~Well, I return to all with a new story and far better skills than I had years ago. Anyway, let's get things clear before we get on with this little tale. In this, I will have myself inserted for the addition of my fursona self made the idea come to mind that of course will be this lovely fanfic and I will be presented in the third person just for the sake of the story's feeling to be better off. That being said, I would also like to make the point that a nostalgia kick is what brought the urge about to even come up with a story line for this. Please, bare with my insanity. Anywho, enough of this author's chatting. Let's carry on.~
Disclaimer: I take no ownership of the creation known as Beetlejuice and its characters. All rights go to Tim Burton for the amazing creation.
Prologue
Bright skies adorn the day as birds are chirping away and people of the little town carry on here and there with their own lives. After all, not much is expected of the Peaceful Pines community. At least, that's what most citizens would think of this place, but unfortunately for them, they have yet to realize the hidden insanity within a particular area where a little, pleasant house sits up on a hill. At first glance, it appears normal, nothing out of the ordinary or anything. Just a simple house. However, as said, there's hidden insanity here that only a select few know of and whereas, another newcomer is about to discover the full extent of, opposed to what is already known.
Off a small distance from the aforementioned house, came the sound of rustling and what would sound like metallic tags jingling. Perhaps, just another lost canine as the cause of the general noise making, a canine in which had been acting quite strangely as it or more accurately, she made herself visible from the frustrating shrub she was and had been hidden in. Said animal crept slowly toward the house, looking as if to be in thought while doing so and sniffing the air when she got close enough. The other thing that made this so called dog all the more odd is the fact that she was quite big in size. Almost near the size of a wolf or at least inbetween a usual large dog breed and a wolf. She was colored with a solid light brown with markings of a common brown or possibly even darker brown. Moving up the steps toward the porch, the canine or in this case, wolfdog sniffed about even more and soon lifted her ears up to the sound of footsteps coming closer to the front door. The animal scrambled from side to side a bit as if in a panic of minimal proportions before coming to a quick halt and sitting on her hindquarters, playing the typical lost dog card as the door was soon opened by a woman with red hair.
The woman herself blankly stared for a moment at the rather big canine in front of her. A big creepy, yet rather cheesy grin soon grew upon her face as her eyes bulged in what appeared to be utter excitement too. Within a few seconds, a high pitch squeal was emitted from the woman as she quickly grabbed the big canine in her arms, squeezing quite tightly. The animal herself, however, was gasping a little for air in the events of the woman's squeezing and twinging an eye at the squealing too. "Oh, what a precious, cute, adorable, pudgy, fluffy, big doggy woggy. I simply love you to bits and must bring you inside." The woman proclaimed in girly glee, too much girly for the wolfdog's comfort as she was brought into the home and practically dragged into a decent sized den with a large bookcase to the side, next to a loveseat in front of a window. On the said loveseat, sat a man with blonde hair, trembling a bit as if having a hard time being calm and cool. "Charles, look what I found out on our doorstep." The woman chimed to the man, obviously deemed Charles. The man looked up right away and soon began sneezing right away, trying to speak inbetween. "D-Delia, AHCHOO, why do you have, AHCHOO, that dog in here?" The woman known as Delia simply giggled and replied with. "Oh, Charles, you know how much I love dogs and you know what happened with the last dog I was wanting to keep."
The wolfdog in Delia's arms seemed to hold an intrigued look on her face at the mention of there being a prior dog, one that she seemed recall as if having heard of the incident from elsewhere. Charles sighed in response to Delia whom was made obvious as his wife. He continued sneezing as he stood, having no intent of saying another word in discussion on the now acclaimed new dog as he made haste to leave the den. Delia then chose this time to set the big wolfdog down upon the floor as she said in a cutesy tone. "Now, you behave my new doggy woggy and I'll come back soon with some new items for you. Good thing that you have a collar already too." She bent down a moment to read off the tag, before continuing. "Katie, hmm, that's your name, I see. But there's not an address or any other information on there. Though, instead there is this little teal colored jewel attached. Quite a intriguing little doggy woggy you are." She giggled like a little school girl as she stood straight up again and headed back the way she came. Only stopping briefly before she completely left to say. "My daughter will just love you too. If you wish to find her yourself, doggy, then you'll find her upstairs in her room." With that, Delia then left to go to the pet store as could be indicated from what she said prior.
Now, since the canine was finally alone again, Katie made her focus to investigate a bit before taking an interest in meeting the woman's daughter. She took several minutes to get through nearly the entire house, looking around and sniffing too. She had took notice of a black cat in the home while wandering about. Said feline, gave a terrified look to her, giving sign that it didn't enjoy the last dog that Delia claimed to have before. Katie tilted head her in confusion to the cat and gave a message through her expression as if to say, 'No need for fearing, I won't harm you.' This little message itself made the cat relax as he soon took his own leave from her. She shook her head a little as if amused and then made way to explore the upstairs, intending to meet the daughter while she was up there too. Another few minutes passed as the upstairs was now explored, aside from the room of Delia's daughter. The thoroughly interested wolfdog was now in what would appear as thought from her face as she stood in front of the slightly open bedroom door to the daughter's room, moving cautiously to peak in briefly before nudging it slowly to open. Carefully, she entered the room whist moving her sights and head upward to properly notice a girl of maybe fifteen or sixteen, staring into a small vanity to the side. With a few moments of the canine's staring, the girl turned to look in her direction and seemed to just look a tad surprised at the fact there was a large wolfdog in her bedroom or even in her home in general. One thing was for sure about this particular moment though and that being the fact that the insanity was going to maybe get a little more, well, insane for this household's day.
