the one thing she doesn’t miss about being dead is the constant bickering between the underworld deities.

beetlejuice. beetlejuice. beetlejuice.

rowan, stop! how is she supposed to summon a demon with him dancing around like an idiot?

d—don’t say that! maybe he’s real. she’d rather hang out with beetlejuice than those other demons —— or him!

yes! at least he wouldn’t try to kill her.

BEETLEJUICE. BEETLEJUICE. BEETLEJUICE!

who—

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑬𝑰𝑹𝑨 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄. ⠀ཾ 𑁍 ༴ 𝗂 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 ˖⠀ ݁ . 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑬𝑵 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄. ⠀ཾ 𑁍 ༴ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖼𝖾. ˖⠀ ݁ 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘣 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞? ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

BEEEEEETLEJUICE.

he means her, doesn’t he.

she’s definitely not a cultist, thanks.

he’s probably blinded by those greasy bangs.

what?

well, uh. yes he is.

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