Beetlejuice sat in front of Juno, disdain for her running through him.

"And what will my punishment be, Juno?" He snickered, not afraid of the old woman.

"Your licence to scare will be revoked and you'll be sentenced to five years of community service. Your sentence will end early if you marry," Juno paused to take a drag from her cigarette, "If your sentence ends without you marrying your curse will be set on you again." SHe huffed on her cigarette. Beetlejuice sighed, and stood up, and Juno waved her hand. He disappeared.

Beetlejuice sat behind a stand. He had the worst job of all, selling scare supplies. No one bought scare supplies. There was no point in his job other than eternal boredom. He had only been doing this for two days and he already wanted to quit. He looked at the inventory. A creepy doll that a ghost could possess, floating knives, powder to let the living see you, and green fire. Nothing good. Beetlejuice could scare people without all this nonsense, or at least, he used to be able to. Now Beetlejuice was a scary as Barbara Maitlands and just as good looking, he thought to himself, fixing his black and white striped suit.

Beetlejuice knew he had to get out of the disaster he was in. If marriage was the only way out, then he'd get married. Beetlejuice never got married in his human life. He died at 20 (He aged a bit after he died), he should have gotten married, but he liked to fool around. Beetlejuice prefered being dead over being alive. He didn't enjoy his human life, which is why it ended so soon. He could have lived to 30, which was a good age to die at in the 17th century.

Beetlejuice wondered what his life would have been like if he hadn't died so soon. He would have married the young lady he was arranged to marry, had kids, and grown old. That wasn't the life he wanted. Maybe he was better off dead.

It had been two years. Beetlejuice hadn't seen another ghost in that long too. Nobody bought scare supplies. For a good reason too. Beetlejuice seemed confused as smoke appeared in the area in front of his stand. Could it be a customer?

Out of the smoke tumbled a woman in her twenties. She was tall with long light brown hair and the brightest green eyes he had ever seen. She was wearing a black ball gown that went up to her chin with black heels, black gloves, and a black veil that had been pushed back to reveal her face. Confusion sparkled in her eyes as she looked at Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice was reminded of Lydia Deetz for a moment.

"Uh, what the fuck?" She muttered, her eyes growing wide.

"When did you die?" he asked.

"I don't know how long ago, but it was December ninth."

"Hmm, today, were you a bad person in life?"

"Sorta, I got told by this lady named Juno that I need to become a better person before I can haunt." Beetlejuice nodded.

"What's your name, doll."

"Bellatrix," she paused a rolled her eyes,

"Like the star," They said in unison. Beetlejuice nodded,

"The name's Beetlejuice, like the star. I'm the ghost with the most, babe." Bellatrix nodded, and looked him up and down.

"You didn't die in that, did you?" Beetlejuice laughed.

"Nah, doll, I died before strips existed." Bellatrix chuckled.

"How did you die?" She asked, looking him over once again.

"I think that is a very personal question." Bellatrix nodded, then looked at her outfit. She made a funny face. Beetlejuice chuckled, he could get used to her.

"Morning, doll," Beetlejuice said, it was the next day and was interested in getting to know Bellatrix better. She was still in the strange black clothing as before.

"Do I have to wake up? I think I have a hangover." Beetlejuice chuckled, and hopped into the bed with her.

"Not a hangover, doll, you're dead." He grabbed a snake off one of the shelves and put it next to her. Bellatrix's eyes fluttered open, and Beetlejuice forgot how pretty they were. He had never seen eyes like hers.

"Ew," She whispered, looking at him, "Ever considered a shower? Maybe some cologne?" He chuckled,

"I could shower, couldn't I?" She nodded and placed the toy snake on his head. She rolled over, looking again at the outfit she was wearing.

"Did you die in that?" Beetlejuice asked.

"No, I was buried in it." Beetlejuice nodded,

"Reminds me of something my almost wife would wear." Bellatrix nodded and chuckled.

"Sounds like you had a fun life."

"No, uh, that happened two years ago, that's why I'm here." Beetlejuice and Bellatrix nodded.

"Is there a way I could wear something less hideous?" Bellatrix asked.

"Just think," Beetlejuice shrugged and Bellatrix did too. She closed her eyes. In the next moment Bellatrix was wearing blue jeans, a white t shirt, and black combat boots. A dark purple mark circled her neck.

"How did you die?" Beetlejuice asked, looking at her neck.

"Isn't that a personal question?" She chuckled, but looked sad.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours."

"Alright fine, you first." Beetlejuice chuckled, but his smile faded away.

"I hung myself."

"My boyfriend killed me. Made it look like I hung myself." Beetlejuice sighed.

"I'm sorry." Bellatrix nodded.

"It'll fade, right?" She asked, rubbing her neck.

"All things do with time," Beetlejuice wasn't used to be gentle with someone, and he sighed.