Hello! Welcome to my latest obsession, Beetlejuice the musical! So, I've decided to try my hand at writing a story, but before I really dive into that, I want to get a feel for all the characters and their dynamics. And that's where these little prompts come in. I plan on posting them as I go, so feel free to let me know what you think as I flesh out my OC Larissa. As a little background to this set up, Larissa is Lydia's older sister who managed to miss the entire fiasco due to being away at college.
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"Beetlejuice?" Larissa tested out as she looked between the green-haired demon and Lydia. While Beetlejuice was acting like a kid at Christmas, Lydia looked like she had swallowed a lemon due to the slip up.
"Oh yeah!" Beetlejuice exclaimed as he slid up to Larissa's side, all but ignoring Lydia now. "Three times! Say my name three times and we can have so much fun!"
"Like your fun last time," Lydia snapped as she glared at him. "I don't think so. You tried to kill everyone last time. We don't need that again." Her look didn't lighten as she shifted towards her sister. "Don't even think about it. Just forget his name and we can all go on as usual."
Larissa shifted slightly away from him as she tried to get out of his grip but still looked at her sister. "I can tell you really trust me, huh? That's why you were extra careful to never say his full name." She couldn't deny that she was hurt from that. But what did she expect? The teen had been pissed at her for ages really. Between Mom dying and then the move, Lydia felt like Larissa had abandoned her. Obviously acting like a recluse from the family and hiding away at college wasn't allowed.
"Low blow, Lyds, really," Beetlejuice butted in with a laugh. "Trust me, doll. All fun, no killing. Pinky promise!" His grin spread as he held up his pinky in front of Larissa.
"No," Larissa snapped as she pushed him off of her. "I'm out of here." She sent a final glare towards her sister before she left the room, seeking time to vent her anger and calm down.
Determined to be on her own, she marched down the hall and shut her door, leaning again it as she clenched her fist and slid down to the floor.
"Man, can you believe her?"
Larissa yelped as she brought a hand to her chest and stared wide-eyed at Beetlejuice as he smiled beside her, passed halfway through her wall. She glared before ignoring him.
"Hey, don't be mad at me! I'd have told you my name if I could. I know, it's a bummer we had to wait this long before you could bring me back and we could make out."
"Excuse me?" She couldn't help but look at him like he had two heads. "First off, I'm not making out with you. And second, I'm not bringing you back."
"But revenge! Tricks! And we can really get to know each other!" He winked as he phased the rest of the way into the room and sat in front of her.
"I don't need revenge."
"Sure you do!"
"No, I really don't. And I don't need to prove that she can't trust me."
"No offense, doll, but it's too late for that." Beetlejuice raised his hands quickly in defense at her glare. "Hear me out. She already doesn't trust you. How could it possibly get worse for you. But! But, but, but! I can gain all your trust! Say my name. Let me prove I can be trusted!" He continued when she didn't respond. "Come on! Please, girl, I'm begging. What have you got to lose? I promise! We'll have a blast!"
She couldn't deny that he kind of had a point, and that damn grin on his face was hard to deny. And honestly, he never seemed that bad. Definitely a flirt and a trickster, but where's the harm in that. Larissa looked down in thought before finally looking him in the eye. "Don't make me regret this," she threatened.
That was all he needed to jump up suddenly in joy. "Yes! You won't be sorry!"
"Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice."
He bounced on his feet as he stared down at her.
She took a breath. And barely above a whisper, "Beetlejuice."
"It's show time!" He screamed before he grabbed her suddenly in a kiss and grinned. And left in a confused daze, somehow she had to wonder just what she had truly unleashed.
