#but I don't wanna share the ones that have other folks in 'em...which is most of them lmao

[painted-bees]

Cortes island trip 1996♡

[iobartach]

GET TO KNOW YOUR ADMIN !!

name — Nix

pronouns — anything at all tbh, i don't mind!

preferred comms — leaning more towards discord than tumblr; i am just a slow replier / not available at times. so gimme a shout if you ever wanna share discord usernames!

name of muse — miguel o'hara / spider-man 2099

experience in RP — coming up fast on 18ish years this july, i think? 🥴tumblr's been the platform i've used the most, i came over from bebo, the original version, way back in the day, and also gave forum and discord server rps a go, but eh, i just like the format of tumblr more? especially for being able to make themes and stuff.

best experiences — fortunate to have had plenty of 'em! with miguel though, i have to say it's been especially fun? i really missed the whole aspect of meeting new people and crafting plots / crossovers when it comes to RP, as i had slowed down on writing for a while to get my career started. but now, i'm so glad to be back at it , more often!

pet peeves/dealbreakers — ahhh, let's see, i've gotten laid back af the longer i've been writing? the things that i appreciate nowadays are when folks take the time out to read over my guidelines, headcanons, bio (it's so poorly written, i am so sorry) etc, but i'm not gonna be a hardass about telling you to do so, either? like, someone taking the time to read my hcs is cool! going the extra mile and mentioning them in threads / plots? damn, kudos to you, i can't thank you enough! and if someone has any questions? my door's always open, i will ramble at you until the crack of dawn about miguel if you give me the chance 😂 but yeah with all that said, i'm not gonna hassle or bother folks if they don't read my stuff or ask me questions.!

that said, though, i do wanna point out that there are some specific things to my flavour of miguel that i'm trying to be consistent about? which, for anyone who's known me for years shouldn't be surprising to hear. i've been meaning to add them to my pinned post for my own / other's reference, and 100% accept that i don't call or jot them down as often as i should, it's all kinda just sitting in my head! oops!

and well... to that end, i'd also like to tentatively say... please don't automatically make assumptions / presumptions about my take on miguel, either? 🙏 yes, he's arisen from the atsv version, which i acknowledge can attract certain... notions. but, at the same time, please respect that he's not a soundboard or a thirst trap. he's a guy that, in my telling, fucked up, royally and is trying to deal with that, in his own way.

same also goes for no meaning no. both in-character and out-of-character. miguel will be blunt / react accordingly to things he doesn't vibe with (physical touch, dehumanising comments [deliberate or otherwise], etc), especially with strangers / unfamiliar people -- and for myself, i've been in enough rpcs for long enough to not allow myself to be strongarmed into doing certain things. i'd expand more about my previous experiences, but a munday post ain't the place for that, so yeah. i just would be grateful for any acknowledgement of this. all i wanna do is write one spidery guy, in relative peace, at my own pace & leisure. cheers !

muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — i'm a glutton for a bit of everything, but i kinda lean lately more towards action and slice of life. fluff is good, but i try to approach it so that i don't overdo it -- same with angst, i thrive on it, but again, all things in moderation ! and of course, if mutuals ever feel like i'm leaning hard towards a particular genre (which i've a tendency to do!), feel free to pull me back a bit, i won't mind!

plot or memes — memes are the balm for my soul, i stg <3 i love how they can be icebreakers, as well as the perfect thing to spark some muse inspiration after spending the weekdays working. i do love to plot, too, and i've been thinking of doing a lot more of it lately, especially as i grow to learn about another mun's muse, but i'm also a bit of a slow burner when it comes to that, largely because of how much of my week is taken up by work (a blessing and a curse :() . so if you're fine with plots & long form threads progressing over months, absolutelyyy hit me up! 👀

long or short replies — cackling me + short reply is rarer than hen's teeth🤣 i can't do one-liners for the life of me, so you'll always get a small paragraph or two. i love doing long replies, especially if my writing muse is thriving, but never fear about matching reply length or anything! i just ... can't shut up, sometimes, lmao.

best time to write — weekdays are a huge hit or miss 🥴 sometimes, i'm able to write, more times, i'm not. so weekends, when i have the time to chill and relax, not stress about things, is when i find my motivation to write thrives the most

are you like your muse? — in one very specific way maybe; little patience for assholes 🤣 . i'd love to be able to take things on the chin, but eh, stupid stuff can get to me at times. if anything, i feel i'm more like miguel's brother gabriel, and i both love and work in tech rather than in science. worked a two-year stint in a medical corpo and i came out the other side vowing to never again do that. 🥴 i'd also love to be a smartass and have miguel's dry wit, but alas i'm just a funky irish potato.🤣

Tagged: @pzfr

Tagging: anyone who wants to steal this!

[xpao-bearx]

Part 1 HERE

NOTE: OMG I really wasn't expecting for the previous first part of Heavenly Sins to blow up as it did, but I just wanted to give a huuuge THANK YOU to all of you amazing folks!! 🥰🥰🥰 Your support truly means so fooken much to trashy ol' meh and y'all are the reason I am writing this story series in the first place :')

I do have my ideas, but I still don't know much yet of what to do or even how long (or short) this story will get. So, if you would continue to give me your mindblowing support, it would seriously mean the W O R L D.

I do, however, very much enjoy writing Negan in particular so far. He's one of my absolute fave characters ever and JEFFREY DEAN FUCKIN' MORGAN NEED I SAY MOAR?!? 🥵💕💕

But this second part will be focusing a bit more on our beloved sheriff Ricky boi! Of course, Daryl will also get some much deserved love and attention tho I think he will appear in the story a lil later on.

Also, if you ever feel compelled, you are more than welcome to take some inspo from this story and make your own imagines and such! I'd love to see 'em, so please tag me 😁

P.S. There won't always be long ass notes like this, only if I wanna say something or bring up whatever is important. Also, if you wanna be tagged on any new/future story parts, then just tell moi and I will dedicate the latest one to the people who wanted to be tagged!

DEDICATED TO: The wonderful @buttercandy16 💖

"Heavenly Sins"

Part 2

After your little spiel, you haven't spoken to Negan since then. But on the way home after church, you passed by his house and found him tinkering away on his motorcycle (which you previously learned he interestingly named Lucille) in the garage. Not being able to help yourself, you paused in your tracks and just curiously watched him for a while.

His leather jacket was off, revealing a plain white t-shirt. The shirt was quite tight, and you noted how it perfectly hugged the taut muscles of his chest. Your eyes then slowly trailed to his toned arms, adorned by tattoos you wished you had a better look at. He stopped briefly, placing his tools down before grabbing the hem of his shirt and wiping the sweat on his forehead.

You didn't even think twice as your eyes dropped, hyperfocused on his abs. He wasn't the buffest guy out there, but he was lean and fit and--to put it bluntly--hot. A part of you screamed bloody murder to get a grip on yourself, to just turn your stiff body around and proceed on home. But another part completely squashed down those protests without even a fight; as if your pathetic excuse of a resolve wasn't even meant in the first place.

"Take a goddamn picture, darlin'. It'll last longer."

Your head snapped up, meeting the tantalizing hazel stare of Negan. His lips were curled in a smug smirk, and nevermore in your entire life have you wanted to both slap and kiss someone so badly.

But you only clicked your tongue, shooting him a sharp glare before (at last!) turning and walking away as you hid your blush. In the distance, his amused chuckle begrudgingly sounded like the sweetest fucking music to your ears.

♡♡♡

You woke up at 7:05 a.m. like you typically did the next morning, Monday. It was the dawn of a new week, and while most people dreaded it you actually didn't mind it so much. You had your job to thank for that.

Sure, it wasn't always easy, but it was worth it in the end. You loved teaching and spending time with the children, and you were even more ecstatic since you knew Judith was going to be at the daycare.

As you finished eating breakfast and preparing for the day, you grabbed your bag then went out the door. You opted to walk again today, the weather far too beautiful to miss plus the daycare really wasn't that far away.

Eventually arriving at your destination, you approached the daycare building's doors with a little spring in your step. Once inside, a young woman with her blonde hair high in a ponytail smiled and waved.

"Hi, Y/N! Goodmorning!" Beth Greene greeted energetically.

"Morning, Beth." You chuckled, the girl's radiant smile infectious. You've known Beth for some time now, especially since the Greenes were one of the oldest families in Alexandria and they were well respected. But you got along best with Beth, you thought she was the friendliest and she was also the latest hire of the daycare.

Stashing your bag away in your personal locker, you fixed yourself up a bit before getting your nametag and sticking it on your top. Looking up at the wall clock, you read that it was 7:50 a.m. Perfect, just in time for the kids' drop-offs.

You waited outside with Beth and the rest of the daycare workers, until finally the parents started rolling in. It was the usual; some of the children were wailing, snot snivelling down their nose as their embarrassed parents tried to tug them away from clinging onto their legs. You could only offer a sympathetic smile as you tried to help, while other children were much more relaxed and didn't even spare a second glance at their parents as they were dropped off.

"Well, that's about all of them." Beth piped up.

"Wait, we're still waiting for Judith." You said, searching for the toddler. "Rick said she'd be here."

Beth checked her watch, her brows creasing a little in worry. "That's odd. Sheriff Grimes is never late when he's dropping Judith off."

Just as she said that, there was a honk that disrupted the peace. You and Beth both spotted a crying Judith being held by Lori, the woman appearing utterly exhausted before her eyes locked with yours and didn't waste another second dashing towards you.

"Please don't run when you're holding Judith. Also, no honking is allowed on the premises." It was hard for you to keep the malice out of your voice, but you mentally gave yourself a pat on the back since you miraculously managed to not make it sound the worst it could get.

Lori raised a brow at you, but only handed Judith over to you. Judith immediately quieted down when she saw it was you, you cooing gently at her as she giggled and snuggled up comfortably against your chest.

"Rick will be picking her up later." Was all Lori said, pressing a quick peck on Judith's curly little head before parting ways. As Lori rushed back to the car, you saw Shane in the driver's seat shamelessly attack her neck with fervent kisses and you couldn't restrain an eyeroll.

"Fucking bitch..." You grumbled.

"Uh-oh. Bad!" Judith giggled again, clapping her hands gleefully.

"Right, right. Bad. Don't copy me, okay?" You laughed, completely forgetting about your aggravation as you rubbed your nose with Judith's and went inside.

♡♡♡

The rest of the day rolled along splendidly. No one threw a tantrum and for the most part, all the kids properly shared the wide assortment of toys and even did their activities orderly and on time. So, you decided to indulge them with a small yet much sought after reward.

Painting.

When it comes down to children, painting can be utter chaos. But you figured since they were being so good, you'd allow it. At the daycare you worked in, painting was quite a rare occurrence and that only solidified how much the kids adored it.

Once the materials were set out, it was a dizzying flurry of excited hands grabbing anything it could latch on to. As the kids went about doing their creative business, you found Judith all alone sitting in the corner playing around with some blocks.

"Whatcha doin' there, Judi?" You asked, sweetly calling out her nickname. "You don't wanna paint?"

"I wanna, but not with papers." She replied, shaking her head.

"Oh? Then where do you wanna paint?"

"I wanna paint on faces, but no one wants me to!"

"If that's the case, then I'd be more than happy to let you paint my face." You smiled.

"Really?!" Judith's whole face lit up, jumping up and wrapping her tiny arms around you as tightly as she could. "Thank youuu!"

You chuckled, ruffling her hair and watching as she happily gathered some paint and brushes.

♡♡♡

It was finally the end of a long day, and your face felt a bit itchy from the paint Judith put on you. But it didn't matter; as long as the little girl was happy, it was the best damn day ever.

You were holding Judith's hand as you waited outside for Rick to pick her up, and once he came up with his car Judith beamed.

"Daddy!"

"Hello, sweetheart. Did you have a nice day?" His face looked tired, his greying beard making him appear slightly older than he really was, but his smile was genuine as he carried Judith in his strong arms.

"The bestest! Y/N lemme paint her face!"

"She did, huh? What did you pai--oh my god."

You bursted into laughter at his reaction, flashing him a toothy grin. "In the words of Judi: You're a pretty tiger! Grr!"

"Now that you mention it, I can see it." Rick joined in your laughter, nodding his head. "Looks like we've got a talented lil artist in our hands!"

"Daddy, I wanna paint your face next! You can be daddy tiger and Y/N can be mommy!" Judith proclaimed.

You and Rick flushed pink at the same exact time, but Rick was quick to clear his throat and change the topic. "A-Anyways, Y/N, how 'bout me and the kids give you a ride? Thank you for today, by the way."

"No problem, and sure! Thanks so much."

As you settled in the passenger's seat, two hands covered your eyes from behind. "Guess who~?"

"Hmm..." You hummed, making a show of thinking. "Are you an elf?"

"No!" The hands were removed, Carl popping his head out from the backseat to look at you as he laughed. "It's me!"

"Oh, sorry! You're just so short, I thought you were an elf." You teased good naturedly.

Carl huffed, sticking his tongue out at you. "Y'know, in a few years, I'll be way taller than you!"

Once Rick was done buckling Judith into her carseat, he took his place in the driver's seat and drove out of the premises. You just talked about anything that came to mind: work, the weather, Alexandria's local shops, etc. To anyone else, maybe it seemed like regular boring conversation. But speaking with Rick was truly one of the highlights of any of your days. He was extremely easy to talk to, and he never failed to cheer you up. And it was obvious Rick was the same. He was allowed to simply be himself around you; to loosen up, momentarily forget about the stress and sometimes even the woes that came along with being the town's upstanding sheriff.

As you were nearing your home, Carl decided to cut in.

"Y/N, can we stay at your house? It's been a while since we had a sleepover." Carl asked, his baby blue eyes identical to Rick's alight with hope.

It wouldn't be the first time Rick and the kids would be staying over. You were very close to the Grimes family, sometimes even almost considering them as your own. You didn't mind it. Since you lived alone, it can get pretty lonely. And having people around surely brightened up the house and made you keep your sanity.

"I don't mind, but you gotta ask your dad." You chuckled.

Carl turned to Rick, pouting and giving his best puppy dog eyes. Rick rolled his eyes, but couldn't suppress an inkling of a smile.

"Yeah, yeah. But let me drop you and Judith off with Y/N first. I'll be back, I just need to get some extra clothes and essentials."

"YAY!" Carl cheered, Judith following suit as they both raised their arms and hollered.

"You're so whipped for them." You laughed, shaking your head as you looked at Rick.

"I ain't denying that." He sighed dramatically, grinning.

[annaphoenix1994]

Colter - Who the Hell is Leviticus Cornwall?

A few days later...

𝓘𝓽'𝓼 𝓫𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓪 𝓫𝓪𝓭 𝓯𝓮𝔀 𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱, 𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓼𝔂 𝓶𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓼, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓓𝓾𝓽𝓬𝓱, 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓿𝓮 𝓻𝓸𝓫𝓫𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼.

"I thought you was reading him his last rites," Arthur teased to Reverend Swanson as he was doing his daily check-in on John, tending to his injuries. "Now I see you're introducing him to your other passion."

"I'll mind you to show me some respect, Mister Morgan." The old man grit as he stood to face him.

"Mind away, Reverend," Arthur snarked. He had always wondered why he was such a gruff, but he didn't care. The ways of being an outlaw had hardened him and he knew this was his way of living until the very end. He had no time to care about a person's feelings. "You're still here, then?" He asked John as he took the seat next to his cot.

"I owe you." John replied.

"And you'll pay me. But for the moment, just rest," Arthur assured him, looking at the blood-stained bandages covering his wound. The men shared a chuckle as they looked back at the moment, trying to find something funny in the situation to alleviate the stress within the camp, but it helped as much as relying on a small fire to keep warm in a blizzard with no barricade from the wind.

Arthur's shoulders shuddered as Dutch rushed through the door with the stolen manuscript in his hand.

"Arthur! I think it's time for the train," Dutch explained as he walked to the men.

"You want me to come?" John volunteered.

"Of course I do, but look at you," Dutch replied.

"I was always ugly, Dutch," John replied as he tried to circulate blood through his limbs by trying to sit up, his head aching as he did so. "It's just a scratch."

"Lie still, son," Dutch commanded as Abigail and Jack had now entered the cabin. Another ping of jealousy entered Arthur's chest as he looked at the young boy, wishing that he was his father. Jack looked a lot like Arthur's own son, Isaac, but he was tragically lost along with his mother, Eliza, during a robbery at their home in which Arthur was not involved in. He had sworn to himself that he would forever carry the burden and guilt of feeling like he was the reason for their deaths and for not being there to protect them, but he relentlessly held back the guilt as he tried to move on from the memory by not talking to anybody about it unless he chose for it to be brief, but it was never enough.

He grinned at the boy as he got closer to his father, letting himself become happy that the closure of treating Jack like a son filled the space of losing his own.

"Hello, Abigail, Jackie," Dutch greeted as Arthur nodded and stood from the chair, offering it to either Abigail or Jack.

"The boy wanted to see you, John," Abigail stated as Jack approached his father slowly with a worried and scared look on his face. His brown eyes were full of tears as his hands were curled together against his chest.

"He's seen me now," John replied, avoiding eye contact with the boy. "What about you?" He asked, looking for reassurance that he was still wanted by her.

"Guess I was hoping to see a corpse," She hissed.

John scoffed, "Bind your time. You'll see plenty of them,"

"You're a rotten man, John Marston!" She snarled as Jack clung to her. Arthur looked at John in disgust as he was yet to see that he didn't realize that he had a blessing right in front of him and he didn't take it.

'What a fool, Marston!' Arthur thought to himself as he watched Abigail and Jack.

"He is an idiot, Abigail, we all know it," Dutch intervened. "Now, railwaymen," He continued as he motioned for Arthur to follow him into the midday. The camp was relieved to feel the brief warmth of the sun aside from the harsh wind and snow. "Bill, now you ride ahead and set the charge at the water tower, just before the tunnel," Dutch commanded.

"Ain't a problem!" Bill replied as he spurred his horse to walk.

"Why are we doing this?" Hosea interrupted. "Weather's breaking, we could leave!" He proposed. "I-I thought we was lying low!"

"What do you want from me, Hosea?" Dutch questioned as he tightened the cinch on his saddle.

"I just don't want any more folks to die, Dutch!"

"We're living, Hosea, we're living. Look at me, I'm living...even you! But we need money, everything we have's in Blackwater. You fancy heading back there?"

"No," Hosea grumbled. "Listen, Dutch, I ain't tryin' to undermine you, I just...I just wanna stick to the plan which was to lie low, then head back out west. Now suddenly, we're about to rob a train,"

"What choice have we got? We gotta get to that train before Minnie Barlow does!" Dutch proposed, his voice low.

"Leviticus Cornwall's no joke, Dutch. There's a reason why Minnie Barlow backed out of that deal. He's-"

"Who is Leviticus Cornwall?" Arthur intervened.

"He's a big railway magnate, sugar dealer, oilman," Hosea replied.

"Well, how good for him!" Dutch snarked. "Sounds like he has more than enough to share!"

"Dutch!" Hosea scolded as Dutch pushed past the old man.

"Gentlemen, it is time to make something of ourselves. Get your horses ready, we have a train to rob," He commanded as he mounted his snow-white Arabian, who he had named The Count.

───※ ·❆· ※───

"Who in the hell is this bastard?" Minnie whispered to herself as she looked at a chubby man with a brown trench coat lurking around the railroad tracks through her binoculars. She looked around slowly, looking for any signs of other men. So far, it had only been him. She studied him further to see that he was planting dynamite under the tracks in order to stop the soon-to-be train. Immediately, she assumed him to be an O'Driscoll, but soon swept the thought from her mind as no evidence of green was present on him, which was something that was sworn as soon as a member joined Colm O'Driscoll's gang.

She took another deep breath as she continued to look through her binoculars, looking out further into the landscape, almost startling as she saw a group of men on horseback on the ridge in front of her, just atop a man-made tunnel. She giggled to herself, "Huh, these boys look dumber than Colm O'Driscoll - robbin' a train in plain sight like this! I guess I'll have to show 'em how it's done!" She smirked as she slowly made her way to her horse, riding off quietly in the opposite direction to catch the train before them. She slid her bandana over her nose as the train was barrelling the tracks just half a mile up the way. She rode her horse as close as she could before climbing on the second from the last car, quietly taking out the two guards. The train quaked around the bend, passing the water tower. She knew the dynamite wasn't going to successfully blow as she took note of how incorrectly the 'dumb chubby bastard' wired it up.

She smirked as she looked over the train's railing to see three of the men running on foot towards the lip of the tunnel, landing on the car just in front of her, one of them falling off after the impact. Luckily, they didn't notice her. She slowly crept forward, taking any loot she could from the fallen guards as she made her way up towards the roof of the passenger car only to see a large man in a blue coat pulling up another man who was clinging to the edge. Her eyes widened as she noticed one of Cornwall's men aiming a gun at them once he found his balance atop the car. Before the two men who were helping each other could react, Minnie had already fired her shot, saving their lives.

"Why in the fuck did I do that?" She said, getting their attention. She made brief eye contact with the now tall man in the blue coat. Her hazel eyes connecting with his blue. He looked speechless as she could tell his jaw was dropped behind his bandana. His worn leather hat hid most of his features, but she would permanently remember the color of his eyes for the rest of her life. He went to speak before she wiped a piece of blonde hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear as she turned her back to them as she jumped down to the car below, taking her Litchfield Repeater from her shoulder, firing fourteen rounds through the air as she took out every guard in her path as the two men were making their own paths a couple of cars ahead of her. She hid as she felt the train jolt to a harsh stop, fearing that they would try to kill her once the gunfire had stopped.

"Who was that?" One of the men asked frantically as they stepped off of the train. The man sounded African American, but she didn't want to assume.

"Believe that was our friend Miss Barlow!" The other man said. His voice sounded like a mix of southern and Irish descent, but she didn't let herself focus too much on this "man in blue" as she had plenty of other things to worry about at that moment. Gunfire started again, but it was Cornwall's best men arriving for battle as they exited the passenger cars, showering the two outlaws outside. She was never one to run from a fight, but she didn't know who she was fighting aside from Cornwall. Were they outlaws like her? Were they bounty hunters? Were they Pinkertons?

Frantic thoughts went through her head as she made her way towards the front of the train only to be lept on by one of Cornwall's guards. He used the back of his hand to slap her cheek, causing her bandana to slip over her nose and gather around her neck. "Scum!" He spits at her as one of his palms was around her throat, his other hand reaching for her pistol.

"Bite me!" She retorted as she used her knee to aim into his groin, causing him to groan in pain, but he tightened his grip in response. She grit her teeth together as she refused to give up, her eyes jolting open as the man suddenly collapsed on top of her with the echo of a gunshot fainting away behind. She growled as she pushed the man off of her, looking up to see the "man in blue" slowly approaching her.

"You okay, Miss?" He dared to ask.

"Do I look okay?" She retorted.

"Well," He chuckled softly. "No." He said as he held out his hand. She didn't know why, but she took his gesture and was rather surprised at how effortless he hoisted her to her feet, quickly putting her bandana back over her nose before he could recognize her.

"Thanks," She nodded as the brief silence was interrupted by more gunshots. "Goddamn! How many more are here?!" She shouted as she helped take as many shots as she could, taking a post the farthest away from "the man in blue" as she couldn't yet trust him. She couldn't trust anybody. As only a couple of enemies were left, she slowly slid away out of sight, using the rocky hillside to sneak away without a trace. She pressed her back against the cliff wall, taking a deep breath, her heart racing.

'I don't know about findin' love, but that sure excited me,' She breathed to herself in regards to "the man in blue," remembering how beautiful his eyes were to her and how inviting he made himself appear. She was never one to wish to see someone again, but she sure hoped to see the fellow outlaw without his bandana.

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Arthur and Lenny successfully cleared out the remaining guards from one of the train cars, taking a quick break from the ceased gunfire to catch their breaths.

"Arthur, who was that woman?" Lenny asked, panting.

"I think that was who we think it was," Arthur replied, distraught and panicked, wondering if he really did come into contact with her or if he was letting his mind play tricks on him. What ever it was, her sharp hazel eyes captured a spot in his memory forever, how just a few brown speckles were splotched in her irises kept them from being an emerald green. He wondered if she was okay, but he assumed so as there was no sign of her anywhere. He took a deep breath and loaded more bullets into his revolver as he heard horse hooves approach, thankful that it was Dutch and the rest of the men.

"Are you two alright?" Dutch asked.

"Yes, let's get the money and go," Arthur grunted.

"We got some fellers holed up in that last car," Dutch said, pointing towards the stopped train.

"Ah, shit,"

"What are you boys planning on doing in there?" Dutch commanded. "Listen to me, we don't wanna kill any of ya - any more of ya," He said, winning a sinister snicker from his gang. "I give you my word, but trust me, we will!"

"I work for Leviticus Cornwall! We got our orders!" One of the men holed up inside shouted.

"Okay, you asked for it," Dutch shook his head. "Five!"

"We ain't openin' this door!"

"Four! Three, two, one!" Dutch taunted. "Seems our friends have gone deaf! Wake 'em up a little!" He shouted before he and the rest of the gang littered the first class train car with bullets. The gang could see the luxury from outside through the bullet holes, eager to make their way inside at a peek of what a luxury life could get them. More importantly, looting the safe.

"You got no way in here!"

"That's enough!" Dutch commanded. "Mr. Williamson, give Mr. Morgan and Mr. Smith some dynamite. You two boys go blow that door open,"

Arthur nodded as he took the explosives from Bill, walking towards the train aggressively as he tossed a stick of dynamite to Charles, the men planting the explosives in the wedge of the steel door.

"Now don't matter too much to us, but you boys in there, might wanna take a step back!" Dutch warned.

"Here we go!" Arthur warned as he and Charles lit a match from the bottom of their boots, walking away from the car quickly before it blew, spooking all of their horses and every animal within five miles, probably alerting local lawmen as well.

"Alright, come on! Just walk on out here!" Dutch commanded to the remaining employees. "We don't wanna kill you, we just wanna rob your boss,"

"Sounds like they ride with Minnie Barlow," One man whispered to the other as they slowly walked out of the car with their hands up. The hushed sentence didn't go unnoticed as Arthur harshly pushed them onto their knees into the snow, greeting them with the barrel of his revolver. "You don't know what you're talkin' about," Arthur hissed as he made his way into the train car. A brief thought of 'Why in the hell are you so protective over her?' crossed his mind as he entered the car, but soon forgot about the subject as he looted the grand desk and matching cabinets, taking a fine bottle of brandy and cigars during his search.

"Look at this place! It's like a palace!" Lenny gawked.

"Now I've seen everything," Arthur replied. "You two got the safe?"

"Oh yes, should be easy as cake!" Micah sneered as he and Lenny made their way to the safe.

Arthur continued to look through the drawers surrounding the car, taking some bonds he found as one of the many prizes Dutch would like to show. Upon finding a few letters addressed to Mr. Cornwall, he found yet again another 'Wanted' poster of Minnie:

"WANTED"

DEAD OR ALIVE

$8,000.00

MINNIE "BANDIT" BARLOW

THEFT, ROBBERY, and ARSON

APPROACH WITH CAUTION

LAST SEEN OUTSIDE CITADEL ROCK, NEW HANOVER

'For eight-thousand, she could turn herself in and still get out,' Arthur chuckled to himself as he put away the poster, welcoming that warm and "fluttery" feeling in his chest. Excitement? As he thought more on the subject, he now had a reason to find her for saving his life.

"How's it looking in there?" Dutch shouted from outside. Arthur shook his head from his thoughts as he met up with Micah and Lenny, their hands full of papers.

"What're those?" Arthur asked.

"Just a pile of papers," Micah replied.

"Bonds?" Arthur asked.

"I don't think so," Micah said as he turned to Lenny. "Here, make yourself useful. Least we all know you can read," He sneered to the colored boy.

"Shut up, Micah!" Lenny snarled as he jerked the papers from the greasy blonde cowboy.

"Railroad contracts, invoices, blah, blah, blah," Micah slurred. "You got anything besides another picture of that steamin' blonde?" Micah insisted to Arthur, clearly trying to get him irritated, in which he succeeded. Arthur looked at him with haste in his eyes.

If looks could kill...

'Yeah, I got a beatin' waitin' on ya,' Arthur replied in his own thought at Micha's remark, only to realize that Micah had been talking to Lenny instead.

"Not really. Sugar imports from the Spanish West Indies... a lot of sugar," Lenny replied. "Some fancy new boat he's ordered from Europe."

"I am not robbing another boat for as long as I live," Micah chuckled. "Have you checked all the drawers and cabinets?"

Arthur didn't respond to his question as it was now intended towards him. Instead, he glared at him as he shook a stray hair from his face as he was due for a trim.

"Any luck, Arthur?" Lenny asked.

"Nothing much, yet," Arthur replied as he lept to the snow as he exited the train car to meet up with the others.

"What did you find?" Dutch asked as Arthur approached him, reaching into his satchel.

"These," He said as he handed him the papers. "Bonds. They worth anything?"

"Oh, sure," Dutch replied. "Bearer bonds. I think we can probably sell these pretty easily. Well done!" He encouraged. "Now would you get rid of all of this?"

"The train?" Arthur asked.

"Yeah, get it out of here,"

"What about them?"

"What do you think?" Dutch asked as both the men shrugged their shoulders.

"I don't know,"

Dutch chuckled, "It's up to you. Kill 'em, leave 'em here, take 'em with ya on the train. Just make sure they don't send no folk after us!"

"Okay!"

"See you back at camp!" Dutch said as he mounted The Count. "When you get back, we'll be moving on! The rest of you, let's ride!"

Arthur shook his head as he approached the man who assumed him and the gang to be riding with Miss Barlow, "Why are you askin' about Minnie Barlow?" He questioned.

The man shook his head, "I-I just know she's been seen robbin' trains around here, that's all. She robbed us before and our boss has it out for her!"

"It ain't her who's robbin' ya, it's the O'Driscoll gang." Arthur replied, protecting her from further pursuit.

"Th-then who are you?"

"Your worst nightmare if you and your men don't get back on that train," Arthur threatened, his tone low. The men nodded obediently as they scurried onto the car. Arthur soon ran to the main engine car, pulling the lever as he felt the train shift forwards. He jumped off and whistled for his new horse, surprised that the horse actually came at his command. He sat back in the saddle as he looked around the quiet snowfall, wondering how Minnie Barlow scurried off without a trace and wondering if she was okay. He looked around briefly, seeing small footprints that led to the outer rim of the ridge to where she escaped. With a smirk in the assurance that she escaped alive, he nudged his horse into a lope as he made his way back to camp.

[fortunatelyhauntedblackcherry]

Moonshine - A Beetlejuice Fanfiction 12

Warning: swearing, several mentions of murder, scaring people out of their pants, Beej being a creep, shotgun use, abusive ex.

The ground was shaking, the house was somehow glitching and green smoke filled the living room. The girls heard a loud, croaky, devilish laugh right before the room turned completely dark. Even the lightning stopped. Sofía held Rei close in fear, while Ari was looking around with lustruous eyes. All of a sudden, a gravelly voice filled the air.

- Welcome, welcome, welcome, lovely ladies! - a weirdly handsome, husky man with fluffy hair, which went from black roots to glowing, bright green tops and stubble colored the same way stood on the dining table. He wore a dirty striped suit with a stripey shirt; a green tie, which had several spots of moss on it; black suspenders; and dirty black leather shoes with stacked heels. He was grinning, showing his sharp double canines; his golden, kind of catlike eyes were shining in excitement. Some random spots of dirt and maybe rotting patterned his face. He put a spotlight on himself, and as he threw his hands above his head, a couple of red neon lights lighted up around him. Some of them were arrows, pointing at him, some of them were captions saying "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice". - Can all of you see me now?

- SHIT HE'S REAL. - screamed Rei.

- Wow. - gasped Ari right before the man jumped down from the table. He landed right in front of her. He locked his gaze in hers and offered her a hand. - You look WAY better than I imagined, based on the voice. - she put her palm in his. - Not so dead... - Beetlejuice lifted Ari up from the ground and as he did, he locked her in his arms, swooped her off her feet and planted a kiss on her lips. Which was followed by a bitchslap from the wide-eyed breather girl. Beetlejuice let Ari go, still smiling like an idiot.

- Sorry, sorry, I got overjoyed, I just had to, I couldn't help myself. Am I overstepping my bounds? - Ari nodded and smiled while she wiped her lips. This man can't be real. Crazy motherfucker is worse than I imagined. - It's just that this whole thing is so beautiful! - his voice got emotional and he put his hands on his chest, where Ari imagined his heart would've been. - You called me! You didn't have to, but you called me!

- The fuck you mean she didn't had to? - asked Rei who let go of Sofía to inspect the demon more closely. Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow, pulled a grimace, snapped his fingers and a couple pieces of furniture appeared before the winter garden's door, making a barricade.

- Solves all ya problems. - he turned back to Ari. - NOW! I'm gonna go, kill those suckers, have some fun, earn some screams, and leave chaos in my wake!

- Yes, good, get on it! - stated Ari, held Beetlejuice's wide shoulders, and turned him around to face the backdoor. - Get'em, tiger. - Sofía jumped in front of them, making Beetlejuice almost fall over.

- Wait, you really want him to do that?!? - Ari gestured with her hand and raised her eyebrows.

- Duuuh, I didn't summon him to play fucking yahtzee! - BJ chuckled and put his elbow on Ari's shoulder.

- I like your jokes but I like hu-mor. - he cooed with a tilted head and a cheesy smile. Ari flashed a kind of annoyed look at him and blinked fast.

- Later, Beetlejuice, later, please, we have so much shit to do and haunt and kill now.

- You can't do that! - said Sofía, still standing before Ari and BJ. - It's not just morally wrong, but don't ya think, Ariadné dearest, that if a bunch of guys get brutally murdered here, we'll have to bury them and having a shitton of mounds in our backyard would raise suspicion? AND since we have such a bad luck, I'm pretty sure the police would find the bodies somehow. - Beetlejuice layed back to the wall, inspecting his dirty black nails, sighing. There's so much trouble with living folks, they always find somethin' to ruin the fun. It's easier with dead guys, you have some problems with them, you just throw 'em to a sandworm and your problems are solved! WAIT...

- Hey, guys, sorry to barge in, but I just wanna state that if you push someone, that’s bullying, if you kill someone, that’s murder, sure, but if there is no evidence and nobody sees it... - he shrugged. - ...it’s a simple accident. - he showed a toothy grin, lightning flashing on his sharp double canines. - And those goddamn sandworms could swallow anyone alive.

- What's a sandworm? - asked Ari excitedly. BJ shrugged.

- Oh ya know, nothing much, just 10-meters-tall two-headed snakes with a killer appetite. If they eat someone, they automatically get deported to the Netherworld, or I dunno how ya folks call it, Purgatory. No problem with the body, or the ghost. - Ari smiled widely and launched herself at Beetlejuice. She hugged his neck tightly.

- YOU ARE A GENIUS! - Beetlejuice just stood still, not knowing what to do with the sudden hug.

- Well, being dead has its perks. - he said with a small, weird laugh. Ari made a disgusted face and quickly let go.

- Ew, you smell like rotten meat. Gross.

- Aww thanks babe! - ha cooed and put his weight from one leg to another like a little kid.

Rei cleared her throat.

- Isn't that swallowing thing still murder though? - Beetlejuice appeared right behind her out of thin air.

- Jesus Christ, Rei, you sexy son of a bitch, grow up! - he said and pinched her booty, then quickly reappeared on the dining table. - Please, sweethearts, shut up already! - he said in a nagging manner. - I'm ready for some people to die! Let me have my fun, you guys are like a snorefest! - the knocking started again, since the bad guys on the other side of the door realized they can't break it.

- Who's there with ya honey? - asked Matt, after hearing BJ talk. - Did... DID YOU HOOK UP WITH SOMEONE?! I AM ALL THAT YOU NEED! ARIADNÉ, DON'T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!!! - BJ pointed at the door.

- See, the stupid motherfucker's even asking for it!

The girls looked at each other. Rei was the first to talk.

- Well, I have a very little patience for stupidity. I say let's get rid of these jerks. - Sofía rolled her eyes and tried to say something but Beetlejuice quickly pointed at her and a metal plate appeared on her lips, making her unable to talk. She flashed an angry look at the demon. But he just shrugged with a wicked smile.

- Silence gives consent.

- There's only one more thing! - stated Rei, which made Beetlejuice do a huge eyeroll.

- WHATTTT.

- Kill only Matt. His henchmen don't deserve death, I mean at least I think so. - she said while looking at Ari. She nodded with pouted lips. - Only scare them. If you can do that. - Beetlejuice held his chest and dramatically made the expression of fainting.

- If I can do that?! What do ya think, what am I, a newbie? - he jumped off the table, booping Rei's nose. - Babes, I've been scaring for like a millennia. I'm the bio-exorcist of the Netherworld, giving houses enemas and shit. - he turned away. - Don't underestimate my power cause I'll be offended! - Ari laughed, jumped next to Beetlejuice who hold his arm out, so she locked arms with him. He stared deeply into her widely opened, emerald green eyes. - So tell me, little wolf, do you want to punish those who have wronged you? - he said in an arousing tone. His gravelly voice made Ari slightly shiver and gulp.

- Y-yes...

- Alright ladies, then let's turn up the juice and see what shakes loose!

With a snap of the fingers, all 4 of them teleported to the kitchen. The metal plate from Sofía's mouth disappeared, which made her kind of relieved, but still left her grouching.

- You snake-ass bitches don't respect the Sister Code... - she grumbled.

- Hey, d'ya want me to put the plate back on your slutty mouth, woman?! - asked Beetlejuice in a sharp tone. Sofía crossed her arms before her chest.

- ...I hate you. - Beetlejuice nodded then turned back to Ari with a devilish smile. His eyes were literally glowing at this point, and maybe he had sharper and a bit more teeth than an average human would have.

- Okay, so first thing first, I'm invoking the "No Judgement” clause of our friendship.

- What? Why? - asked Ari. Beetlejuice layed back to the middle kitchen counter and fixed his jacket. He flashed his glowing, hungry eyes at Ari and winked.

- Cause Imma get a little nasty... - Beetlejuice was interrupted by an angry scream. Matthias was banging on the door so loud at this point that Rei was sure he already broke some of his fingers.

- OPEN UP OR I'LL SHOOT THIS FUCKIN DOOR OPEN! - Ari's lower lip juddered at the sudden shouting. She cupped Beetlejuice's chubby face in her palms, took a deep breath and with heated determination in her eyes she said:

- Make him piss his pants.

- Your wish is my command, babes.

- I'M GONNA COUNT TO THREE! - Beetlejuice looked at the door and snapped his fingers. - ONE! - the furniture floated back to their original places. - TWO! - BJ let out a voiceless laugh as he wiggled his fingers and made the whole house pitch black. - FUCK IT! - and with that, right after the sound of barrel-loading a shotgun, the door of the winter garden opened with a creek.

One of the most sobering things in the world must be to experience a classical horror cliché in a house that is rumored to be haunted. There were 5 men standing behind Matt; he met them all earlier that night at a shitty pub, and they were all horny and drunk enough for Matthias to convince them easily to follow him and break into the house of his ex-girlfriend. Stupid boys thought that they'll get some easy pussy that night. Then they saw the house and all of them started to get second thoughts... But they quickly brushed them off, those rumors were just to scare the little townsfolk.

As soon as the door opened, Matt's henchmen looked at each other. Matthias hastily stepped into the house and looked back at the guys. They were stalling and shared concerned looks. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and appeared with the girls hidden behind one of the huge cupboards of the winter garden. He leaned closer to Ari and whispered:

- Watch. This. - he pointed at one of Ari's big oleanders and started to wiggle his fingers. The plant started to grow, and as it got bigger and bigger, it became an anthropomorphic cross between a Venus flytrap and an avocado. It had a huge, nasty-looking pod which had shark-like teeth. Ari gasped and smiled widely. She always wanted to see this plant in real life. The men didn't notice the plant first, but then one of them started to sniff the air, which was filled with the smell of blood now, and turned around. As soon as he spotted the plant, he screamed like a girl. Beetlejuice opened his mouth in awe and circled his nipples.

- Oh how I missed that sound... - he purred. Ari laughed.

- Do the Voice, do the Voice, do the Voice! - she said excitedly and jokingly smacked BJ's upper arm a couple times. The demon showed his teeth, held out his hand like a sock puppet and immitated talking with it. As he did, the plant started to talk.

- FEED ME SEYMOOUUR! - the plant growled at the men before it. All 5 of them screamed and launched themselves into the pitch black room. They shoved Matt before themselves, who fell on his stomach, dropped his weapon and headbanged the hardwood floor. Beetlejuice snapped his fingers again, which made him and the girls reappear behind the sofa. He peeked out, threw his hand up and made a pulling movement. The burglars all got dragged deeper into the room. It felt like something grabbed their ankles and pulled them...

In the blink of a moment, the door slammed shut behind them, and maniacal laughter filled the air, like it came from every direction. Beetlejuice winked at the girls and got back to his normal, gravelly tone.

- Learn to throw your voice, fool your friends, fun at parties!

- Now THAT is cool! I wanna do that too! - said Rei in an excited tone. Sofía rolled her eyes; she was still very pissed at her sisters so she decided to not give a damn, doesn't matter what awesome things Ari's demon buddy could do. Ari peeked over the edge of the sofa and giggled at the expressions of the men. They looked so afraid. Beetlejuice quickly pulled her back and shushed her with a small laugh. He gestured towards the fireplace which instantly lit up. One of the guys let out a tiny scream, which made BJ rub his palms in ecstasy. He bit his lower lip.

- Mi mamá was right. - said one of the burglars, a shorter latino guy with wobbly voice. - This place... is cursed.

- No it's not. - stated the one next to him. He sounded clearly afraid as well, he just tried to cover it with confidence. - Anyway, what is it with you and curses? You're never happy without a good curse. Superstitious idiot. - he changed into a more sarcastical tone. - "This is cursed, that is cursed!"

- Give it a rest, will ya!!! - shouted Matt, who was looking for the shotgun. - Don't be pussies! It's just the wind, and my baby always had weird plants. You know what we came for. Let's head upstairs, 2 people per girl, and have some fun! - he flashed an evil smile at his "friends". And that made Beetlejuice's blood boil.

- Not on my watch, Mattyboy! - he hissed. He closed his eyes for a moment. Welp, hope I'm not rusty. - Let's see, what are you jerks the most afraid of?

He disappeared from behind the sofa. The girls peeked out, and clearly saw a shadow figure circling the men. It was audible that something was moving behind them. The burglars turned around but didn't see a thing. Beetlejuice's shadow form took a quick look into every men's eyes. Several scriptures from the Middle Ages tell us that if a demon looks into your eyes, they can see your biggest fears. Who would've thought that it's true?

- Got it. - said Beej as he reappeared behind the sofa with a snap. He took a quick look on Ari's excited faced, and flashed a toothy grin. - This is gonna be so. Much. Fun. Let's give those guys the fright of their lives! - Beetlejuice disappeared again, just to reappear next to the windows. His figure was vaguely illuminated by the random thunderbolts. He tilted his head sideways and dropped his left hand next to himself. His painted black nails grew into huge claws, his catlike eyes were glowing, just like his dark burgundy hair. It always looked like this when he was in a destructive, devilish mood. He flashed a wicked, Cheshire-like smile and started to scratch the windows. It made the girls' get goosebumps but the burglars' look was a good enough compensation for the unpleasantness. Ari was pretty sure that the guys saw BJ for a moment before he disappeared with a laugh again. He sounded so evil. Beetlejuice appeared next to Ari again, digging into his fluffy hair, eyes closed, wide smile on his face. Shit, that's hot, thought Ari. - I'm still the Ghost with the Most.

- What if they go upstairs? - asked Sof with a raised eyebrow, pointing at the burglars approaching the stairs. - Hmm? Did ya plan out something for that as well, Mr. Ghosty-ghost?

- Well I have ideas... - said Ari and leaned close to Beej. She whispered something into his ear which made him bite his lower lip. At this point his teeth were more shark-like than human-like.

- Shit babes, you're a natural... - he moaned and flung his hand towards the stairs. Matthias just stepped on the first step, but was stopped by the sight of 2 little girls standing on the top of the stairs, holding hands. Their eyes were all black.

- Come play with us, Matty. Forever... and ever... and ever... - they said in the same rhythm, with the creepiest child-voice you can ever imagine. The burglars stepped back. Ari couldn't hold back any longer and shouted:

- NOW!

The children started screaming histerically and in the same moment, blood started to wave down the stairs, soaring on the walls, splashing at the men. They all screamed bloody murder and tried to ran away, scattering in every possible direction. Beetlejuice's eyes were glowing with pleasure.

- Do you hear that sound, Ari? That BEAUTIFUL sound? - he said with a moan and bit his fist. - That is the sound, of clean, white, shorts turning brown.. - he looked at Ari. - Ain't it the sweetest noise around? - he laughed maniacally which made Ari and Rei giggle as well. - You guys stay here so you won't stay in the way, but you... - he grabbed Ari's hand and pulled her up to her feet. - ...you deserve to enjoy the show from first row, babes.

With a snap, they appeared in the corner, next to good old Long John Silver's skeleton. Beetlejuice wiggled his fingers and the pirate slowly came to life. One of the burglars, with terror in his eyes, tried to run away as far as possible from the reanimated corpse, but clumsily, he lost his foothold because of the dripping blood from his clothes and fell on his back. It made a huge thud. Ari burst out laughing, like the child she was in heart, but tried to cover her mouth with her hand. Beetlejuice was laughing too, but decided to top his performance and wiggled his fingers again. The pirate started rattling as he lifted his sword up, let out a warcry, and started to run in the lying man's direction. He let out an agonizingly high-pitched scream as he got up. BJ and Ari laughed more histerically.

- Did you hear that?! - wheezed the girl and slapped BJ's shoulder. - Oh my god let's make some more people scream!

BJ held Ari's hand, and pulled her over to the TV. The demon tapped the screen which instantly lit up in blue. Weird streaks appeared on it, then a hand from the inside, tapping the glass. Then another one. Then one more. Two guys, who now held each other, screamed out. BJ put his arm around Ari's shoulders.

- Panic and stress, oh ain't it the best? - he said an laughed with his head thrown backwards.

- You are such a weirdo! - she laughed and elbowed him in the side. He let her go, tilted his head sideways, hunched down and bit his lips in a weird, kinda creepy manner. Ari wheezed and scruffed his fluffy hair. Beetlejuice hunched down more.

- Now behind my ear... - he said with a moan. Ari pulled her hand back with a laugh. She looked around, admiring the sight of bloody men running around, but then her eyes found a specific person standing before the steps, staring at her with a shotgun in his hand. The smile from her face disappeared. She took a step back, and Beetlejuice instantly stepped before her, covering her with his body. He formed a little cup with one of his hands, held out the other dramatically and blew into his palm. A huge blob of fire appeared right before them, blowing up in Matthias's face. He screamed and BJ laughed. - No worries babes, I got ya. NOW WHERE WERE WE. - he turned around and after some looking, he pointed at a guy. He was trying to open up the front door, but it was shut. Beetlejuice made huge gestures and summoned a crazy eyed, killer looking dog. Ari awwed and crouched down. The dog acted all surprised when the girl scruffed his head, but in half a second he got really happy and wagged his tail. Beetlejuice raised an eyebrow and made an unimpressed face. - You are a hellhound, you are SO not supposed to do that. - Ari laughed, hugged the dog one more time, then pointed at the guy Beetlejuice was eyeing.

- Go, catch! - she said in an angelic voice. The hellhound started barking and running towards his target. Poor guy jumped up on the hall cabinet.

Beetlejuice snapped again. They now appeared in the downstairs bathroom. A burglar was leaning against the bathroom door, huffing, and as they appeared, he pointed at BJ in fear.

- YOU! - he shouted. - My dad told me about you! The stripey demon with the stupid hair who haunts the creepy house at the edge of the town! Nobody believed a young weedhead pizza guy but you ARE real! - Beetlejuice shrugged and flashed an evil smile.

- Well, why didn't you listen to him? I bet he told ya to stay away from this... - he rubbed his palms together. - ...creepy house... - he opened his palms, water pouring out of them. Ari climbed up on the washing machine, which was a good idea, noticing that something huge started to move in the water. A crab-like figure. The guy screamed bloody murder. BJ laughed and snapped. Him and Ari reappeared in the living room, right behind the sofa. Rei was clapping like an idiot. Shit, even Sofía looked a bit more enthusiastic now. What can I say, the guy IS good.

- Are you lovely ladies having fun? - Ari and Rei nodded exaggeratedly, Sofía huffed and rolled her eyes. - Well the real show is just about to begin! Take your seats! - Beetlejuice teleported the girls onto the sofa while himself appeared on the coffee-table. He started tapping a rhythm with his feet and out of nowhere, the sound of a guitar could be heard. Then came drums. BJ was kinda dancing around on the table, feeling himself. One of the burglars ran towards him with a glass thing he found on one of the shelves. BJ fixed his jacket and with a movement of a hand, he summoned fire towards him. Then laughed at the guy falling over. Now full on music was blasting. Theatrical weirdo, thought Ari. Rei clapped, BJ bowed. Then he raised his hands slowly, making big spiders emerge from the ground. Sof whined a little and closed her eyes.

- EWEWEWEWEW.

One of the burglars, who was sitting in the corner, legs pulled up to his chest, cried out.

- THIS IS JUST A LUCID DREAM! I'M DREAMING! - BJ turned his head backwards, then floated before him with a normal facing, tilted head, and grabbed the guy's chin.

- Really? - the girls didn't see what's happening really, but what they saw, was that BJ's head was getting bigger and that he opened his lower jaw like a snake. - Then tell me, buddyboy, why do I hear you screaming? - the burglar screamed out and turned white as a wall. Beetlejuice appeared next to Ari on the sofa. He wiped his teary eyes and laughed again. Ari grabbed his thigh with an excited smile.

- You are fantastic! Unbelievable! That was a sound that says I will never sleep well again! - she breathed in. BJ's eyes were glowing at her. Literally glowing. - I can't believe you are such a talented scarer. Hollywood should learn from you. - the demon looked down at his shoes and crumpled his jacket. A slight streak of pink appeared in his hair. Ari jumped back. - OH MY GOD YOUR HAIR CHANGES COLOR! - he pulled the differently colored streak and sighed.

- Yeah, it's like a moodring... Stupid thing always tells on me...

- THAT IS THE COOLEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN! - said Ari with excitement in her voice. - What does light pink mean?

- NOTHING. - stated Beej. With a little bit too much voice. He cleared his throat. - Imma tell ya later, but as you said, we still have so much shit to do, to haunt, to kill... - he winked at Ari who rolled her eyes and crossed her arms before her chest. Beetlejuice booped her nose, than pulled her up onto the table. He whirled her around in ecstasy, both laughing, BJ howling sometimes. - Nice moves, little hellion! - he laughed. The music in the background got louder and louder with each moment. BJ let Ari go for a moment. The guys were losing it at this point, most of them crying and running around. Beetlejuice looked at his pal. - Hey Ari, check this out! - he raised his hands, pointing at one guy after another, twitching with each move. All 6 of them stood up straight. BJ looked at Ari with a wicked smile. - Dance break!

To the rhythm of the music, the burglars all started to dance. They did the same moves BJ did, with a weird green fog in their eyes. Beetlejuice occasionally looked at the girls, who were laughing their asses off. BJ did The Thing™, which made them all snort. Beetlejuice didn't notice that it also made Ari check out his pelvic moves.

The music ended, Rei and Sof was holding each other, both of them teared up by laughter. Ari slapped her thighs. Beetlejuice bowed several times.

- Thank you, thank you, thank you! That was an old Scandinavian folk song. - the girls teared up again. Beetlejuice smiled like an idiot. Now his hair was more green then burgundy. He was having a great time. - I mean, yeah, I put my own spin on it, but... Hey, ya liked it!

And that's when their laughter was stopped by the sound of barrel-loading a shotgun.