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He perked up a little at her chuckle. At this point, Beetlejuice was pretty sure he existed to make this kid laugh. It was so rare, and always special. Like a zombie unicorn. Unfortunately, these days, it never lasted for long. He watched her outburst, a little proud of how much of his temper she'd gotten from him.

He frowned as she drew in on herself, and reached over to rub her back comfortingly. Some day, Beetlejuice was going to get them out of here. And hell could only help the rank pieces of shit that dared to make his kid cry.

"No," A woman wearing a labcoat answered. "As of right now, we have no way of telling when the entity is in the room."

"The entity is always in the room. Per safety protocol." A man in a plain, gray suit approached the door. He peered in the window, watching the girl with a callous expression. "We have orders to take the girl and the entity for an espionage. Ensure that she is properly restrained." He spoke to the two guards behind him.

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Barbara will probably need therapy

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Beetlejuice paused his tirade to look at the girl. His face softened. He wasn't alive, and he never had been. Beetlejuice didn't know what it was like to go hungry; he never really felt hunger. He could eat, sure. But it was mostly out of boredom and enjoyment of doing so. God, being alive must suck.

"Aw, kid," He sat down on the cot next to her. "I would help if I could." He could conjure up food, sure, but once he was gone, so was everything he conjured, and she'd still be hungry. He hated feeling helpless. It made him anxious, sad, and most of all, angry. Movement outside the window caught his attention, and his lip curled with disgust. He hated these humans; he could kill them and not give it a single second thought. He would, if he wasn't trapped.

The slot on the door flapped open, and a tray skittered across the floor. Beetlejuice waved his hand to bring it to a stop, then floated it over to Lydia. His powers, unless summoned, weren't terribly impressive. It was after being summoned that things got real.

The tray was plastered with what looked like a turkey TV dinner that had been microwaved, thrown off a cliff, and then scraped onto a plate. At least it wasn't bugs, he guessed. He didn't know why Lyds wouldn't just give them a try. Especially the crunchy ones.

"Fucking finally," He sighed. "Well, bone apple teeth, kid."

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I'm still feeling 3. She looks sassy

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3 for sure! She would definitely push a demon off a roof.

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Hawkins was a sleepy town. The last traffic jam to plague the streets was the bridge accident of 1988. The last murder was a year before. The quaint town square was never bustling, and the church bells rang every Sunday. The last major scandal was the mayor cheating on his wife. Hawkins, in essence, was painfully average.

But, soon, it would be known for being both strange, and unusual.

The power company loomed over the town on it's hilltop throne, looking over it's domain with a blocky body and small windows. Brutalism at it's finest. The power company had a few too many company vans leaving in and out of it's premises, most never going to a single call. The power company had a tall, chain link fence with razor wire at the top, and high end security. The power company had a helipad, and used it frequently. The power company, you could say, was strange and unusual.

Deep within the depths of that sinister looking frame was a terrible secret. A crime against humanity, certainly. There was a room with white washed walls and one, small window. There was a cot, bolted to the floor and dressed in only a single blanket. There was a slot in the door for food to be pushed through, although it happened irregularly and sometimes even sparsely. There was a young girl, talking to no one.

There was, what other people couldn't see, a demon.

"I can't believe this shit," The green haired man snapped in a voice that sounded like it belonged to a pack a day smoker. "Fourteen hours?! I've see flies live longer than that! I've seen Kardashians stay married longer than that!" He wore a grimy, striped suit. He was stocky, his hair wild and defying gravity, his teeth a little too sharp and yellow. He had what looked suspiciously like moss growing in his hairline and on the back of his neck. "These fuckers can't pull their heads out of their asses long enough to scrape together the shit they have the audacity to call food for fourteen hours?!"

He wasn't yelling at the girl. He was more just yelling at the empty ceiling above them.

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I'll start us up here, meanwhile :D

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That child is adorable, but also looks younger than 10. Do you have any others?

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I dig it

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Do what you want, it's our world now