Author's Note: Ok, I'll post chapter 2 in the same day. Why not? After all, Chapter 1 was strictly all on the villains. Lol. Hope you're enjoying it so far. I do hope the BJ and Lydia segment isn't too hammy or corny. I would think that, as Lydia gets older, BJ would think that she wouldn't mind him being a little more blunt and/or forward about some things. Not to mention, I did say that this is a BJ/Lydia but I'm planning on them actually getting together somewhere toward the end of this.
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Chapter 2: Evening Plans
Though she was a good student, 18-year-old Lydia Deetz was always glad when school let out for the day. Good grades or not, she didn't exactly consider lectures as a fun time. Not that she wasn't goal oriented. After all, she intended on a career based on photography. But it was hard not to get excited about having her two oldest friends, Bertha and Prudence, over for a sleepover.
Unfortunately for her, life at Peaceful Pines High wasn't totally peaceful as she still shared classes with her rich nemesis, Claire Brewster. The blonde snob still tended to make Lydia's social life hell. But the Goth endured, mostly due to the support of her growing group of friends. The continuing adventures with a certain undead best friend led to her gaining enough confidence to put herself out there and be more social, no matter what Claire said.
But now, all she wanted to do was spend some quality time with her oldest friends. She smiled as she drove her little black and purple Subaru (yes, a custom paint job) into the Deetz's driveway, thinking of the good ol' days when she would ride her bike home to say a certain name three times. Of course, she still maintained very constant contact with Beetlejuice, but there had been so many moments that made her smile whenever she thought of him.
"Hi, Dad! Hey Delia" she said automatically as she entered, knowing her father and stepmom would be around somewhere. Sure enough, Charles Deetz was sitting on his armchair, eating a light snack while watching the daytime replay of the previous night's Colbert Report. 'Chicken Liver' Chuckie, as a certain spectre still called him, was still a fearful man, but not as cowardly as he used to be. Being used to the actions of the Deetz's handyman, Beetleman, had that effect. He had managed to slim down a little over time, but other than that and his hair beginning to grey, he looked the same.
"Hi pumpkin!" said Charles, smiling at his pride and joy. "Tonight's the big sleepover, huh?"
"Well, I don't know about it being big. It's just Bertha and Prudence" Lydia giggled, taking her shoes off and setting them by the door with the others.
"I know. But we did say that it would be ok to invite some of your other friends. It's not often life gives you a chance to throw a party."
"Yes, but they say that college parties are better!" she immediately replied, causing both of them to laugh before Lydia climbed the stairs toward her room.
Lydia's bedroom had undergone a few changes over the years, but the gothic style that she had made her own was still there. Same large bed with curtains, same purple window curtains, same vanity mirror. Her walls were slightly more decorated with posters and pictures that she took. She had saved enough money to get herself an Xbox 360 (a black one, of course). Her game collection varied due to her letting BJ get into gaming too. Why else would a girl like her own the disgraced Duke Nukem Forever? Not every game lets you use actual human shit as a weapon, but that's another story.
She lightly tossed her backpack on her bed and pulled her shirt off, needing to change into something more comfortable. The lacy black bra she wore hid a pair of suitable B-cup breasts, fitting for her slender frame. A part of her wondered what Beetlejuice thought of her appearance. It wasn't the first time that a thought like that crossed her mind and, as always, a slew of confusing emotions followed. First, slight disgust due to Beetlejuice being undead. Next, a little shame since she knows that the only difference between the living and the intelligent undead (as compared to the mindless kind such as zombies) is only the lack of a heartbeat. Thirdly, her ever-growing young libido would ponder what would happen if he was indeed attracted to her. (What 18-year-old didn't have fantasies?) After all, dead or not, she does find the idea of giving herself to someone she knew practically her entire life to be quite romantic.
She blushes as she looks in the vanity mirror, thinking of her best friend. Out of curiosity, she gently pushes her breasts together as if to try and make them look bigger. She sighs, remembering how Claire would always flaunt her firm D-cups whenever she felt like teasing Lydia in the gym locker room.
"Hey Babes, how's…WOW!"
Beetlejuice just HAD to pick that very moment to check in on his favorite mortal. It wasn't intentional, of course. Just happened to be the luck of the draw. He wanted to see her, like always, but this time, he got to see quite a bit of his pretty friend. He wasn't sure when he started to think of her as more than a best friend. Perhaps it was the fact that of all the women in the Neitherworld, she was the only one that always stuck by him, no matter how scummy he was. Maybe it was her blossomed figure as she grew toward womanhood. Most likely, it's both reasons. But of course, he won't admit it. He would claim his macho pride as a reason, but deep down, he felt that there would be a strong chance that she would be repulsed by his non-living state. Little did he know…
"Umm… Hi, Beej…" squeaked Lydia, frozen in shock at the knowledge that she was sporting one of her kinkier bras and her hands were still squishing her boobs together.
"Lookin' good, Lyds! You know how to press a guy's buttons!" he cackled, pulling apart his pinstriped jacket to reveal a set of random buttons on his chest. A disembodied copy of Lydia's right hand proceeds to rapidly button-mash while random video game sound effects play. Lydia lets her chest go and laughs at his display. Whatever the case, he really seemed to know how to make her feel better.
"So, you like the view, huh?" she asked, smirking as she put her hands on her hips.
"You nuts, babes?" he asked, Lydia-shaped peanuts rained on his head. "Claire may have the tits, but that's all she has."
"How'd you know she's been teasing me again?"
"Aside from the fact that I change clothes more often than she changes targets…" he paused to smell his own stench. A foghorn sounded… "it's kinda obvious when a chick looks at herself in the mirror, wondering if she should trade her body in for a new one…"
"Sorry, BJ."
"Pfft… Don't be, babes! That li'l tease was the best thing I've seen today!"
"So I AM ugly, is that it?" she frowned, knowing his preference for disgusting things.
"Wha? NO! What?! I can't like sexy ghouls too? Jeez, my best friend thinks I'm so one-dimensional about gross!" he said, turning into a one-dimensional puny dot. "Oops…"
"Sexy? Me…?" she wondered. She always thought she looked halfway-decent and some of the guys at school would look (when Claire wasn't trying to attract them), but no one ever called her sexy before.
"One second, babes. I need a moment to… hmm…. Expand my image!" said the floating tiny dot, the pun succeeding in turning him back to his normal form. "Alright! Ya were sayin'?"
Lydia giggled. "Beetlejuice… C'mon, you think I'm beautiful?"
"Hey, what can I say? You've really bloomed into quite the eyeful!" he exclaimed, his head turning into a giant eye that began staring at a giant rose that had Lydia's head in its center.
"Aww… How sweet of you!" the Goth girl replied, genuinely touched.
"Yuck! Babes, don't say that!" the poltergeist stuck his finger down his throat, faux-gagging.
"Whatever, Beej. Thank you for the compliment" she grinned.
"Ahh, you'll get some guy someday" Beetlejuice said reassuringly. 'Wish I could be that guy…' he mentally grumbled. He knew better than to act on it…or so he thinks.
"Yeah… Maybe that guy's closer than I think" she replied with a smirk, wondering if she should say something, put the idea out there. After all, he seemed to thoroughly enjoy the sight she accidentally gave him. Promising herself that she'd give the idea some serious thought, she turned around and went to her closet to pick out a more casual attire.
"So, wanna do somethin'?" The mischievous poltergeist leaned forward on the mirror, watching her walk away. He couldn't help but take notice of her long legs and cute ass, even though she had black jean-shorts on. (It wouldn't be BJ without him acting a little perverted.)
"Sorry, BJ, but Bertha and Prudence are coming over for a sleepover tonight" she answered, pulling on a baggy Rolling Stones shirt. The jean-shorts would stay. She began to pull her hair up to assemble her usual topknot.
"Can Betty be involved? There's really nothing much going on in the Neitherworld right now."
"Beej!" Lydia groaned, failing to hold back an amused smirk. "I would like this to be incident-free, just a night with my oldest friends" Then, she saw the look on his face. Once again, she could never figure out how a poltergeist with a penchant for the disgusting could manage to pull off that classic puppy-dog look that no one could refuse. "Sigh… But I guess I shouldn't exclude you. After all, out of the three of you, you're the oldest friend I have… literally!" she giggled at the annoyed look on his face. "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice BEETLEJUICE!"
"Alright!" sneered the ghost with the most as he floated through the mirror into her room. Soon, once again, it would be showtime!
Unfortunately for Peaceful Pines, another kind of show would also open soon…..
BJSHBJSHBJSHBJSH
It has been five days since Lipscum informed the other members of SNOTRAG about the demented town and its grotesque horrors, three days since they dared venture out to Silent Hill to scout it out (no thanks to the town's dark aura weakening the barrier between worlds), two days since their narrow escape, and one day since their research yielded a way to inflict Silent Hill's horrors onto a different Otherworld place.
"Nyaah, by the time the curse is in full effect, that Deetz girl will pay and Beetlejoke will be to blame! Nyahaha!" chortled Bartholomew, spreading his bat-wings for dramatic effect.
"It is no less than what he deserves, that unruly ruffian!" pouted Miss Warden as she eyed the curse's components with a wary nervousness. She had changed her mind about the human girl's punishment when the others agreed to find a way to frame Beetlejuice for it. Her apprehension about the components was not surprising, since the items included the standards of demonic fare: A big pentagram on the ground, red candles placed at certain intervals, goblets of blood, a skull or two, an actual black heart, a brain from a truly disturbed individual, and the oddest piece of all, a well-crafted display model of Peaceful Pines itself.
"Yes, see? And if anything were to happen to all the other mortals in that town, which most certainly will…" mused Mr. Big, skimming the very same book that Lipscum had found for them.
"Then all the more laughs for us! Right, Fuzzo?" Scuzzo burst out laughing. He could really be sadistic when he wanted to…
"What the hell are we waiting for then? High Noon? Let's get a move on, pardners…" grumbed Jesse as he carefully moved the model town to the center of the pentagram.
"Well said, cowpoke. Nyaah!" quipped Bartholomew as he crammed the insane brain into a skull as the instructions said. He then placed the creepy cranium on the model, on top of a 'hill' with its jaws open.
Scuzzo honked his horn and laughed as Fuzzo grabbed the blackened heart and placed it on the model, in the middle of a store's parking lot, not too far from the skull. Another step closer…
Miss Warden, a bit nauseous about her part, grabbed the goblets of forcibly-taken blood and pattered over to the model. Mr. Big, the dramatics of his role on display, raised his arms as if about to 'juice' someone himself.
"Powers of the cruelest dark, taker of life, purveyor of sin… This mortal town we offer to you dark gods as nourishment for your vast dominion. Curse those that have repulsed your vision of fear and loathing. Rend those that dare to feel remorse for indulging in the sacred sins! From Hell's black heart, I curse thee, Peaceful Pines, SEE?!"
As he spoke the dreadful words, Miss Warden slowly poured the goblets into the open mouth of the skull. As the speech finished and the goblets emptied, the skull's eyes began to glow red and the black heart began beating. The candle flames flickered as if a gust of wind was blowing and the pentagram itself glowed a reddish-black. SNOTRAG backed away, hoping they didn't screw up.
The model town began to decay and change, becoming a twisted nightmare of its former self. The pentagram's round border seemed to exude an aura of some sort, perhaps a forcefield . The group (except for a cowering Lipscum who backed up against a wall) snickered, knowing that the Neitherworld's Least Wanted will finally take the big fall.
The slums of Los Diablos couldn't explain the dark crimson glow that suddenly emanated from the well-advertised HQ of SNOTRAG. But nobody cared. Death (like life) goes on…
Author's Note: And there's Chapter 2. Pardon SNOTRAG's little ceremony if it's nothing like other dark ceremonies often portrayed in horror stuff. Obviously, I'm no Satanist or any sort of Cultist (Thank goodness). So I improvised and managed to include a certain Movie-verse item for kicks. So the plot begins!
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