Un Coléoptère Dans La Neitherworld

Never thought I'd ever write another Beetlejuice fic but this idea was just screaming at me! XD Goes hand in hand with my Un Monstre A Paris obsession. So I hope you enjoy my little AU fic. Keep in mind, I am just taking some elements from UMAP, so this whole thing will have some originality to it.

Enjoy! x3

It was a dark and stormy night at a castle in The Neitherworld. Not just any castle, mind you. It was the castle where the Prince of The Neitherworld lived. A gloomy, young looking boy named Vince. He was sitting on his throne; lying really. He was reading a book entitled 'Tragic Tragedies' Such sad stories he loved to read. Oddly enough, they kept him calm. All of a sudden, one of his servants broke through the huge double doors. For some strange reason, his underwear was over his head.

"Sire!" He yelled, read in the face with anger.

Vince jumped up with a concerned face as his servant stomped toward him. Vince placed his book on his royal chair and walked closer. He turned his head, "Is there something ...wrong?"

The servant pointed to his head, "That wretched prisoner of yours! He did this to me!"

The Prince blinked, "Oh, dear. I see.." Just then, he was handed a paper with a banana on it, "What is this?"

The servant's face relaxed and he folded his hands, "That is his last 'a peel', Your Majesty. You know what must be done"

Prince Vince nodded, "He must be fed to the Sandworms..."

The Prince felt a little bad for this prisoner but it could not be helped. He was nothing but trouble and wasn't doing anything to help his case. So, off the Prince went with his appeal in hands, down to the deepest part of his castle; to the dungeon inside his dungeon. Yes, it was that maximum security. All the guards bowed as he passed by. He finally reached a large metal gate and final guard. Prince Vince nodded at him and he opened the gate. Now, he was in a large hallway. At the end of this hallway was a dark cell. He walked towards it, cautiously. This prisoner was a tricky fellow.

"Be—" The Prince started but stopped himself. No, he mustn't say his name. His name is what gives him his power. Call him anything but his name. Vince straightened out his paper and cleared his throat. "Mr. Juice…"

Bright yellow eyes glowed at the sound of his voice. It was so dark, that they seemed like a night light. Definitely spooked the Prince to make him shudder a bit. His eyes lowered as he saw something else glowing; the prisoner's hands. Mr. Juice raised his hands causing Prince Vince to bite his fingernails a bit. However, to his surprise and relief, all he did was shoot a torch that was on the wall in his cell.

"Man, that was driving me crazy! I like the dark 'bout as much as any old spook but guy's gotta see where he's going! I swear, pranking gets harder every day without the right lighting! The agaaaaain, the best ones can be pulled off in the dark! Heh, heh, heh." The prisoner rubbed his hands together as he floated in mid-air, " 'Course, I'm getting nowhere with my magic being bound to this cell!"

"Actually, that's what I'm-" Vince started but was interrupted by him.

Mr. Juice pushed his arm through the cell and put an arm around the Prince; buddy-buddy like, "Hey, let's make a deal…I mean, let me out and I'll give the grossest collection of toenails you've ever seen! 100 years and a guy can accumulate quite a bit. Know what I mean? Pfft!" He laughed, hoping he would go for it.

Vince blinked, totally confused, "Toe…nails? ...Surely, you jest"

"No…but I can!" Mr. Juice changed into a black and white, striped jesters outfit and began juggling 3 of his heads, "I'll be the best jester this side of the Central Neitherworld! I can juggle, do magic tricks…" he leaned back and laughed, "Like, disappearing acts or even pulling a wool over your eyes, hahaha!"

Vince stepped back, "No, I don't think so…"

"C'mon, someone's gotta bring the afterlife back to this droopy castle! Stop acting like wearing a grin is a sin!" Mr. Juice yelled, now wearing his usual clothes again; black and white striped pants and a dark pink, long sleeved shirt, along with black boots and a dark grey coat that matched his hat. He also had on a dark red scarf, "You can't keep me in here forever…A century is long enough!"

"I couldn't agree more!" Prince Vince nodded.

The prisoner's eyes widened. He was in shock. He was actually going to be let go! "Alright, Princy! Glad to see you've finally come to your senses!" He wiped his nails on his coat and closed his eyes, "Now, just give me half you fortune and I'm suuuure we can put all this behind us…"

"Um…that's not what I meant…" Vince told him and held up the paper.

Beetlejuice opened his eyes took look at what was in front of him, "What in the Neitherworld—"

"It's your last appeal…" Vince answered.

Mr. Juice picked up the peel, "Banana peel, that is…" He stared back up at Vince and the Prince continued to speak.

"I'm sorry but it's been declined. No one in the Neitherworld wants you back and all you cause is trouble. So, I'm afraid, it's Sandworm Land for you…Do, forgive me"

His eyes bugged out of his head, "WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT? Nononono!" Mr. Juice jumped onto the prison cell bars, grabbing at Prince Vince's shirt, "Anywhere but there! C'mon! You gotta believe me! I'm a good guy, honest! I wouldn't hurt a fly!" He transformed into a fly and his voice got squeaky, "Well, unless you count those three I had for breakfast…" He changed back to normal and in the same position, "But c'mon. I did my time! Lemme, out, lemme out, lemme ooooout!"

All of sudden, guards rushed into the area and pushed him and he fell on his back. Groaning, he sat up, glaring at them. "Why I oughta-"

The guards checked out the Prince, "Are you alright, Sire?"

"No, I am not alright..." He raised a hand and put it on his head so dramatically, "It is always my tortured soul that has to deal with such unruly prisoners. It is I who decides their fate and this one has come to an end. Why must even life after death be so cruel?" It began to rain and everyone was getting soaked.

One guard spoke quietly to the other as he shielded himself from the rain with a hand, "He gets this way every time we deal with a prisoner…"

"What a bummer!" The other guard said a little too loudly and it started to rain harder.

"Nice going!" The other yelled.

"Oh, shut up!" The guard yelled back and bonked him on the head. With that, they proceeded to walk out with the Prince.

Inside his cell, this doomed prisoner took a gulp, "Oh, man! What do I do now? I think this is one jam I won't get out of…" With that statement he turned into a jar of jelly and a terrified look on his face. Who could save him? What Vince had said was true. No one wanted him! He was all alone. So, he had better come up with some kind of plan soon or let's face it, he's Sandworm food!

This is my first chapter XD I haven't written chapter stories in such a looong time so I hope this is long enough to start with! I'm really getting into writing this story so I hope you guys enjoy this! X3 More soon!