06-28-2024, 09:08 PM
Beetlejuice didn't like staying in one place for very long.
He had helped Zain retrieve his spawn from the Dale and deliver them back to Pangea. It was a mundane task, not exactly one he was expecting to do. Still, he was not sure what plans Zain had in store for his offspring, and to be honest, he hadn't really asked. It was best not to question Zain, that much he knew well. His rotting friend was older, and more worldly than Beetlejuice, who had spent most of his life in seclusion. That, coupled with the imminent risk of getting killed, kept the pony in his place.
Zain seemed to have grand plans for the twins, and the wraith was fine knowing that much for now. He decided he would travel back to Pangea after he had made a little fun on his own. Beetlejuice, of course, had a strange definition of the word "fun." It mostly consisted of killing creatures much smaller than he. Today, he decided to travel to the forest to see what types of chaos he could cause.
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The forest brings a certain sense of comfort to the ghost. It was a sick, demented sort of comfort - one that could only come from lurking in the shadows, from being the apex predator. He weaves effortlessly through the dense wood; a phantom, a specter. Beetlejuice hardly makes a sound, seemingly floating above the fallen autumn leaves. He was hunter for nothing more than sport, and a hunter always knew how to camouflage themselves...how to exist quietly.
He hears the squirrel before he sees it. The ghost stops, ears pointed towards the treetops to hear its chittering. His icy eyes scan the forest canopy, alight in shades of copper and ocher. Finally, he spots it. The creature is fat, having stuffed itself full for the upcoming winter. It stands on its hind legs, using its paws to groom behind its ears. Beetlejuice glances above it, to the branches above; if he is quick enough, the thing wouldn't even hear the limb break.
The phantom doesn't hesitate a moment longer. His eyes lock onto the bough above him, and with a nod of his head, Beetlejuice hears a crack. The squirrel pauses for just a moment before BJ lets the large branch topple onto it, launching it from its resting spot. There is no chance for recovery - the rodent falls from the towering maple onto the forest floor. Beetlejuice can't help but giggle as it lands with a sickening thud. The vermin squeals in pain, and BJ is soon standing over it, head tilted. Its chest moves rapidly, but it can't seem to move much else - its back must've broken. The squirrel's beady eyes stare at the ghost in fear, and he smiles. "Poor thing," He says sarcastically, still laughing. "What a freak accident! Someone has to put you out of your misery."
Beetlejuice looks around and finds a large rock. Using his powers, he lifts it towards himself and the squirrel. "Bye-bye." He says quietly before dropping it on the rodent's head, silencing it forever.
god called in sick today
beetlejuice
@kalika just BJ doing BJ things...like killing innocent animals.