a Beetlejuice fanfic
by
C. "Sparky" Read
Epilogue
"I gotta hand it to you, babes, you handled yourself pretty well back there."
Lydia smiled. "Well, I would have done it flashier if I knew how to control those powers better."
"Nah, you were great!" Beetlejuice insisted. "You had that Chester Slime squealing like a pig beetle."
"Um, thanks." Lydia smiled again. "I just hope my parents aren't worried about me."
"Nah." Beetlejuice shrugged. "Charles is dead to the world at this hour, and Delia is probably still yapping on outside your door about her art."
"Hey!" shouted the reptillian receptionist, slapping one big taloned hand down on the table between the two friends. "Can't you read?" And she pointed to a sign on the wall above them which said 'No Sociallizing'.
"All right all right." Beetlejuice glowered, and turned his attention back to his task. "Hey," he said, shaking his pen, "I've run dry."
"Me too," said Lydia. "But we're almost done, right?"
The receptionist blinked at them. Then she actually laughed. "Oh, no, honey," she said, then pressed a button on the underside of her desk.
There was a rumbling. A huge dumptruck backed down the hallway towards Beetlejuice and Lydia. Before the two could escape it had unloaded about a million forms on top of them.
"You've only just begun," said the receptionist. "Keep signing! I'm not working overtime because of you."
Lydia and Beetlejuice groaned.
