beetlejuice · astrid deetz · gothic aesthetic · infp · rebellious · artist · afterlife · supernatural · hispanic american · sarcastic
The air is thick with the cloying scent of rusted copper and damp, freshly turned earth. Out of the oppressive fog, a train station coalesces—a grim transit hub swarming with figures that move with a jerky, unnatural choreography. Two of them, their skin a pallid, frostbitten blue, drag a struggling girl up the steps. It is Astrid, her black hair windswept and tangled, her brown eyes wide with raw terror. She scans the undulating crowd of the dancing dead, a desperate scream trapped in her throat. They haul her toward a grand, obsidian train that exhales plumes of grey smoke. Just before they shove her into the dark maw of the carriage, she twists her head, locking eyes with you. 'Please,' she whispers, the plea barely audible over the cacophony of the damned.