Chapter 6
A few hours later, Beetlejuice and Lydia reappeared in Lydia's bedroom. "What a great concert! The Stones really brought the house down," said Beetlejuice. "Yeah. But I'm glad no one was hurt when the roof caved in," said Lydia with a yawn. Beetlejuice yawned as well.
"Well, I'd better be going home," he said. "You look pretty tired, Beetlejuice. Maybe you should spend the night here," said Lydia as she went to a drawer in the vanity and took out a black nightgown. "Please turn away while I change, Beetlejuice," she asked turning around.
Beetlejuice was already floating in mid-air with his body covered with a beetle-patterned blanket. His head was rested on a pillow and he was sound asleep. Lydia chuckled quietly as she undressed herself and put on her nightgown.
As she walked past the sleeping ghost, she gave him a little kiss on the cheek. Beetlejuice's lips curled into a smile, but he continued to sleep. "Pleasant screams, Beetlejuice," said Lydia as she climbed into her bed and soon fell fast asleep.
At the same time, Mecha-Reaper was crawling headfirst like a spider toward the window of Lydia's room. He had heard everything. "Oh the screaming is just about to begin, girl," he chuckled as he lifted up the window and slunk inside.
He looked at the sleeping girl on her bed. 'How unfortunate for that human girl. She'll be losing her best friend tonight,' he thought. Then made a move toward the sleeping ghost. 'Like shooting fish in a barrel,' he thought as he raised his scythe. It was designed with special technology that could shock and harm a ghost when it came into contact with the blade.
Beetlejuice tossed and turned in his sleep. He tilted his head up and his eyelids opened. He could see the blur of the hulking, hooded figure raising his scythe. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide and he shrieked just as the scythe came hurtling down. Beetlejuice floated out of the way. "Who the heck are you?" asked Beetlejuice in a panic. "I am simply someone who has come to pose an invitation to you, Mr. Beetlejuice. My master wishes to meet you," said Mecha-Reaper as he swung his scythe at Beetlejuice again. Beetlejuice dodged the sharp blade again.
"Well, here's my message for your master!" yelled Beetlejuice as he threw a punch. His arm stretched toward Mecha-Reaper and slugged him in the chest. But to Beetlejuice's surprise, Mecha-Reaper was still on his feet and unfazed. "What kind of creature are you?" asked Beetlejuice. "That is none of your business, ghost. Now come with me!" demanded Mecha- Reaper. "Never!" yelled Beetlejuice defiantly. "Then maybe I'll act like my namesake and reap the life from your friend," said Mecha-Reaper.
Then he turned to Lydia and raised his scythe. "Lydia! No!" yelled Beetlejuice as he quickly floated over Lydia. "Beetlejuice?" asked Lydia sleepily as she rose from her sleep. Then she saw Mecha-Reaper and screamed. But she screamed even more loudly when Beetlejuice floated between her and the scythe. The scythe embedded itself in Beetlejuice's back and sent out shock pulses throughout his body. Beetlejuice screamed in pain.
Lydia rolled off the bed as Mecha-Reaper pulled his scythe out. Beetlejuice fell limp onto the bed. "Beej?" asked Lydia. She hoped he was okay. "Do not waste your concern on him. He is dead so there is no possible way I could have killed him again," said Mecha-Reaper. "You're a monster to have done this to Beetlejuice. Why did you do this to him?" asked Lydia with a mix of anger and fear in her tone. "I am the servant of the future ruler of the world, Dr. Gothic Grim. And this ghost is the key factor in my master's plan," stated Mecha-Reaper as he raised his free hand.
From under his cloak, a long metal tube coiled out and snaked over to the unconscious Beetlejuice. A strange white light emitted from the end of the tube and Beetlejuice floated toward it. It was some kind of tractor beam. Once Beetlejuice had made contact with the end of the tube, he was sucked into it. Lydia gazed in horror at the horrific thing this figure was doing to her best friend. The tube coiled back under the cloak. "You're some kind of machine!" she exclaimed. "Exactly and don't think your friend will be able to escape. My systems can restrain any ghost so don't expect to see your friend again," said Mecha-Reaper as he climbed out of the window and thrust himself into the air.
Lydia ran to the window to see the mysterious figure fly off into the night with her best friend. "Beetlejuice!" she yelled as tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't lose Beetlejuice. He meant a lot to her. She needed to get help. But who could?
A few hours later, Beetlejuice and Lydia reappeared in Lydia's bedroom. "What a great concert! The Stones really brought the house down," said Beetlejuice. "Yeah. But I'm glad no one was hurt when the roof caved in," said Lydia with a yawn. Beetlejuice yawned as well.
"Well, I'd better be going home," he said. "You look pretty tired, Beetlejuice. Maybe you should spend the night here," said Lydia as she went to a drawer in the vanity and took out a black nightgown. "Please turn away while I change, Beetlejuice," she asked turning around.
Beetlejuice was already floating in mid-air with his body covered with a beetle-patterned blanket. His head was rested on a pillow and he was sound asleep. Lydia chuckled quietly as she undressed herself and put on her nightgown.
As she walked past the sleeping ghost, she gave him a little kiss on the cheek. Beetlejuice's lips curled into a smile, but he continued to sleep. "Pleasant screams, Beetlejuice," said Lydia as she climbed into her bed and soon fell fast asleep.
At the same time, Mecha-Reaper was crawling headfirst like a spider toward the window of Lydia's room. He had heard everything. "Oh the screaming is just about to begin, girl," he chuckled as he lifted up the window and slunk inside.
He looked at the sleeping girl on her bed. 'How unfortunate for that human girl. She'll be losing her best friend tonight,' he thought. Then made a move toward the sleeping ghost. 'Like shooting fish in a barrel,' he thought as he raised his scythe. It was designed with special technology that could shock and harm a ghost when it came into contact with the blade.
Beetlejuice tossed and turned in his sleep. He tilted his head up and his eyelids opened. He could see the blur of the hulking, hooded figure raising his scythe. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide and he shrieked just as the scythe came hurtling down. Beetlejuice floated out of the way. "Who the heck are you?" asked Beetlejuice in a panic. "I am simply someone who has come to pose an invitation to you, Mr. Beetlejuice. My master wishes to meet you," said Mecha-Reaper as he swung his scythe at Beetlejuice again. Beetlejuice dodged the sharp blade again.
"Well, here's my message for your master!" yelled Beetlejuice as he threw a punch. His arm stretched toward Mecha-Reaper and slugged him in the chest. But to Beetlejuice's surprise, Mecha-Reaper was still on his feet and unfazed. "What kind of creature are you?" asked Beetlejuice. "That is none of your business, ghost. Now come with me!" demanded Mecha- Reaper. "Never!" yelled Beetlejuice defiantly. "Then maybe I'll act like my namesake and reap the life from your friend," said Mecha-Reaper.
Then he turned to Lydia and raised his scythe. "Lydia! No!" yelled Beetlejuice as he quickly floated over Lydia. "Beetlejuice?" asked Lydia sleepily as she rose from her sleep. Then she saw Mecha-Reaper and screamed. But she screamed even more loudly when Beetlejuice floated between her and the scythe. The scythe embedded itself in Beetlejuice's back and sent out shock pulses throughout his body. Beetlejuice screamed in pain.
Lydia rolled off the bed as Mecha-Reaper pulled his scythe out. Beetlejuice fell limp onto the bed. "Beej?" asked Lydia. She hoped he was okay. "Do not waste your concern on him. He is dead so there is no possible way I could have killed him again," said Mecha-Reaper. "You're a monster to have done this to Beetlejuice. Why did you do this to him?" asked Lydia with a mix of anger and fear in her tone. "I am the servant of the future ruler of the world, Dr. Gothic Grim. And this ghost is the key factor in my master's plan," stated Mecha-Reaper as he raised his free hand.
From under his cloak, a long metal tube coiled out and snaked over to the unconscious Beetlejuice. A strange white light emitted from the end of the tube and Beetlejuice floated toward it. It was some kind of tractor beam. Once Beetlejuice had made contact with the end of the tube, he was sucked into it. Lydia gazed in horror at the horrific thing this figure was doing to her best friend. The tube coiled back under the cloak. "You're some kind of machine!" she exclaimed. "Exactly and don't think your friend will be able to escape. My systems can restrain any ghost so don't expect to see your friend again," said Mecha-Reaper as he climbed out of the window and thrust himself into the air.
Lydia ran to the window to see the mysterious figure fly off into the night with her best friend. "Beetlejuice!" she yelled as tears rolled down her cheeks. She couldn't lose Beetlejuice. He meant a lot to her. She needed to get help. But who could?