PREVIOUSLY "BUG BEVERAGE" "Can we get a Beetlejuice fanfiction?" Sure! "Can we get a Beetlejuice fanfiction where Beetlejuice isn't as much of a dick and the focus of the story isn't his weird obsession with molesting people?" Thought you'd never ask! Be my guest as I try to portray the character as close to the source material (the musical, not the movie) as possible without wanting to make everyone wonder why the main character didn't immediately call the cops on him. Oh, and full disclosure, it's a story about death. 》Maturity Rating for Language《 》Obviously I do not own Beetlejuice the character《

Death is something considered to be taboo to the living. Some try to avoid the subject all together. Others embrace it, obsess over it, even. But, no matter how one views death, it is inevitable. Death sucks. Especially if it's the death of a loved one. But, as the living often say, the dead shall live in a better place and live on in our memories. When asked to house sit the house your old baby sitters died in for a family you met at work, you didn't really know what to expect. It sounded like a great deal at first. But, when you discover this house is full of ghosts, you start to think this job is gonna be harder than you could ever imagine.

There's little to no content of Musical Beetlejuice x readers so I'm here to supply everyone with some sustenance in these hard times. This is also my first fanfiction so feel free to let me know if I should continue it! (This also takes place a couple of months after the events of the Musical's story!)