AN: Haha! This story has been stalking me since a month ago? It was like "I want to be written, damnit!" And I was like "Okay, hold on, let me finish these other 4!" And it was like "Fine." What is this story you ask? Beetlejuice/Lydia The Little Mermaid style! This first chapter is really just to set it up.

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Beetlejuice was bored. Not a very good thing for someone with his personality. He had already pranked several people that day, and his idea well had run dry. It didn't matter really, because the pranks today weren't all that enjoyable.

Since he was bored, he was quickly becoming annoyed. The poltergeist needed to think of something quick before he died a second time of boredom. So he thought for a moment. What was a sure fire way to get some laughs? He grinned. Annoying Juno was always good. So what was the quickest and easiest way to do that? Going to the Living Realm. Juno was always telling the ghosts to never trust the living, and it always got her panties in a bunch when someone decided to go top side.

Beetlejuice cringed. Why did he have to use the "panties in a bunch" phrase? He now had to deal with a rather disturbing mental image. One would think he'd be more careful with his thoughts.

After several bashes to his head, the ghost looked up at the Neitherworld sky. It would be night in the Living Realm, his favorite time. Now it was simply a question of where exactly he wanted to go. There were so many choices, and since Beetlejuice was never one to actually consider the various choices, he decided he'd just let his juice take him wherever.

He juiced himself to the Living Realm and looked around. A forest? Why a forest? There wasn't anything here except trees and cutesy woodland creatures. However, there had to be a reason why he showed up here. Perhaps there was something interesting amongst the trees, or maybe it was something outside the forest. Beetlejuice looked around one more time, trying to figure out which way to walk. Again, choices. Well, he thought, since my feet are pointin' that way, I might as well go that way.

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Princess Lydia stared out her window, looking towards the forest. She wanted to be there, not here, waiting to attend another boring dinner with the King, Queen, and other various nobles. They were all so boring and disgustingly . . . happy. It wasn't that Lydia didn't like happiness, she just didn't like it when it was fake. Or when it was in an annoying excess like her stepmother, Queen Delia. She honestly had no idea how her father, King Charles, could put up with that woman.

The late teenage girl walked over to her bed and flopped down on her back. Why did everything have to be so boring? What was life without any adventure? It wasn't any life, that's what. Lydia sighed, hoping in that one simple sound of expelled air, all her boredom would disappear.

"Will you quit actin' as if it's the end of the world, and you have yet to accomplish anythin'?"

Lydia turned her head and looked at her servant, Emily. The older blonde was glaring at the dark haired princess with her arms crossed.

"I'm sorry, Emily, but this whole life is just so dull! No excitement whatsoever."

"No, you just don't wanna go have dinner with those people."

"Can you blame me?"

"Not really," the blonde said with a grin. "I certainly don't envy that particular aspect of your life. So what is it you would rather do instead?"

Lydia closed her eyes. "I want to go in the forest," she said, knowing full well there was no way she could.

"Out there be monsters, Lydibug."

The princess smiled at the use of her nickname. Although, can it really be a nickname if it's longer than her real name? Perhaps it's more of a pet name.

Her eyes flew open as her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden and drastic shift of her bed. Emily was now laying next to her on her stomach. "But, what's life without a little danger?" the blonde asked with a grin.

Lydia rolled her eyes, but grinned as well. "It would be much of a life?"

"Exactly! So I says we should go out into that forest and have ourselves a mini adventure."

"But won't that get you in trouble with my parents?"

"Pfft! The threat of 'trouble' is half the fun," she said, her jade green eyes gleaming with mischief. She then pushed herself off the bed, grabbed Lydia's hands, and pulled her up as well. "Let's get your cloak, and we'll blow this joint!"

"But, Emily, how are we going to get out?"

"You leave that to me, Lydibug," she said with a wink.

Soon both Lydia and Emily were making their way through the kitchens to the servants quarters. Emily was silent in her soft boots, simple servant's dress, and cloak. Lydia, however, made little clicking sounds in her boots, and her black dress kept making various swooshing sounds. Even her long black cloak made noise as it grazed across the floor.

There were only a few people left in the kitchens since all the other servants were busy setting the tables. Whenever one of them gave the pair a questioning look, Emily would simply put her finger to her lips. They each would smile and nod, promising not to tell.

It wasn't long before the princess and servant found themselves at the edge of the forest.

"See? I told you I'd get us out," Emily said smugly.

"I never doubted you for a second!" Lydia exclaimed, quickly giving the older woman a hug. "Emily?"

"Hm?"

"What kind of monsters?"

Emily shrugged and looked into the trees. "Hmm, bad men, mostly. Rumors of creatures, but I ain't ever seen any of those."

"Oh."

"But we'll be fine as long as we don't go in too deep." Emily started walking and looked behind her once. "Come on, Lydibug, let's go!"

Lydia, grinning, followed.

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Beetlejuice had been wandering around, rather aimlessly. He had run into a trio of breathers and scared the shit out of them, but other than that, it was pretty damn boring.

He thought about leaving when he suddenly heard a scream.

Normally, he wouldn't have cared, but it seemed like some action, and since he was bored out of his--

"Whoa, hold on there, don't finish that thought," he said, holding his pale blond head to make sure his mind did stay.

He heard another scream, and rushed to the sound.

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"Damnit, Lydia," Emily mumbled. "How the hell am I suppose to make sure you're safe if you run off?!"

Emily had been talking about . . . something, she couldn't remember now, when she turned to look behind her and noticed the princess wasn't there. Honestly, where did that girl go?

However, her question was answered when she heard a scream.

"Damnit!" she yelled as she tried to trace the sound to its source.

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Actually, Lydia had paused to admire some dark purple roses. "Deadly-vu," she had whispered. When she had looked up to tell Emily, she found herself alone. "Uh-oh, this isn't good." Lydia had turned in a full circle, and could not see any signs indicating which way her friend had went. They had been going in a straight line, though. Perhaps Emily had continued that way. The princess took one last look and walked, quickly, forward.

Instead of Emily, Lydia found herself in the company of three men. One that looked like a weasel, a fat one, and a plain old creepy one. They looked at her with a feral grin, and Lydia backed up, somehow managing to put a tree up against her back.

"My, my, aren't you a pretty one," said Creepy, as he slowly walked towards her.

Lydia whimpered and slid down the trunk. "Please don't hurt me."

"There are such things a 'good hurt', sweet one."

Lydia did the only thing she could think of. She screamed, praying to whatever god was out there that Emily, or at least someone good, would hear her.

The princess screamed again, louder, when Creepy grabbed her arm roughly. She was about to bite him when a huge black shadow slammed into the man's companions.

Creepy turned to look at the other two, who lay motionless on the forest floor. The shadow was now in front of him, and took the form of a large black and white stripped snake.

"Let. Her. Go," the snake hissed.

Creepy gulped, and turned his gaze back to his companions, then Lydia, and finally the snake.

"Not fast enough, buddy," the snake said before he quickly bit into the man's shoulder.

The man let go of Lydia and crumpled to the ground, holding his bleeding shoulder.

Lydia looked at the snake, total adoration in her eyes. She was about to ask his name when Emily finally found them.

"Damnnit, Lydia! Why the hell did you run off?! You should have told me!"

"I'm sorry, Emily, I got distracted by some roses." She smiled. "They were beautiful! A deep, rich, purple!"

Emily looked at the three unconscious men. "And what the hell happened here?"

Lydia turned to look for her savior, but he was no where is sight. "Um, some shadow snake thing saved me. . ."

Emily rolled her eyes and helped the girl to her feet. "Come on, let's go back to the castle."

The princess allowed the blonde to lead her away.

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Beetlejuice whistled as he watched the dark haired girl leave. "Lydia, huh?"

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AN: Well, what do you think? Fun fact: you have no idea how many times I almost wrote (typed?) Nightshade instead of Emily. Sigh. That's going to get annoying. I don't know how soon I can have the next chapter up because I am now writing two stories at once. This one get typed right up, and the other one is all about Nightshade, and that one gets written first then typed. So yeah, a little crazy. Therefore, the updates may take a little longer.