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Reluctantly for Beej. Also, I can see this happening if the neighborhood kids play D&D and invite her over to play.

Kid 1: She can't play D&D.

Lyds: *folding arms* Why not?

Kid 1: Cause you're a girl.

Lyds: *deadpan* Wow, so observant. You also forgot that I'm able to summon a demon who won't hesitate to fuck with your mind six ways from Sunday.

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Lydia nodded silently before wishing her good night as she headed to her room, keeping the door open. She had enough of closed doors to last a lifetime. "Beej...what if we did stay?" She asked, looking over at him as she crawled into the giant bed.

"They're really nice, maybe to the point of being the human versions of cinnamon rolls, but they mean well. You saw how doting they are. They just want that chance to be a family, taking care of a kid." She sighed softly.

"I don't fucking know. But what I do know is that they won't betray us."

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Yeah. I mean the nice labradoodle cinnamon rolls suddenly have a black kid? Eyebrows will be raised.

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"Yeah, I'll be okay." Lydia replied before noticing Barbara's expression. She looked...sad. She knew she shouldn't pry, but she wanted to at least say something to maybe comfort the woman.

"You...don't have any kids...do you?" She asked softly, looking up at her.

"That's why you're so caring; you just want to be a mom."

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I was thinking, maybe we should have characters like Mike and the Gang so Lyds has someone her age to talk to. They of course think it's bad ass that she has a demon. Might even dub her Demon Queen, Necromancer, or something cool like that. Beetlejuice just calls them nerds, dorks, or morons.

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Lydia rolled her eyes as Beetlejuice disappeared to snoop around. "Fucking pervert." She muttered before getting into the shower. She let the hot water drench her, washing away dirt and grime she had along with blood from the scrapes she got from dodging the car. She sighed softly, feeling relaxed as she changed into the clothes Barbara had given her. They were a little big but definitely better than that lame medical gown. Maybe she could convince them to burn it since it was evidence.

She walked out of the bathroom, towel drying her hair as she walked down the hallway. She stopped upon seeing a room Barbara hadn't mentioned to her. Being curious, she opened the small crack in the door wider, seeing a nursery. It had a soft, Robin's egg blue painted walls with white trim, an antique looking rocking chair with a matching changing table and crib. Suddenly getting the feeling she wasn't alone, she turned around to see Barbara in the doorway.

"I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-" She tried to explain, panic sinking in at the thought of being told off.

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Lydia didn't reply as she looked around the guest room, gently touching the blankets on the bed as if they'd disintegrate soon as she touched it. This had to be a dream. She pinched herself just to be sure. No. Not dreaming.

"Thank you." Lydia said softly before Barbara left her alone. She headed to the bathroom before closing the door and carefully removing the sling. She blinked once she caught sight of her reflection. An African American girl stared back at her; hair messed up complete with some bits of dirt and some dead leaves. She was thin, not enough to be considered anorexic but definitely malnourished as the torn, grimy gown hung on her frame like a child playing dressup with their mother's dress.

"God, I look pathetic." She said before looking over at Beetlejuice. "You'll be okay waiting outside, right?"

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"Is it an actual bed with sheets, blankets and a pillow?" Lydia asked, never having those luxuries at the facility. She had to keep from chuckling at Beetlejuice's comment about the couple being labradoodles...but yeah, they were just adorable softies.

"Maybe even a shower and some actual clothes?" She asked, noticing how disheveled she looked right now. She could practically hear the song In The Arms of an Angel playing right now. That or she'd been with Beej too long and his insanity was rubbing off on her.

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Except for Lyds of course. She'd be safely outside before that happened. Then he'd probably look over and be all chipper, "Where to, Lyds?" Like nothing fucking happened.

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Lydia whimpered softly at the sight of the needle but when she didn't suddenly just plop over unconscious, she was surprised. Most syringes didn't have a numbing agent, just sedatives. She didn't even flinch when her shoulder was popped back in, smiling a little. Maybe other humans weren't that bad.

She chuckled a little at Beetlejuice's comment with a smirk that said maybe next time. She looked over at Barbara when she asked about somewhere she could go, tears starting to form again. Damn it, why was she so emotional tonight? "No. I don't even live here. My parents died years ago and I have no one else left alive." She replied sadly, just wanting to curl into a ball of self comfort.