I keep finding fics in witch the reader is afraid of scary movies. So I'd like to request Beetlejuice x reader who absolutely loves horror movies.
Thank you! I personally hate scary movies so I'll have to...
*~Get into character~*
Ahem... Death. Gore. Jump scares. Blood and stuff. Super chill. Love that shit. Also I suppose it's safe to say TW for blood, gore, and horror mentions. The movie I'm using here is The Void. Watched it with some friends once cause I DO love FX makeup and practical effects.
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"Y/N, you're scaring me. And trust me baby, that's saying something."
Your eyes were GLUED to the screen, your hand mindlessly tipping piece after piece of popcorn into your mouth. You leaned forward in anticipation.
The music had cut out completely, so you could only hear the faint shuffling and panicked breathing of the protagonist as they moved through the darkness. It was an overly obvious set up for a jump scare, sure, but you'd already binged most of your favorites this weekend - a cheap thrill was still a thrill. There was a pause, the protagonist turned the corner and--
"AAAAAAUUUUGHH!!!" Right on cue! They were drug away by one of the grotesque creatures of The Void. You couldn't help the slight jump (the trope had to earn its name somehow) you made before collapsing into a fit of giggles. "Whoo! Man, gotta love those practical effects. I wonder how they made it ooze like that..."
"Couldn't tell ya if I tried, doll." Beetlejuice said. And he couldn't, really. All your occult obsessions and love of horror aside, Beetlejuice had been haunting your home for over a month and you hadn't once been able to see or hear him. Not that he was trying all that hard; the incident with the Deetz's was still fresh in his mind. Befriending those damn breathers had left him with some... questionable morals, in that he now HAD morals, and he wasn't sure yet if fraternizing with the living was fair to them.
"Aah!" You yelped when the cultists finally caught up to the other heroes.
But damn, if your scream wasn't the cutest thing he'd ever heard. Maybe... just a little scare? Couldn't hurt, right? You clearly loved being scared. Just one teensy, tiny scare? He cracked his knuckles and got to work, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
The movie took a weird turn from there, something to do with a giant floating pyramid and then it cut to black. One of those 'ambiguous endings.' Still, not bad for an indie flick. You yawned and reached for the remote, ready to turn in for the night.
*fzzt!* the television cut to static. The image shifted and contorted, and you swore you could just make out words on the screen. You got up from the couch, inching closer to get a better look.
"Beetle. Juice?"
The words flashed again, faster and faster, almost excitedly. Admittedly a bit weirded out, your hand reached up to turn off the television. You gasped when you hand touched something scaly, recoiling just in time to avoid being bitten by the giant stiped snake now adorning your tv set. It's tail trailed down the screen, almost as if pointing to the words that were still erratically flashing there. You were certain now that you were recieving instructions, and you weren't terribly thrilled about the possible consequences... whether you obeyed, or not. You steadied yourself.
"Beetlejuice."
The snake slithered to the floor and slunk away behind the couch. You turned to chase after it, only to find yourself glued to your spot on the floor.
Beetlejuice was thrilled. Each time you said his name, he grew just a little more tethered to the world up top. You'd finally been able to see something he conjured up, it felt amazing! Now, to seal the deal. With a flick of his wrist, he made your television rattle and shake, the static growing ever louder. There was a new word on the screen now.
'Again'
You took a shaky breath. Movies were one thing, but this? You could turn off a movie. A movie couldn't leave the screen. A movie couldn't dim your lights and rattle your tv and bring giant snakes into your home. That's the sort of thing a spirit could do, but those didn't exist. They couldn't, could they?
Still, some sense of morbid curiosity pushed you to keep going. The final "Beetlejuice" almost felt like it was pulled from your throat.
Suddenly, the static cut out. Everything went pitch black, in fact. The air was unnaturally still. All you could sense was the ground beneath you and the ever-growing smell of damp earth and death. Fear coursed through you like never before. You could feel cold breath on the back of your neck. You squeezed your eyes shut, one last feeble attempt to shut everything out as a scream raked across your vocal chords. Then, silence.
"You sure you're not the ghost, here?" A gravely voice whispered through the darkness.
You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. The momentary confusion at such an odd question gave you just enough courage to squeak out, "w-what?"
The voice chuckled, "'Cause your smile has been HAUNTING me for weeks!"
Without warning, the lights flickered back on. The smell of death faded, leaving only the scent of popcorn, earth, and something you would have noticed smelled an awful lot like pot, had you been paying attention.
"Pretty good, huh babes?" You turned to the source of the sound to find a man in a striped suit lounging on your couch. "Better than any of those lame movies you've been watching all day, that's for damn sure."
You sat there, shocked beyond belief. In your crazed state, you did the very same thing that had carried you through even the most harrowing horror films, you laughed. You laughed away all the dread you were feeling until that sweet adrenaline high was completely untainted by any shread of fear.
The man's grin grew to inhuman proportions. "The name's BJ. I'm your local demon, bio exorcist, occasional interior decorator, sex god - you name it. I'm the ghost with the most, baby doll." He said with a wink and an outstretched hand, "pleased to finally make your acquaintance."