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A/N: I'm starting this without the slightest idea of what's going to happen. Happy reading.

Laughter filled the room. It wasn't loud or boisterous. It was a giggle at first. Then it deepened into a chuckle. Then it twisted into something more like a cackle. It was… Unsettling, to say the least, because the last thing Beetlejuice expected when he locked eyes with Lydia was laughter.

The young woman laughed, her eyes closing and her hands coming up to cover her face as she sat in the middle of her bed. She used her knees to support her arms, the blanket creating a tent to protect her modesty as she shook her head as she laughed.

"Will this nightmare ever end?" She muttered, muffled by her hands, but it was still clear to him as the room was uncomfortably silent.

Beetlejuice wasn't sure what he should do. He could try convincing her it was still part of her dream, or he could tell her that this was real. He is standing in her bedroom, though he really wished he wasn't. His heart was beating painfully against his chest. He wanted to bolt. He wanted to stay. These two desires seemed to play tug-o-war with him.

"What were you dreamin' about?" He asked before he could stop himself, curiosity getting the best of him. It was mostly the reason that he'd stayed here, risking his freedom.

No answer came for his question, only silence. He would have thought she hadn't heard him, if not for her slow, tense movement. She pulled her shaking hands away from her face, lifting her head as if in slow motion. Her eyes were wide, red, with dark circles around them as she looked at him. Beetlejuice stopped himself from shifting uncomfortably against her stare, instead standing still with his head held high as if confident in his own actions.

"What?" She asked. Her tone made it clear that she wasn't asking him to repeat what he'd said. She was in disbelief. "You're not…" She mumbled, then huffed sharply while shaking her head. It was a strangled laugh. "No, you can't be."

Beetlejuice cocked his head, shrugging while stuffing his hands in his pockets. "What if I were?" He asked, challenging her belief.

"But you're not." She answered.

"But what if?" He pressed, rolling his head back to look down his nose at her.

"That's not even something I want to think of." She said with a violent shudder, running her hands over her face. She leaned forward, hugging her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them.

"Lydia." Beetlejuice said darkly, his head snapping up to stare at her intensely. "You're awake, babes." He grunted out. He fought to keep the amused grin off his face.

"No." She shook her head, frowning. "No, I'm still dreaming."

"About me." He said, his lips twitching at the corners. The amusement was clear in his voice though. "What were you dreamin' about?" He asked again.

"Nothing." She mumbled, turning her head away to avoid his soul-searching stare.

Lydia couldn't help the way her body was trembling. A part of her wanted to lay back down and hide under the covers. She wanted this to be over. She was certain this was just another fucked up chapter in her seemingly never-ending nightmare, but even so, her face burned hot at the thought of recounting what had happened earlier. What started as an unwanted visit from the ghost, turned into quite the opposite. She could never willingly admit that. It's not like she'd dreamt about it willingly in the first place. No one could hold that against her, right?

Hold that against her… That was probably the worst part of it all. The first half of her nightmare was crazy, intense, maybe even a little violent. But then it turned calm, soft, and warm. He'd held her after everything that happened. He held her close, caressed her in a soothing manner. She wanted to believe he was silently apologizing for what he'd done, because they both knew he'd gone too far. Lydia remembered how she'd melted against him, against his touch, welcoming this gentler side of him eagerly. Though, she hadn't hated the more characteristically rough side of him either.

God, it was still embarrassing. She groaned miserably, noticing the way her nipples pebbled against the vivid memory. It was horrible, terrifying, disgusting. She shouldn't still be reacting this way. She shouldn't still want him to come back to bed to cuddle until the sun is fully up. But after that terrible portion of her dream, she just wanted to be comforted. She felt like she at least deserved that much. But no. Instead, it's morphed into this awfully awkward moment where they both stand there silently staring at each other.

"This is so fucking weird." She groaned, hanging her head.

"Tell me about it." Beetlejuice grumbled back, also moving to look away. "But you really are awake, Lyds." He said reluctantly. He figured pacing the room would help ease the nerves building in his stomach. His fight or flight reflex was kicking in, and it desperately wanted to choose flight. "Whatever you were dreamin' about musta been pretty vivid if you still think that's what's happenin'." He said.

Lydia shook her head. "It must be." She scoffed. "If I were awake, I'd never summon you. I'd rather–"

"Die?" Beetlejuice finished for her, giving her a quick glance. "Yeah, you've mentioned." He grumbled flatly. "I'm not sayin' you're lyin'. I know you'd never dream of… Well, maybe not the right choice of words right now. But you'd never call for me if you could help it." He said. He could feel her eyes following him closely as he walked back and forth.

"What do you mean?" She asked suspiciously. She knew there was a hidden meaning there. But it couldn't be what she was thinking.

"I mean, Lydia, that you were asleep. You were dreaming; about me." He said, making sure to emphasize the last part since she was so keen on denying it. "And in your sleep, you uttered my name." He said calmly. "You set me free, babes." He said, some amusement climbing back into his voice. He lingered by her old bookshelf, running a finger over its edge and rubbing them together to remove the dust he'd picked up.

Lydia watched him with bewilderment. He was acting so casually, as if this whole situation wasn't beyond inappropriate. "No." She denied, but he could feel the fear creeping into her voice. "No." She repeated, and he heard her shift in her bed. Lydia moved to the edge of the bed, sitting on her knees as her head followed him when he continued walking around her room to inspect meaningless objects. "No." She said again.

"Yes, yes, yes." Beetlejuice replied, grin returning to his face. He stopped walking when he was in front of her. He leaned forward, hands behind his back, until they were face to face. Her expression was the complete opposite of his. He held a sickening smile, and her frown was so deep, it almost looked cartoonish.

"No." She hissed through gritted teeth. "If I summoned you in my sleep, then why are you still here? If you were real, you would have left. You would have escaped while I was still sleeping." She tried countering. Beetlejuice loved the way she stood her ground, not leaning away from his proximity. His eyes flicked to her neck, focusing on the quick pulse of her jugular. She was trying so hard to look brave; like she wasn't totally losing her shit right now.

"Ah, well, that was the plan until I heard your cute little moans." He admitted with a wiggle of his brows, keeping the smile on his face. He couldn't pass up the chance to mess with her.

"What?" She growled. Her face turned a bright shade of crimson, but he couldn't tell if in anger or embarrassment. He didn't mind either option.

"Oh, yeah." He said with a nod. "Oh, BJ, BJ, BJ!" He moaned loudly, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, exaggerating his impression of her just to make her more flustered. "But with my full name, you know." He added with a casual shrug.

"You're lying." She whispered. Her jaw was clenched tight, and her eyes glistened. If he didn't know any better, he'd think she was about ready to ram her forehead into his face. The idea sent a wicked thrill through his entire body.

"You can keep telling yourself that, yeah, sure." He shrugged with a tilt of his head. "But that won't change the fact that I'm not." He said with a smirk.

"What…" She gulped. "What part of it was real?" She asked, her voice shaking with the rest of her. She felt like she couldn't breathe, her heart was beating too fast and it was nearly deafening.

He brought a hand up, "The part where you summoned me." He said, listing it off on a finger. "The part where you enjoyed whatever it was that was happening, if the sounds you were makin' were any indication." He listed off on a second finger. "The part where you practically begged me to get in bed with you." He said, lifting a third finger. "Now that one I'm sure you enjoyed." He said smugly.

"No. Stop lying." She hissed with horror. She knew she kept saying it, and the more she did, the more she doubted her sanity. Lydia finally yanked the blanket off of her, freeing her legs so she could swing them over the edge of the bed. She walked past him, jerking her body to keep as much space possible between them, as if touching him would cause her skin to melt off her grimaced, taking some offense to her reaction.

Lydia took over the job of pacing the room. She needed to feel the cold, hard floor under her bare feet. She needed something to ground her, to keep her from unravelling into a puddle of madness. But at the same thing, she realized that it made this feel a little more like reality and not just a dream. As Beetlejuice watched her, standing in the same spot, hands in his pockets, looking ever-so-serene, she became hyper aware of her loud, labored breathing. Very quickly, everything got way too quiet and the room felt too small with just them standing in it.

Beetlejuice made a face bordering on pity for the young woman. "I'm right in front of you, Lydia." He said patiently.

Lydia brought a hand up, raising her index finger, wagging it at him aggressively. "This is just another one of your tricks." She argued. "You, you want me to believe you're really here just so I'll try to cast you back by calling your name."

Beetlejuice had to admit he was impressed. One, because it was a pretty clever idea. Second, that she knew him well enough that she'd known that's exactly what he'd do if that were the case. Given that he really was free and that calling his name now would once again banish him, he tried to redirect the conversation from that.

"Okay. Okay, fine." He relented. "But you wanted me here. You want me here, or otherwise you would have tried banishing me already."

"I… I don't know what's real and what's not right now." Lydia said, shaking her head to clear her thoughts.

Beetlejuice leaned forward a little, taking a step toward her. She must have heard his footfall because she whipped around immediately, eyes wide with fear. "You wanna know what I think?" He asked casually, not waiting for her response. "I think you're in denial." He stated. In the next moment, his feet were off the ground and he was floating above her. His head hung downward so he could look at her. Lydia moved away from him quickly, until her back hit the wall. "I think you had the craziest wet dream about me, and you don't want to admit it." He said cockily. Lydia opened her mouth to argue, but Beetlejuice raised a hand, pinching his fingers together. In an instant, Lydia's lips smashed together, muffling her words as she tried yelling at him. "Ah-ah-ah. There's no point in arguing, Lyds. If you hated my guts as much as you say you do, and you had even the slightest suspicion that this dream," He air-quoted, "Is reality, you would have tried banishing me again. And, let's face it, there's no way in hell you can still believe you're sleepin'." He said with a scoff and roll of his eyes.

He was right. About the denial part, that is. She wanted desperately to believe she was still dreaming; that she didn't need to deal with this in real life. Getting rid of him would be difficult now that he could use his powers on her, like he is now. Lydia's brows knit together as a deep frown contorted her face. He must truly be confident in what he's saying if he didn't stop her from speaking the moment he realized she was awake. Or maybe he's just stupid. It didn't matter now anyway, because she can't say a damn thing to him.

Lydia growled in her throat, frown growing deeper as she turned her head up to glare at the ghost. She brought her hands up to her head, index fingers pointing at the sides of her mouth. Her words came out in angry grunts, but he must have known what she was asking.

"Don't make me do anything I'll regret." He warned darkly, looking at her with uncharacteristic seriousness. Lydia's gulp was loud, but she stared at him with feigned anger. With a snap of his fingers, her mouth was free to let out a relieved gasp.

"Fine. Fine." She said through gritted teeth. "I did have a bizarre dream, and you were in it." She confessed reluctantly. She grimaced at the way he gave her a crooked smile. "Oh, don't look so pleased with yourself. It's not like I chose to. It was an awful nightmare that I couldn't wake up from." She said, pushing off the wall suddenly, forcing Beetlejuice out of the way.

"Couldn't have been that awful." Beetlejuice teased suggestively, floating after her, but keeping a safe distance. Just the aura around her made him feel like at any moment she'd turn around and punch the lights out of him.

"It was." Lydia hissed, keeping her back to him. She glared at the wall across from her instead.

"Then why am I still here, Lydia?" Beetlejuice challenged. He knew it was stupid to push her on the matter. It was something he could wind up regretting. But he truly wanted to know. Why was he still here? He was sure if a third party came in to ask them both the same question, neither would have a real answer. Then the unfairness of his teasing became clear to him. And it seemed like it did to her as well. She had turned her head to stare at him over her shoulder with narrowed eyes, her question clear behind them. "Before you ask, I'm just here outta morbid curiosity. Hell, if you heard someone talking about you in their sleep, wouldn't you want to know what they were dreaming about?" He asked.

"Beetlejuice," She said calmly, and he gave a horrified squeal. She turned to face him fully, clasping her hands behind her back. Her sudden change in demeanor made him wary. "When exactly did you know I was awake?" She asked, ignoring his outburst. She didn't give him a chance to answer before she hit him with another question. "I know it wasn't before I asked you to get into bed. That's not something I'd do even if I were possessed." She said with some form of confidence.

"Begged. You begged me to." Beetlejuice corrected quickly. She gave him an unamused look, letting him know she wasn't going to dignify his statement with an answer. "Geez, I don't know, Lydia. It was just as fucking weird to me as it is to you." He admitted with a shrug.

"And did you?" She asked. Beetlejuice gave her a confused look. "I can't tell if it was still just really vivid or if…" She trailed off, allowing him to fill in the blank.

"Oh." Beetlejuice said. Nervously, he stuffed one hand into his pocket and used the other to scratch the back of his head as he planted his feet back on the ground. "Well, you were gettin' irritated that I wasn't doin' what ya asked, and I didn't want ya to wake up, so…" He mumbled, and suddenly he couldn't bring himself to look at her. When he said it out loud and thought of how it would sound to her, it sounded like an awful thing to have done. "It seemed like the best course of action at the time!" He said defensively, but she had no outward reaction to his statement. She just continued to stare at him with a calm expression.

"And you knew I was sleeping." She said not as a question but as a statement. Beetlejuice nodded his head. Lydia felt her stomach drop. The confirmation that he had been in bed with her, so close to her, that everything that she'd thought she dreamt of feeling and enjoying was real… He must have known that it wasn't really her asking him to, and he still did it. She couldn't help but feel a little violated. But at the same time, she'd enjoyed it so much at the moment. But it was just a dream, it was just a dream. None of it was real, not her feelings or reactions or words. It didn't matter. What mattered is that this floating piece of garbage deserved a kick to the nuts and a banishing into whatever came after the Afterlife.

Okay. Banish him. Banish him. Go on, Lydia. Banish him. These words kept repeating in her head as she continued to stare at him. As her thoughts raced, as she wondered if this was real or a trick or some other dimension altogether, she realized he looked different. He didn't look as… Unkempt. His hair had been attempted to be slicked back, his clothes didn't look like they'd been fished out of a dumpster caught on fire, and the more she thought about it, he didn't smell like his usual self. So, this couldn't be real then, right?

"Oh, for fuck's sake." Lydia growled. Before she could think better of it, her feet were stomping forward. The space between her and him closed rapidly, and he seemed just as surprised by her actions as she was, because he didn't move. Not even when her hand came up, palm smacking into the center of his chest, grabbing a fistful of fabric. "Wh…" She tried speaking, but she was too breathless as she stared at her hand where it connected with the dead man.

"I told ya." Came Beetlejuice's whisper. She felt his breath fan over her, sending goosebumps across her skin. She felt the rasp of his voice rumble through his chest, nearly tickling her hand.

Lydia would have bet her right hand that her dream-slash-nightmare had been vivid. But this? This felt real. This was real. He's here. He's here. He's really here. Her eyes, nearly dry from not blinking, snapped up to look at his face. He stared back with hooded eyes, his morbid smile long gone. His eyebrows were knit together with what looked like… Concern?

"Lydia?" Beetlejuice said softly. Lydia did not respond. She didn't blink. She didn't swallow. Hell, he was sure she wasn't even breathing. He couldn't read her face. She was shocked, yes, but what else? Was she angry, afraid? Her skin had lost what little color it had, even the lips that were slightly agape were a sickly shade of pale pink. "Lyds?" He called again, hoping for a reaction. When nothing came, he began to raise his hand. Still no reaction. Slowly, he moved his hand toward her arm, hoping she'd jerk away from his touch. When he managed to get his fingers around her thin wrist, there was a moment where he wasn't sure what he should do next. "Babes, come on, yer kinda freakin' me out here." He muttered, giving her arm a gentle tug so she'd release him. Her grip only tightened, and her jaw finally snapped closed. One eye twitched in time with the tick in her tight mandible.

"Beetlejuice." She choked out.

Beetlejuice nearly screamed, his hand flying from her wrist to clamp over her mouth. That got the reaction he'd been looking for, because her expression turned angry as she used the hand on his chest to shove him back with enough force to make him stumble.

"Please! Let's talk about this, Lyds!" He begged, clamping his hands together in a pleading manner. "Come on, babes. We're both adults here, huh?" He continued, shaking his hands at her.

"Beetlejuice." She said again, anger in her voice.

"Lydia, please." He gasped out, falling to his knees with his hands still together. Yes, he was begging. Yes, he could have stopped her if he wanted to. But physically forcing her to stop felt wrong. Not in a moral sense, no, he wasn't above that. It felt wrong as in, deep down, he felt like it wasn't truly necessary. She must have wanted him here, even if just a little. He wanted to stay so he could find out why. What had changed? He knew she still couldn't stand him, but there was something else there. There had to be. "Let's just talk. Please." He tried again, taking advantage of her hesitation. She looked down at him, one eyebrow raised curiously.

"Why are you still here?" She asked flatly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Beetlejuice could have flown straight through the ceiling with excitement. She'd broken the chain. She didn't say his name three times. She's giving him a fighting chance. He climbed to his feet quickly, and she took an immediate step away from him. Keeping her eyes on him, she walked backward toward her bed. When the back of her legs hit the frame, she reached behind her blindly for the blanket. She pulled it around herself, glare fixed on the man she hated most in the world.

"Really? At this point?" He deadpanned, gesturing toward her.

"Talk, Beetlejuice." She snapped, securing the fabric around herself tightly.

He held his hands up, "Okay, okay!" He rushed out. "But I already told you. I'm here because I'm curious."

"Why are you curious? Why do you care?" Lydia barked. "You wanted nothing but your freedom. For years you tormented me to get just that. And once you got it, you stayed? That's like a fucking slap to the face." She spat bitterly.

Beetlejuice shook his head, extending placating hands toward her. "Do you just not fucking listen to me, Lyds?" He asked, surprised with his own growing irritation. "I've always said we'd make a great team." He said. His instincts told him to lie, but the words were just flowing from him. "And when I heard you, it seemed like an opportunity. Like there was a chance that that could happen. We could work together, you and me." He proposed.

"Toward what?" She asked. There was no curiosity in her tone, only hostility. "Do you really think I'd help you pull off your sadistic plans? You think I'd go out of my way to help you succeed in hurting people?" She asked with a scoff.

"You dislike the living just as much as me!" He defended.

"Not enough to hurt them, Beetlejuice." She argued. She flinched when the man groaned loudly, hands flying to his face to muffle his voice. It was a visceral reaction to her saying his name again. She couldn't bring herself to care. "Why is that so hard for you to understand? I'm not evil like you. You're a fucking maniac." She said, venom in her voice.

"Evil? I'm not evil, Lyds. Maybe I've gotta few screws loose, but I'm not… Whatever it is you think I am." He grumbled. "It's not like these people don't have it comin'. Right? People, humans, they're fucking shit. They're parasites." He defended.

"You should know." She shot back. Beetlejuice rolled his eyes with genuine annoyance, and it caught her off guard. Everything about him seemed off.

Ignoring her, he continued his argument. "Your parents, for example. They were making your life miserable. I was just trying to help." He explained.

"You were trying to help me?" She scoffed, then gave a mangled laugh. "You tried marrying me, Beetlejuice–"

"Fuck!" He screamed, his arms moving as if he wanted to strangle her. Lydia didn't so much as flinch. She didn't give a shit if he was frustrated with her.

"-And I was just a child." She finished.

"It was just a means to an end!" He said through gritted teeth.

"That doesn't make it any less fucked up!" She threw back at him, just as angry.

"Okay, fine! I'm sorry, alright? I'm sorry. I was desperate." He conceded reluctantly, dropping his arms limply at his sides. He couldn't think of anything to say to make her believe he didn't have any ulterior motives with her other than gaining his freedom. He knew his outlandish behavior and perverted personality didn't help his case. She had an idea of him in her mind that she wasn't willing to let anyone change, much less after everything that's happened tonight.

"Sorry won't cut it." She said sternly.

"I know! But what else am I supposed to say? You didn't marry me, Lydia. You won." He jerked an arm toward her, frown on his face.

"I won? You call this winning? I have horrible nightmares about you. About you getting free, and me not being able to stop you. You hurt people. You do awful things." She said, and the angry edge in her voice wavered. "You tease me, you lie to me, you manipulate me, you use me." She scoffed, "A team, you and me? Please." She said, shaking her head and looking away. It wasn't hard to tell that she was hiding her tears from him.

"I…" He tried to say, but he didn't know what he could say to her. If he apologized, it wouldn't be sincere. He had done terrible things to her, to her family. He'd shown her less than friendly sides of himself. She had every right to hate him, to have a heavy distrust of him. If he ever got free, he had no good intentions for the world. Why should he? The world had already fucked him over. The living have zero regard for the dead. They think they're better than them. They think they're at the top of the food chain. He wanted nothing more than to prove him wrong. But how could he tell her that? She'd never see it his way, even with her disregard for other humans.

He didn't understand her point of view either. He knew humans treated her like a freak just because she was different. Sure, she wasn't dead, but she wasn't quite like them either. She had more sympathy for the dead than the living. Maybe that's what made him so partial to her. Maybe that's what gave him hope. That was something he'd forgotten what felt like centuries ago. Hope. He didn't remember it being quite so… Scary. But he looked at her, and he felt hope. For what, he wasn't quite sure. But he wanted to stay around her, just to keep feeling that. It made everything else seem less… Bleak. And just like that, he was stuck.

"What?" She asked, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Huh?" He rasped.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked.

"Like what?" He asked, giving her a confused look. He noticed the way she readjusted the blanket around herself, and he rolled his eyes. He almost wished he could tell her to relax, that she didn't need to worry. But he'd caught himself looking at her in more vulnerable instances too many times to believe he could muster the lie. But in this instance, that's not where his mind is. At least he knew that to be true.

"Never mind." She shook her head. With a heavy sigh, she sat down at the edge of the bed. "You know I can't let you leave." She mumbled after a beat of silence.

"You know you can't stop me." He said, just as quietly.

"Bee–" She began to protest, but he was gone. Vanished. Like he was never there. She hadn't even registered a blink, and he was gone. Panic rose within her, threatening to come out in the form of vomit. She swallowed against it, her eyes darting around the area where he'd been. Just like that? He was gone? She'd failed. She failed at keeping him trapped. Why? It was easy. Say his name three times before he–

"Just–" Lydia squeaked, flinching at the sound of his voice, before whirling around to face him with surprise. Beetlejuice sighed before continuing. "Just give me a chance." He said gently.

"A chance to what?" Lydia asked, still trying to catch her breath, hand on her chest.

"I don't know." He said. "Just," He shrugged. "Don't send me back." He asked of her with as much sincerity as he could muster. "I need time to figure it out."

Lydia's heart was racing for what felt like the millionth time today. First, she was terrified he'd gotten away and that whatever chaos he'd create was to be her fault. Then, he snuck up on her, and naturally it spooked her. On top of that, the surprise that it was all to prove how she wouldn't be able to stop him from leaving. Add to that the fact that she wasn't sure what he was asking of her. He wanted to… Stay? Was he asking her permission?

"I… I can't just let you wander around." Lydia mumbled, barely registering her own words. She was beyond confusion. Everything was becoming too much. She was exhausted. She didn't know what she was supposed to do. Everything that he was showing her in this moment didn't make her skin crawl, didn't make her want to punch him like he usually did. This calm demeanor made her curious. Was it all just a play? Was he just trying to manipulate her again? There was no way she could tell his true intentions, and that scared her.

"Then I won't. I'll stay here. With you." He said with a shrug. He caught the mystified look on her face. He wished he had something to tell her to explain his proposition. "I just want more time." Was all he could manage.

"For what?" She whispered.

"Will you just say yes?" He groaned, throwing his head back with exasperation. "Clearly both of us have some figuring out to do, right? I can't be the only one that feels like they've lost their head." He announced before popping his head right off.

Lydia's scream made him flinch. It was meant to be funny. It was just a joke. She was supposed to laugh. But then he realized she'd never seen him do that before. She probably had no idea he could. Dead as he was, it was still a shock to see someone behead themselves out of nowhere. He jammed his head back on with a squelch so he could apologize, but another unwanted sound caught his attention. Both their heads turned to look at the door, where the footsteps were quickly approaching. They turned back to look at each other with wide eyes.

"Catch ya later, babes." Beetlejuice said with a wink and a sloppy salute. The last thing he saw before vanishing was her mouth opening to call him, and the last thing he heard was someone barreling into her room to ask if she was okay.

Beetlejuice sighed. His room was still dark and gloomy. It would be a long day waiting until he could catch Lydia alone again. He trudged over to his bed and belly flopped into it, groaning loudly. What the hell had he gotten himself into?

A/N: Okay, that took a turn. I think this might be the longest chapter so far. I wasn't sure where to cut it off. I'm so used to painfully slow burns. I'm not sure if I should speed things up a little, keep you all interested just for a while longer.

REMINDER: My Beetlejuice is loosely based off of movie Betelgeuse and cartoon Beej. I just like them both so much, I can't choose a version of him to use for this fic. Does anyone else feel the same? Let me know I'm not alone, haha.

Alright, I'll catch ya all in the next one. As always, I appreciate all of the story follows, and I love to read all of your reviews.