Nasty Bug Man (Beetlejuice X Reader)

A Reunion

Beep

    Beep

    Beep

    Be-

    SLAP!

    “Ughhh…” 

    A dreary gloom hung over you head as your hand flopped onto your annoying alarm clock.  You turned your head that was once snug under your pillow to glare daggers at the satanic, beeping box.  

    5:30 am.

    D i s g u s t a n g.

    It took all the strength you had in sheet tangled body to sit up, setting your childhood teddy bear, Chester, to the side.  Yes, you still slept with a stuffed toy. He was your childhood best friend. You take him everywhere. Chester has always brought you great comfort to you.  Though, you tend to get a little defensive when asked by friends or family why you still hold onto him well into adulthood. What could you say? You were still in touch with your child-like side.  Got a problem with that? Well, too bad. Shut up, dummy. 

You stretch, feeling your spine pop a bit.

    “Aw, yeah,” you yawned, satisfied, “That’s good shit.”

    You kissed Chester’s fuzzy brown head before throwing back the warm comforter and swinging your legs over the side of the bed.  You stood up, your knees pop as you did so.

    “God,” you grumbled, “I have the skeleton of an 80 year old man.”

    Once out of bead, you drag your feet over to the full length mirror on the wall next to the closet.  You leaned in close to your reflection. You inspected your bare face, noticing the slight tinge of purple naturally painted the inner corners of your eyes due to your fucked sleep schedule.  Your hair was messy, some sections on the back of your head sticking up. Your pyjamas were frumpled up due to tossing and turning. You looked like death.

    “Yep,” you spoke, giving your reflection finger guns, “Lookin’ sexy.”

    After waking up in the shower and getting ready for the day, you left the old creepy house for your shitty job.  But as soon as you left, someone else had entered.

~Meanwhile~

    After being hired by the Maitlands to get what’s-her-face to see them, Beetlejuice took it upon himself to do some research and learn more about this apparently important house sitter…

...By being a nosey little asshole and looking through all her shit.  Ain’t he a stinker? 

  Beetlejuice poked his head through the ceiling of the guest bedroom.  The coast was clear. He floated down to the center of the room. What to search through first?

He walked to the dresser and opened a random drawer. 

“Okay, house sitter,” he said to himself, “Whatcha got in here?”

He gasped in a happy surprise.

“YES! PANTY DRAWER!!”  

His grubby hands picked a pair of purple underwear.  “Oh yeah,” he laughed, “This girl’s got good taste.” He stretched the band, aiming it at the lamp on the nightstand.  He shot it like a slingshot, making it land directly on top of the lamp shade. “Haha, nice.” He nodded to himself, satisfied at his job well done.  

A mass sitting on top of the pillows caught the green demon’s attention.  It was a small, brown teddy bear. It’s fur was brown and matted with what seemed like years of playtime and love.  Black button eyes shined in the semi-good lighting in the room. Around his neck was a cute, little, red velvet bow tie.