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“And no making jokes about–” He held up his hands– indicating the six fingers on each digit. Ford sighed, adjusting himself in his chair before pausing and standing up. Summoning a spirit was a pretty impressive feat, he had to be in the right sort of position for this.
Perhaps he should dress up? No– there was no need for that sort of thing.
He took a breath, glancing at the specter before speaking.
“Beetlejuice– Beetlejuice—” He paused, momentarily contemplating what he was doing. This spirit was trapped– but perhaps for good reason. He hoped he wasn’t about to make a terrible mistake. Closing his eyes, he said the name for a third and final time.
BJ NODS EAGERLY, willing to agree to anything at this point if it means being summoned, and he can’t stop his hands from flapping with excitement the first time Ford says his name. He’s bouncing on the balls of his feet, wide grin on his face, looking to the kid with bright, expecting eyes.
BEETLEJUICE! It’s happening. It’s happening! It’s really --- BEETLEJUICE! Oh, one more, come on, kid this is gonna be so good --- BEETLEJUICE!
The demon laughs maniacally, there’s a flash of lightening and a crack of thunder and pure power surges through him, and as soon as he can harness it, he puts it to good use ( there’s no one to terrorise, but he can’t be denied his dramatic entrance ) in summoning screaming spirits who float from the ground, an invisible choir of singing, more lightening, more thunder --- snakes & spiders & bugs scuttling from the floorboards as Betelgeuse floats upwards, still laughing, still enjoying just how much he can do now.
Betelgeuse floats back to the ground, laughter dying, and the very first thing he does once all the drama has died down is pull the kid into a bone-breaking hug. “Oh, man! Oh --- god, this feels amazing.” He cracks his fingers and points a finger, shoots a small bout of lightening that blasts a picture hanging on the wall, transforming the people into horrifying monsters. Betelgeuse bounces happily. “Look at that! Look! You can see it --- oh, everyone’s gonna be able to see it. My masterpiece! I could cry. Can you tell? Can you tell I’m gonna cry? I’m not gonna cry.” He’s crying. “Okay, what first? I wanna scare someone. Oh, I wanna scare someone so bad. Guess how long it’s been since I last scared someone --- I DON’T KNOW! I lost count! A few centuries, maybe more! Let me scare someone.”
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