Queen of the Sandworms
Chapter 3: An Opening
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Beetlejuice appeared outside of his roadhouse. His sides ached a lot and his eyes were sore from the brightness of the Neitherworld sun. He rubbed them before opening them back up and started scanning his surroundings. No dead creature was around. Beetlejuice took a deep breath and exhaled. It felt good to be out again.
He stretched his back which made a series of loud cracks and pops. He sighed happily then turned his head over to the sounds of the city where people were celebrating. He narrowed his eyes and looked away from them. He didn't care about them at the moment, he needed to find Lydia.
"Ok! Time to get things started!" he said as he slapped his pale white hands and rubbed them together."Let's see...what to try first...?" The striped clad ghost asked himself as he scratched the side of his head with his red tipped fingernails.
He decided to try transforming into water to go through the cracks. His body turned from a solid to liquid and instantly fell through the cracks. He only got halfway till he got stuck.
He narrowed his green eyes and went back to the surface. Then he tried being lava. Still nothing. After a couple minutes of changing to every liquid or somewhat liquid form he could imagine, he finally stopped. He sighed and pulled himself together after turning into grape juice. He sat on the ground staring down.
What was he doing? He has done this a bajillion times already! Why did he listen to Ginger? What did she know? Lydia was gone! End of story! Beetlejuice looked back to the roadhouse, instantly wishing he just stayed inside his bed. His dark, sunken in eyes began to turn back to their bloodshot state.
"I should just give up..." Beetlejuice said to himself. "Who am I kidding? Lydia has already been digested by now...Ginger doesn't know anything...she's just a spider..." he sighed. Just a spider who will continue to nag at him for the rest of his afterlife! Beetlejuice closed his eyes tightly and clenched his teeth.
No...he had to do something. Anything! Anything was better then Ginger talking nonstop to him about Lydia... That was possibly one of the reasons why he left the house...
Beetlejuice sighed to himself and thought of Lydia. No...it was Lydia who made him get up. He could practically hear Lydia's voice in his head...
Beetlejuice's eyes began to tear up. He quickly wipes them away and gets up. "Ok...I will try again...for Lydia..."he muttered to himself.
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The hours passed as Beetlejuice tried idea after idea in making a gap in the road so he could enter into Sandwormland. The image of Lydia continued to burn in his mind. His messy blonde hair fell over his crestfallen face. Nothing seemed to ever work! There had to be something!
"I don't get it? What is keeping me from entering?" he asked himself as he looked down at his hands. Every time he tried, it was almost as if something was stopping himself...or someone...
"It's like I'm fighting with myself!" Beetlejuice said out loud to himself. Suddenly, he felt ill and fell to his hands and knees. His body shook and another Beetlejuice came out from him. It was pretty much identical to him, from the black and white striped suit with a couple stains here and there, all the way down to the beetles crawling in his pale blonde hair.
It brushed itself off and loomed over the real Ghost With The Most. Beetlejuice stared up at the clone nervously. The clone grinned down at him with his messed up green teeth.
Suddenly the ground underneath them began to shake. The real Beetlejuice yelped when a boxing match ring came up from underneath them. Beetlejuice watched as the poles came out from the corners of the ring and The ropes going around them.
Beetlejuice looked back over to his clone and saw that something was different. His clone was not wearing his striped suit, but a pair of boxing pants with red boxing gloves on. The clone continued to grin as it grabbed the real Ghost With The Most up by the front of his shirt and socked him right in the face.
BeetleJuice screamed as he was sent flying through the air and landed on the outside of the ring. Stars and beetles circled around his head as he slowly sat upright. He groaned in pain as his tinted yellow eyes went around and around in opposite directions.
He gently rubbed his face where he got punched before shaking it, getting him out of his dazed state. Beetlejuice got back on his feet and looked back over to the ring and the clone and narrowed his eyes. The clone smirked and stuck his tongue out before disappearing.
Beetlejuice growled angrily and kicked a nearby rock. He was starting to get really sick and tired of doing that. He
Tired, frustrated, and in pain, he went down on his knees and struck the ground with his fists. "No! Why can't I do this?! Please let me go into Sandwormland!" he shouted. He brought his head down and smacked it against the cold, hard earth.
Gradually, his anger began to get the best of him. The winds began to pick up. Lightning streaked across the black sky. Magic coursed through Beetlejuice's veins and around his body. He lifted his head up.
His narrowed eyes were glowing bright and his crooked green teeth were clenched tightly He raised his arms up and screamed at the top of his lungs as he brought his fists, filled with magic, back down and pounded the earth.
The striped clad ghost's shoulder length blonde hair whipped around his pale white face as he squeezed his eyes shut. He concentrated with all his might on his power as it all made contact with the dead earth.
Instantly the ground began to crack, and webbed out from the ghost's body. The cracks began to get bigger and bigger till it became one huge, deep gap. Beetlejuice didn't open his eyes till he couldn't feel the cold dirt underneath his fists and knees.
He opened them and found himself floating over a huge gap that revealed Sandwormland miles below. Beetlejuice gasped as his hair continued to sway around his head. Suddenly, all of his magic ceased and he fell straight through the opening and plummeted toward the endless realm of golden-amber sand.
Beetlejuice felt the cold air smack up against his body and face. His striped attire flapped around him as his arms flailed like a panicking bird. Suddenly, he felt very sore and very weak from using up all of his magic...and the sight of the sand coming up fast.
He went limp as his eyes closed, and he blacked out...