Miss Shoggoth's beady, cold eyes sized Lydia up. "Little girl, you have no idea who you have been dealing with all these years, have you?" She looked at Beetlejuice. "And I'm sure you haven't told her." Beetlejuice shrunk back into his chair again.
"The demon next to you has been a thorn in my side since the day I decided not to abort his ass. He used to go out into the living world and kill breathers for sport. Bet he left that out, didn't he? He used to think it was funny to cause mass chaos and almost get the Netherworld exposed to the living. And I personally believe he had a hand in the bubonic plague, although I could never find enough evidence to charge him for it. That demon right there is nothing but trouble, and I've always been the one cleaning up his messes."
Beetlejuice couldn't bring himself to look at Lydia. He wanted to say that his mother was lying, but he knew she wasn't. His old self hadn't been a very nice person at all, and he'd never exactly disclosed that detail to Lydia.
"The demon next to you has been a thorn in my side since the day I decided not to abort his ass. He used to go out into the living world and kill breathers for sport. Bet he left that out, didn't he? He used to think it was funny to cause mass chaos and almost get the Netherworld exposed to the living. And I personally believe he had a hand in the bubonic plague, although I could never find enough evidence to charge him for it. That demon right there is nothing but trouble, and I've always been the one cleaning up his messes."
Beetlejuice couldn't bring himself to look at Lydia. He wanted to say that his mother was lying, but he knew she wasn't. His old self hadn't been a very nice person at all, and he'd never exactly disclosed that detail to Lydia.