Disclaimer: I don't own anything non-orginal, everything else is mine.
Foreword: This will be the final (read "FINAL") song titled fic, and this might be the last of this style. This doesn't mean I'm quiting fanfiction, it's the other way round, I'm delving even "DEEPER" into it! This will (I hope) be the last time I'll use a "freestyle" method, it might have served me well in the past (and kind of P.O.'ed me too) by creating creative pairings (Blossom/Princess, Black lady/Mimete, Buster/Elmyra) the fics began to look semilare, after this the publish fanfiction will be longer, less SI-erty, more ploted and hopefully better.
I'm screwed.
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Claire brewster stood there at the chain linked fence gazing at the water of the lake, things have been pretty hellish for her.
It wasn't easy for her, having feelings for her archenemy, learning about the fact she has someone the hard way.
(*She hates me*) Claire thought, as her smooth forehead bang against the fance while her fingers curled the cold metal. (*There's only one thing left to do, Claire*) she thought as tears ran down her cheeks.
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The creatures ran about her, each shouting something she can't understand. Claire sat in the unconfertible chair as the creatures, who were ether black, blue or red and have horns that wore tiger print clothes, ran about the place with ether paperwork, cel-phones or both. The place she wound up at was nothing like the places she heard about after you die, it had low celings, pure white floors and walls and desks with stacks of papers and computer equipment everywhere.
Claire looked down at the clipboard that one of the creature handed her the second she sat down in the cheap red plastic chair, it like the ones that the doctor's give you in the waiting room.
"Brewster, Claire" Claire took notice at her name anounce over the PA system, "report to room #35". She set off for room #35, which took a half hour to find because it tucked nicely between the men's room and the janitor's closet. Inside was a flimsy metal table (it can't be actually called a "desk") with piles and piles of papers (which covered the poor sap that got this crumy job), there were two chairs, one there sat a very large spider that was pink, wore tap-dancing shows and a top hat. Claire wasn't freaked out, she was already weirded out so a tap-dancng spider really didn't seem out of place.
"Take a seat" the being under the papers said, Claire did. "Now" the paper being said as a arm shot out of the top of the stack, whatever he looked like he must be tacky. "Ginger" the spider took notice, "there are over 200 reports of you disturbing the peace" "but I was just practicing" Ginder the tap-dancing spider said. "I heard otherwise, but you can pay for this easy." the being point at Claire throught the bottom of the papers, "you show this kid the ropes and it'll be all payed off, slowly" they, Claire and ginger, looked at each other then at the paperstack, "how slowly?" Ginger asked.
The being chuckled, "23 dallors per year, but there's a catch". Ginger open her mouth but a soft glow took over her body, "WHA!?" Ginger said before she changed.
Insted of being a spider she was a human girl with pink hair and pink eyes with pale skin, Claire was wide eyed, red faced, drooling and having a server nose bleed. Wondering why it was brisk Ginger looked down, tap shoes and a top hat, that's it. Ginger's face trued pure red as her eyes blazed with wild fury.
"PERVERTS!!" was heard clearly alround the office.
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Beetlejuice and lydia were outsider BJ's roadhouse, they had just finished their date when there was a loud explosion coming from the back of the place, a flaming tire rolled by while two voices emege from the house.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THAT!!" one Lydia reconized as Claire, "YOU HAD THE STUPID THING SET AT THE WRONG TEMP, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FROZEN AFTER EIGHT HOURS!" Lydia and beetlejuice looked at each other then turn and headed for the nearst holtel, it was best not to get in the middle of a war.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Claire shouted, "YOU DIDN'T WHEN YOU STARED AT MINE!" Ginger resorted.
Foreword: This will be the final (read "FINAL") song titled fic, and this might be the last of this style. This doesn't mean I'm quiting fanfiction, it's the other way round, I'm delving even "DEEPER" into it! This will (I hope) be the last time I'll use a "freestyle" method, it might have served me well in the past (and kind of P.O.'ed me too) by creating creative pairings (Blossom/Princess, Black lady/Mimete, Buster/Elmyra) the fics began to look semilare, after this the publish fanfiction will be longer, less SI-erty, more ploted and hopefully better.
I'm screwed.
***********************
Claire brewster stood there at the chain linked fence gazing at the water of the lake, things have been pretty hellish for her.
It wasn't easy for her, having feelings for her archenemy, learning about the fact she has someone the hard way.
(*She hates me*) Claire thought, as her smooth forehead bang against the fance while her fingers curled the cold metal. (*There's only one thing left to do, Claire*) she thought as tears ran down her cheeks.
***********************
The creatures ran about her, each shouting something she can't understand. Claire sat in the unconfertible chair as the creatures, who were ether black, blue or red and have horns that wore tiger print clothes, ran about the place with ether paperwork, cel-phones or both. The place she wound up at was nothing like the places she heard about after you die, it had low celings, pure white floors and walls and desks with stacks of papers and computer equipment everywhere.
Claire looked down at the clipboard that one of the creature handed her the second she sat down in the cheap red plastic chair, it like the ones that the doctor's give you in the waiting room.
"Brewster, Claire" Claire took notice at her name anounce over the PA system, "report to room #35". She set off for room #35, which took a half hour to find because it tucked nicely between the men's room and the janitor's closet. Inside was a flimsy metal table (it can't be actually called a "desk") with piles and piles of papers (which covered the poor sap that got this crumy job), there were two chairs, one there sat a very large spider that was pink, wore tap-dancing shows and a top hat. Claire wasn't freaked out, she was already weirded out so a tap-dancng spider really didn't seem out of place.
"Take a seat" the being under the papers said, Claire did. "Now" the paper being said as a arm shot out of the top of the stack, whatever he looked like he must be tacky. "Ginger" the spider took notice, "there are over 200 reports of you disturbing the peace" "but I was just practicing" Ginder the tap-dancing spider said. "I heard otherwise, but you can pay for this easy." the being point at Claire throught the bottom of the papers, "you show this kid the ropes and it'll be all payed off, slowly" they, Claire and ginger, looked at each other then at the paperstack, "how slowly?" Ginger asked.
The being chuckled, "23 dallors per year, but there's a catch". Ginger open her mouth but a soft glow took over her body, "WHA!?" Ginger said before she changed.
Insted of being a spider she was a human girl with pink hair and pink eyes with pale skin, Claire was wide eyed, red faced, drooling and having a server nose bleed. Wondering why it was brisk Ginger looked down, tap shoes and a top hat, that's it. Ginger's face trued pure red as her eyes blazed with wild fury.
"PERVERTS!!" was heard clearly alround the office.
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Beetlejuice and lydia were outsider BJ's roadhouse, they had just finished their date when there was a loud explosion coming from the back of the place, a flaming tire rolled by while two voices emege from the house.
"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH THAT!!" one Lydia reconized as Claire, "YOU HAD THE STUPID THING SET AT THE WRONG TEMP, IT WOULD HAVE BEEN FROZEN AFTER EIGHT HOURS!" Lydia and beetlejuice looked at each other then turn and headed for the nearst holtel, it was best not to get in the middle of a war.
"DON'T TOUCH THAT!" Claire shouted, "YOU DIDN'T WHEN YOU STARED AT MINE!" Ginger resorted.