He was confused slightly by the compliment, but he was starting to get used to them from his past self, knowing if anyone out there wasn’t going to manipulate him was himself at least he had hoped he was right in that. 

He groans when the other ruffled his hair, the already organised mess of green hair, but still he is smiling when the other left, he was happy, he wasn’t sure he’d ever feel that feeling again after everything, but here in this moment, the demon did feel it’s fleeting warmth in his hear. 

“Okay Terminator, would you mind making me more tea though, Pleaseeeeee?”