The Acosmist • Beetlejuice x Reader • [discontinued]

Chapter II - Greetings

Juno sent me off after our interesting talk of this so-called poltergeist wreaking havoc both in the netherworld and living world, surprisingly. She told me to go to the one place I honestly did not want to go to, but alas, it was my duty. By the time I left her office, I felt sick realising how many men and women were-

You know what, let's not talk about that.

Standing at the entrance of the office, I sighed and looked up into the endless abyss. Stars shone brightly in an array of colours over me, and small stars peeked around with life. It made me smile to know that at least the netherworld still had something so beautiful. As I looked down, tapping my black heels against the wooden stairs, I wondered how this poltergeist was going to react. For the centuries I have been alive, I knew most people in the netherworld, even if they didn't know me. But for some odd reason, I had no idea who this man was. I was thrilled at the idea of meeting someone so mysterious. Finally, I can have some fun!

Stopping my nervous tapping, I clicked my fingers and vanished with a poof! I teleported in front of the brothel I would supposedly find this guy in. Reading the sign just above the large devil door, it read Pante's Inferno Room.

"How charming," I feigned in disgust. Rolling my eyes, I stepped up to the front of the Brothel, seeing a couple of girls peer down at me in lingerie. As I looked up to one, they started giggling. I smirked as they all started to show off quite a bit. But they weren't my reason to be here.

Pushing the door of the brothel open, I nearly choked on the pungent smell of booze, sex and perfume lingering in the air. I was surprised that anyone could even deal with such a scent. Looking around in the dark as the cacophony of noise killed my ears and the slight bloom of blue and red lights across the rooms, I saw quite a couple of people around. Some were being seduced, some extremely drunk or gambling at the tables and drinking at the bar.

Many heads turned towards me, which I wasn't surprised about. Some were shocked, some scared as I remembered that I gave them a little spook in the past and some held lust that made me want to send them to the pits of Hell. My heels clicked loudly, even over the blasting music, towards one of the dancers that were hanging around the side. She looked up at me, clearly confused. Only then did I realise she was one of the many clients Juno sent to me before. Her eyes widened in shock; it was almost comical to see her look so scared, even though before she was clearly ready to punch me in the face.

"Well, well, well... how are you doing, love?" I asked in a bitter-sweet tone, smiling at her widely.

I could visibly see her gulp, "h-hello, my Lady... I'm okay... did I do something wrong- I swear I didn't-"

I hushed her, quietly chuckling at her.

"No, but I do need a favour. Do you know a man by the name of... BJ?"

Her eyes gleamed a certain recognition before she started to look tense, "uh... yes. He's with one of my colleagues right now, but I can send him to you after..."

Ah. I guess he's busy.

"Alright. Thanks, love. And, make sure to not let that man get out without paying," I pointed over her shoulder to a man trying to leave through the front door. She quickly rushed over to one of the burly men on the side and clearly, he was pissed. Welp.

Turning back to the bar, I sat down gazing at the array of people bustling around. Some girls were flaunting around in sequin dresses, some just lingerie. I wasn't surprised, but the smell was starting to annoy me. This is disgusting.

Bang!

I heard a door slam open, and quickly turning around, I saw a man walkout. Chest out, walking with suave, he looked so smug. A girl trailed out behind him, clearly shaken. In a good or bad way, it was debatable. 

For the love of God, is that him?

Squinting my eyes at him, he seemed to trail his way to my area and take a seat right next to me. How convenient.

I heard him sigh before he looked at me, taking a double-take. " well well well, smooch. What chy'a doin' 'ere?"

Ignoring his question, I looked over at him and asked bluntly, "you're Beetlejuice, right?"

"You know me, sweets? Well yes, I am. How about-"

"Great," I latched a hand on his revolting black and white blazer and snapped my fingers, taking us somewhere more private.

If he doesn't sign this, I'm going to punch him so hard in the balls.

A/N: do I know where I'm going with this? Nope! Hope you enjoyed his chapter, I hope the next one is a bit more put together.