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Chapter 9

a short while later, they were all let out of the institution.

while, getting their flights suit on louis told them about how oscar was taken away.

"what did dana do? where did she go?" asked peter.

"she said she was going to the museum to get the baby back." louis replied. he then continued to ramble on.

tara was off in the back, feeling bad for how she treated the boys earlier.

when they went through another door. tara felt it was right to apologize.

"uh, guys?"

they all turned to her.

"i'm sorry."

"oh, hunny don't be. we were under a lot of pressure when in there." ray forgave her.

"yeah. there's no need to be sorry." peter agreed.

she looked over to egon. "i'm sorry for pushing you away, egon."

"it's okay." he ruffled her hair.

"okay, we good?" winston made sure.

she smiled. "yeah."

"well, what are we waiting for? let's go!"

pink slimed covered the entirety of the museum. there was an entire crowd surrounding it, voicing their confusion on the slime covered building.

people got out of the way as soon as they saw the ecto 1A drive through.

everyone began to cheer.

they pulled up in front of the museum. they got out ready to face the slimified monstrosity.

"it's so ugly." tara cringed.

"it looks like a giant jell-o mold." ray commented.

"i hate jell-o." winston said.

"i do too." tara said.

"oh, come on, there's always room for jell-o." peter defended the strange food.

egon stared at the slime, he narrowed his eyes at it. he saw it pulsate and gurgle.

they stepped forward towards the slime.

"this better be an easy one." she hoped.

"pull 'em." ray said as he got out his netruona wand.

more cheers sounded from the crowd.

"full netruons."

they each turned them on.

the devices hummed as it loaded up with energy.

"let's cook!" ray declared.

they aimed their wands at the building and started to fire.

alas no luck, not even a single proton stream put a dent in the pink mood slime.

"what's the deal?" tara questioned, when putting a stop to her proton stream.

"save 'em." ray said.

the crowd booed.

steam came off from the slime.

"that slime wall is pulsating with evil." said egon. "it would take a tremendous amount of positive energy to crack that shell and i seriously doubt that there's enough good will left in this town to do it."

"what do you want us to do then? sing?" tara sarcastically suggested.

ray leaned on the front of the car, trying to think of a plan.

"you know, i just can't believe things have gotten so bad in the city that there's no way back!" he vented.

tara nodded. "yeah. i don't remember the last time i saw someone being nice to another person."

"i mean, sure it's dirty, it's crowded, it's polluted, it's noisy, and there's people all around who'd just as soon step on your face as look at you." ray listed off. "but, come on, there've gotta be a few sparks of sweet humanity left in this burned-out burg! we've just gotta figure out a way to mobilize it."

"he's right." egon agreed. "we need something that everyone in this town can get behind, we need..."

he glanced down at the license plate. on it was the statue of liberty.

the one that held new york together. the one that made new york, new york.

they all followed his gaze.

"a symbol." he started.

ray got it.

"something that appeals to the best in each and every one of us."

egon kneeled down, staring at the license plate.

"something good." he claimed.

"something decent." winston chimed in.

"something pure." peter added.

tara closed her eyes, with a smile. "food." she hummed.

"no." all four of the boys said in unison.

"she's big." tara commented when they were standing before the statue of liberty.

"kind of makes you wonder doesn't it?" peter inquired.

tara turned to him.

"wonder what?" winston questioned.

"wonder if she's naked under that toga." peter clarified.

tara scoffed. "you perv!" she smacked him.

"she's french, you know that." he added on.

"and you're a pervert." she stated.

he smirked.

they soon started prepping to bring the statue to life with the mood slime.

one small thing could make this go wrong, so they had to make sure they got every little thing in order.

"got it!" egon said, grabbing the rope. "ready with the speakers, ray. slime blowers ready?" he asked as he fixed one of the speakers.

"okay! audio's set, electric's set." ray got back to him.

"slimed blower, primed and set." winston said, having it on.

"oh god, this is heavier than the proton pack." tara complained.

"you better not be complaining into 1990." peter advised her.

"i'll try not to." she cracked a smile.

"winston, is our slime in a good mood tonight?" he asked, stroking the slime blower.

"i hope so. she's a lot bigger than a toaster." he expressed.

"all yours, venkman. let's go." egon said, handing him the microphone.

peter started testing it out, by saying a bunch of random shit into it.

tara couldn't help but laugh at her father.

"here with me tonight, is my beautiful daughter. want to give the audience a "hello"?" peter said pulling her over to him.

tara grabbed the mic.

"yeah. i'll say more than a hello." she told him. "mental institutions? overrated. get them out of here. we don't want them in the year 1990."

she handed the microphone back to peter.

"okay." he chuckled. "weird but interesting."

"it's slime time." ray declared. "here, tara. help us will ya?" he requested.

"yeah, i guess i'll help." she shrugged.

winston and ray clanked their slime blowers together before going off to the side to go and slime the shit out of the statue of liberty.

they turned on their slime blowers and started coating the statue with the pastel pink slime.

"beautiful!" ray expressed.

"very." tara nodded.

after they were finished, they went up to the inside of the statue.

egon took a controller which looked a lot like a game boy controller out.

"pilots controls are ready."

"all right. it's getting late, it's almost midnight. let's go, venkman." he said.

peter brought the microphone back up to his mouth. "here's something off the request line from liberty island!" he announced. "we gotta squeeze some new year's juice from you, big apple!"

tara switched on the walkman. higher and higher started to play.

the mood slime's favorite song.

they waited with bated breath for the statue to start moving.

tara held egon's hand, a little bit nervous about being so high up in the air.

egon gave her hand a small squeeze.

the slime pulsated with bright pink electricity as it brought the iconic statue to life.

electricity crackled as the slime pulsated.

the torch exploded into flames, the group looked over seeing the flames coming from the now lit torch.

metal squeaked as the statue of liberty got off from her stand. she stepped into the water, heading for the city.

"man, i can't wait to see people's faces when we come onshore!" ray gushed. "this should really get the city's positive energy flowing, huh venky?"

"keep kickin' libby!" peter told the statue.

"this is a story to tell the grandchildren someday." tara said to herself.

"what a story this would be." ray agreed.

"you make this work, we'll pop for a weekend in vegas with the jolly green giant." venkman said.

the statue made its way through the city, with people all over cheering.

"it's a love fest, new york!" peter exclaimed.

"sing it out!" ray cried.

the boys all shouted.

tara was silent. she was trying hard not to look down.

god, why did she want to look down?

'your love keeps lifting me, lifting me higher!' peter sang off key.

"oh god, ew." she cringed.

"come on, you sing!" winston encouraged the crowd.

"we're running out of time, ray." egon said to him.

"can't she go any faster?" asked peter.

"i'm afraid the vibrations will shake her to pieces!" claimed ray.

"yeah and we'll get mighty sued for that." tara chimed in.

"we should have padded her feet." stantz stated.

"i don't think they make nikes in her size, ray." egon sassed him.

"oh, don't worry. she's tough, she's a harbor chick!" peter assured them.

accidentally, the statue of liberty stepped on a police car.

tara opened her eyes right as it happened. she furrowed her brows.

"yikes." was all she could say to that.

"oh sorry, my fault!" ray quickly apologized.

"are we going to get sued for that?" she questioned.

"oh, god i hope not." winston prayed.

when they got to the museum..

"come on, baby, i love you when you roughhouse." peter encouraged it.

"hit it, mama!" egon yelled.

"drop the hammer on her!" ray cried out.

"don't be scared to break some glass, okay?" tara called out.

with a swift move of her torch, the glass roof shattered to pieces. the ropes fell down and in came the ghostbusters to save the day.

"happy new year!" peter cried.

"he's vigo! you are like the buzzing of flies to him." mocked janosz.

he looked over to the painting, his smile disappearing when noticing that vigo was no longer there.

"oh, johnny, did you back the wrong house." peter chuckled. "will you hose him, please?"

doing as they were told. they hosed him down.

"one down."

"on the ground." they said once he was unconscious.

dana smiled, coming over to them.

"boy, am i glad to see you!" dana expressed, before planting a kiss on venkman's lips.

tara smiled. she was happy to see them back together again.

"oh, oscar, oscar." peter said.

dana handed oscar over to him.

she looked over to janosz and asked "is he dead?"

ray shook his head. "this slime is positively charged." he confirmed. "he'll wake up feeling like a million bucks."

"whoa, this little gentleman is a little bit ripe." peter commented. "that's all right, my friend. i think i had a little accident too."

"TMI dad." tara laughed.

egon's PKE meter started to buzz.

tara looked over to him, a frown now on her face.

"that doesn't sound good." she shook her head.

peter stepped forward, holding oscar closer to him.

from behind dana, a black piece of metal of some sort slowly reached out towards her.

metal from behind egon crashed, causing him and winston to jump.

then, the black metal tied dana up. preventing her from moving.

she let out a surprised yell.

the boys and tara ran over to her, trying to free her. but it was no use. nothing could free her from her restraints.

"get him away!" dana pleaded, obviously referring to oscar.

peter went off to the side, looking for somewhere safe to put him.

"get a knife or something, we've gotta cut her out of this!" ray yelled.

peter grabbed a spare blanket from off of the table. he kneeled down, resting the blanket on the floor.

"all right, now listen. you've gotta stay right here, don't move!" peter instructed the infant. "uncle pete's gotta go help your mom for a second. you stay right here and don't say anything, okay?"

peter sighed.

they were still trying to free dana from her restraints.

"god, nothing's working!" tara huffed.

they then looked up just as a figure appeared.

it was vigo.

"uh-oh."

uh-oh was right.

"he's uglier in person." tara looked him up and down.

as he walked, he looked translucent. like he wasn't entirely there.

"hold it right there, deadhead!" ray stopped him. "you want a baby? go ahead and knock up some willing hellhound!" he threatened. "otherwise, i'm giving you three to get back in that painting where you belong!"

they aimed their wands, ready to fire.

"one." he counted.

"two!" peter jumped up.

vigo grinned.

"three!" they all yelled, firing at him.

vigo screamed in pain, as his body was being thrown towards the empty canvas.

"you've got him, you've got him!" stantz declared.

vigo let out a roar, pink electricity hit the group making them drop to the floor.

they all groaned in pain.

"that was really stupid." winston stated.

vigo growled as he made his way to the baby.

"ray, can you move?" he asked him.

"no." ray replied. "no. are you okay?"

"no. venkmans, how are you?" egon then asked.

"not any better." tara groaned.

"i'm fine." peter lied.

vigo was just mere feet away from oscar. the only thing separating them was the pieces of furniture that were in the way.

he held his hands out, having the pieces of furniture telekinetically pushed out of the way revealing the baby hiding behind it.

vigo made his way towards the baby with a sickening grin plastered on his face.

oscar looked scared.

"no!" dana cried, trying to free herself from her restraints. "no! oscar!"

vigo picked up oscar.

"please, do something!" she turned to the group.

"uh, we would if we could move!" tara said in a "duh" like tone.

vigo started to take the baby over to the painting.

"not so fast, vigo!" peter spoke up. "hey, vigo! yeah, you! the bimbo with the baby."

vigo snarled.

"didn't anybody tell you the big shoulder look is out?" he asked. "you know, i have met some dumb blondes in my life and before you ask, tara i do not mean you."

tara sighed of relief. she really thought she had to go and throw hands. well, if she wasn't paralyzed from the waist down she would.

"but you take the taco, pal."

vigo growled making the baby whimper.

"only a carpathian would come back to life now and choose new york." peter criticized. "tasty pick, bonehead. if you had a brain in that huge melon on top of your neck, you would be livin' the sweet life out in southern california's beautiful san fernando valley."

and guess what that got them?

being electrocuted by pink streams.

thanks a lot, peter!

tara screamed.

blood dripped down her nose.

"oh, darn. darn it." was all peter could say.

it was like he didn't feel anything at all.

vigo lifted up the baby. "now, we become one!" he declared.

the baby screamed and cried, thrashing about.

just as vigo was about to take his soul, the sound of singing coming from outside interrupted him. which caused him to keel over in pain.

"where's that singing coming from?" ray wondered.

"people outside." winston answered.

the singing was vigo's weakness.

"he's weakening." spengler pointed out. "the singing is neutralizing the slime!"

vigo thrashed in pain.

the pink hue disappeared from around the group. they could finally move.

"i can move!" ray cried.

"oscar!" dana yelled.

finally, being free from her restraints.

vigo dropped the baby, to which peter quickly caught him in time.

dana grabbed oscar from peter.

"oh, sweetie." she cooed to the baby.

ray got up. as well as the others.

vigo was back in the painting.

"he's back in the painting!"

vigo roared. his face turned distorted.

it was kind of funny.

"all right, go find a shady spot." peter told dana.

dana quickly ran off to go hide with oscar.

ray turned back over to the painting, he saw the red eyes.

those red eyes that put him in a trance before.

"viggy, viggy, viggy." peter played with him. "you have been a bad monkey!"

ray stepped towards the painting, fully entranced with it.

"ray, we'd like to shoot the monster now." tara said to him.

she tried getting his attention.

"uh, guys, ray is in a trance of some sort."

"ray!"

"no, i, ray, am vigo shall rule the earth!" demonic vigo declared.

"no, the fuck you not." she objected.

"now!" peter nodded.

they all shot at vigo with their proton streams.

winston and egon slimed the crap out of ray.

while, outside louis tully shot at the building with his proton blast.

vigo was nothing but a head now.

he screamed as the streams attacked him.

little by little, vigo's head shrunk turning into nothingness.

the painting exploded.

everyone shielded themselves from the said explosion.

the slime from the building disappeared along with the vigo painting.

everyone outside cheered.

"i did it! i did it!" louis cheered. "i'm a ghostbuster!"

inside.

"you alright?" winston asked ray as him and egon helped him up. "let's get this off you, there here we go." they wiped a good chunk of the slime off.

"how do you feel?" winston then asked him.

"groovy." ray said back to him.

"you alright?" peter asked dana.

tara stood off to the side watching them.

peter turned to her.

"come here!" he motioned.

she went over. peter wrapped his arm around her.

"you did great." he praised her.

"thank you." she smiled.

"yes, thank you peter." dana told him.

"spread out, shorty." peter handed oscar over to tara and pushed them out of the way.

peter and dana leaned in close, kissing on the lips.

tara covered oscar's eyes. "don't watch. too young." she said to him.

"i love you guys." ray said to egon and winston.

he looked over to tara.

"i love you tara, so much." he gushed.

"i-i love you too. just don't come over here, please." she requested.

"i love all you guys." he expressed.

"that's great, ray." egon nodded.

"and i love venkman." he listed off.

"we gotta live with this?" winston asked egon.

"real friendship."

janosz was still on the floor, but now he was singing.

"hey." winston nudged him.

"sir, are you alright?" egon asked, helping him up.

janosz groaned. "why am i drippings with goo?" (my favorite line out of the whole movie.)

"you had a violent, prolonged transformative psychic episode." spengler explained.

"huh?"

"sorry, we had to hose you there, but you were kind of out of control." ray apologized. "hey, man, let me tell you somethin'. i love you."

he barely even knew him. what?

tara stepped over to egon.

"how long is this going to last?" tara asked him.

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Chapter 8

"oh, are you sure this it?" winston asked when they entered the restaurant.

"yes. dad loves this place." tara assured him.

the reservee tried stopping them, but they just went right through without a care.

all eyes were on them when they entered the dinning hall.

"venkman!" they all yelled.

they started to talk over each other, making zero sense as they went over to peter and dana's table.

"it's absolutely incredible!" ray exclaimed.

"it was awful." tara corrected him.

"the greatest tangible evidence of psychic energy..." he began.

the reservee started demanding for them to leave the restaurant this instant or else he'd call the police.

of course, his words fell on deaf ears.

peter looked between them as all four of them talked at the same time, trying to give their side of the story.

"just a second." ray said to the reservee.

"boys, boys! and girl. you're scaring the straights, okay?" peter stopped them.

tara scanned the area.

"damn. they really are scared." she confirmed.

"is there any way we can do this tomorrow?" he requested.

"no, no. this won't wait until tomorrow, venkman." egon informed him. "it's hot, and it's ready to pop!"

"yeah, like a big ass pimple." tara emphasized.

"it's all over the city, pete." ray claimed. "under it, actually." he then corrected himself.

"rivers of the stuff."

"yes, and it's all flowing right to the museum."

"yeah, to the museum!" ray yelled, throwing his slimed hand out which a good amount of the slime was then thrown on some of the people sitting across from them.

tara's eyes widened. she stifled a laugh.

people gasped.

ray turned back around, feeling bad.

"sorry.." he said, quietly.

"oh, god! you mean my museum?" dana then realized.

tara nodded. "yep. that's the one." she confirmed.

"i was... i was going to tell you between the dessert and the cheese course." peter confessed.

tara turned her head just as police officers showed up at the restaurant.

"oh shit!" she cursed.

she then turned to the boys. "guys." she tried getting their attention.

but they kept on talking, not having heard her.

she tried again and again. until it was too late and they were all escorted out of the restaurant by the police.

they were yet again in deep shit.

arriving at town hall..

"please, i can't go through another court hearing again." tara trembled as she got out of the car.

"the mayor will understand." ray assured her.

"god, i hope he does." she mumbled.

"oh, ghostbusters!" the man who opened the door for them exclaimed. "hey guys, come right this way!" he said leading them over.

"hey, you guys got another one of those proton packs? my kid brother really wants one." he asked.

egon and ray turned to him.

"the proton pack is not a toy." egon informed him before walking inside.

"i guess he's right." the man said before ray walked in.

a few seconds after being taken into his office. the mayor walked in.

"lenny, big man!" the boys greeted him.

"ghostbusters." lenny scoffed.

"mr.mayor." winston held out his hand. he retracted his hand when the mayor looked at him like he was crazy.

"what is this? a slumber party?" he mocked.

tara shifted in her seat uncomfortably.

jack chuckled, earning a glare from tara.

"well, that's what we're here to talk to you about." ray clarified.

"excuse our appearance, sir." egon apologized.

"look, i don't want to hear anything about it." the mayor interrupted.

ray furrowed his brows, confused by lenny's sudden outburst.

"you've got two minutes, make it good." he took a seat.

ray sighed, preparing himself.

"uh, well, uh." he began. "first of all, mr mayor, it's a great pleasure to see you again. and we'd just like to say that almost 50% of us voted for you in the last election."

"sorry, mr mayor. couldn't." tara cut in.

"i appreciate that." the mayor said.

"i'm just sorry we have to always meet under these circumstances." peter expressed.

"mr mayor, we are here tonight, because a psycho-magnatheric slime flow of immense proportions is building up underneath this city." ray informed him.

the mayor looked at him like he had two heads. "psycho-what?"

"psycho-magnatheric."

"big word, big word." peter said over egon.

"negative human emotions are materializing in the form of a viscous, psycho-reactive plasm with explosive supernormal potential." egon further explained.

"does anybody speak english here?" the mayor questioned.

jack went to go say something until winston cut him off.

"uh, yeah, your honor." he stepped in.

he kneeled down.

"see, what we're tryin' to tell you is all the bad feelings. i mean, all the hate, the anger, and violence in this city is turning into this sludge." winston tried better explaining it to the mayor. "i didn't believe in it first either. but, we just went for a swim in it, and we ended up almost killing each other!"

tara nodded. agreeing.

"this is insane! do we really have to listen to this?" jack cut in.

peter stood up.

"can't you stop your lips from flapping for two little minutes?" he begged. "lenny, have you been out on the street lately?" he asked him. "do you know how weird it is out there? we've taken our own head count. there seem to be three million completely miserable asses living in the tri-state area!"

"oh, please."

peter went over to jack, resting his hands on his chair.

"i beg your pardon. three million and one." he corrected himself.

tara laughed.

"hey!"

peter walked away.

"what fudgy brain here doesn't realize is that if we don't do something fast, this whole place is gonna blow like a frog on a hot plate!" ray reported.

"yeah, right." jack said in disbelief.

the mayor got up from his chair. "what am i supposed to do?" he asked. "go on television and tell ten million people that they have to be nice to each other?" he questioned.

"yeah, that be nice." tara shrugged.

the mayor glanced at her before making his way over to the door.

"being miserable and treating other people like dirt is every new-yorker's god given right!" lenny proclaimed.

"now, imagine if mike heard this." tara muttered.

"your two minutes are up! goodnight, gentlemen." he said before leaving.

now, what was going to happen?

"wait!" the boys yelled.

"you're making a big mistake, mr mayor!"

"a very newsworthy mistake!" peter added in.

tara had her head in her hands.

it was all over for them.

"you know the times is gonna be interested in this, and you know the post."

"times squared slimed?" they started giving off names for the potential headline.

"woah! woah! woah!"

"slime square?" egon put in.

jack chuckled. "fine, fine. now, before you go running off to the newspaper with this, would you consider telling this slime business to some of our people downtown?" he inquired.

tara looked over at jack.

what did he mean by that?

where were they going?

the boys and tara were taken to a mental institution. yes, you read that right. a mental institution.

they were put in straight jackets and were dragged down the hall by doctors.

tara was fighting back. well, the best she could considering she was in a straight jacket. the boys were already taken away, while the two doctors stayed back trying their hardest to restrain her more.

she kicked one of the doctor's in the shin, making them let go of her.

the second doctor grabbed a hold of her, he proceeded to drag her down the hall.

"let go of me! i am NOT going to be spending the next seventeen years of my life in a psychiatric hospital and besides i don't even know these people!" she thundered.

"get in there!" the doctor snapped, pushing her inside the room where the other boys were.

the nurse helped take off her straight jacket. she went to go make a run for it until peter stopped her.

"tara, just stop."

she turned to him. tears welled up in her eyes. she began to sob.

"i want to go home." she cried.

egon went to go comfort her until she pushed him away.

"no, stay away from me." she ordered.

she sat in the corner with her head in her lap.

this was going to be a looong next few days.

later that day, they were sat at the table having a conversation with their doctor.

peter had his head down, while tara had her knees up to her chest with her head in her hands.

"as i explained before, we think the spirit of a 17th century moldavian tyrant is alive and well in a painting at the manhattan museum of art." ray explained to the doctor again.

"uh-uh. and are there any other paintings in the museum with bad spirits in them?" asked the doctor.

"you're wasting valuable time." egon informed him. "he's drawing strength from a psycho-magnatheric slime flow, that's been collecting under the city."

"yes, tell me about the slime." he asked of them.

"it's very potent stuff." winston stated. "we made a toaster dance with it."

"toaster?" he repeated winston.

"and a bathtub tried to eat his friend's baby." he included.

"a bathtub." he hummed.

peter lifted his head up.

"don't look at me. i think these people are completely nuts." he said.

tara flipped him off.

little did they know. chaos was ensuing throughout the city. (ghostly chaos)

ghosts were everywhere.

inanimate objects like clothes were coming alive.

hell, even the titanic came to pay a visit.

so much was happening.

and there was no sign of the ghostbusters anywhere!

"battery is swamped! we've had more than 3,000 calls since midnight last night!"

"we've got every man in uniform on the streets, and i am still short handed. we got meter maids chasing ghosts all over midtown."

"there's this shell thing over the manhattan museum of art." a man handed a picture over to jack. "we can't make a dent."

"have you tried dynamite?" jack inquired.

the mayor came in with people outside rambling on about the ghosts.

"what the hell's going on?" he asked. "it's pandemonium out there."

jack stood up from his chair.

"yes, i...i know we're working on it." he promised him.

"great. while you're working on it, i'm going down in history as the mayor who let new york get sucked down into the tenth level of hell." he claimed. "all right. we've got no choice. call the ghostbusters." he sighed.

jack's eyes widened.

"wait! uh..." he stammered. "now i'm...i'm sure there's another way." he said.

"jack, i spent an hour last night in my bedroom talking to fiorello la guardia, and he's been dead for forty years. now, where are the ghostbusters?" he pressed.

"they're not available." he revealed.

"what do you mean, they're not available?" lenny repeated him.

"well, i had them committed to the psychiatric ward at the park view hospital." he admitted.

"you what?!" lenny snapped.

"they were threatening to go to the press." jack explained. "i was protecting your interests!"

"oh, yeah?" he cornered him. "well, you can stop protecting my interests. you have exactly three minutes to clear out. you're fired!" he backed him to the door.

"but the election!"

"harry! remove this man from the building and get me the ghostbusters!" lenny demanded.

"mr.mayor, mr.mayor! come take a look at this."

the mayor followed him over to the window.

"wow, what is it?"

outside, in the sky there was a pulsating purple light coming straight from the art museum.

it turned the sky pitch black.

"somebody get me the ghostbusters!"

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Chapter 7

tara had gone with the boys back to the firehouse. while, peter went to go check on dana and the baby.

egon and ray were in the dark room, developing the pictures that tara and peter took of vigo earlier that day.

"we were right, ray. multiplanar kirlian emanations." egon classified.

just as ray went to go say something. the door to the dark room opened, with tara entering.

"tara. i told you not to come in here until we were done." spengler scolded.

tara looked down. "i'm sorry."

he sighed. "it's okay. just don't go back out again." he advised.

tara nodded.

"well, here's your next month's cover of GQ." ray then said, handing him another photo. "check out the aura on this sucker." he said hanging it up.

even the picture of him alone, made her uneasy.

they turned on the small light, to get a better look at it.

"now, there's definitely a living presence there." ray stated.

egon examined the photo with his magnifying glass.

you could see the pink eyes clearly in the photograph.

"we should get a deeper look." he recommended.

"how are we to do that?" tara questioned.

"why don't i run this wider shot through the spectronalyzer." ray suggested.

he picked the photo up from out of the water.

"good, i'll try turning up the roentgens." egon said.

"okay."

egon turned around, turning up the machine.

"so, what do you think chinese?" ray suggested.

"we had that last week." tara groaned.

"how about thai?" egon asked.

tara shook her head.

"no, too spicy." ray shook his head.

"greek?"

"uh. mexican?"

"pizza." both tara and ray said.

"thin or thick?" egon asked.

"chicago." ray settled.

"i love chicago pizza." tara expressed.

egon took out the photo once it was finished. he brought it back over to the hangers.

egon's brows furrowed.

"what the hell is that?" he wondered.

tara caught glimpse of it too.

her eyes widened.

egon got his big magnifying glass to take a look at it.

ray sighed. "i know what it is."

tara swore she heard the door lock.

"i've seen it before." he claimed.

"where?" spengler asked.

"when you guys had me dangling like a worm on a hook 100 feet below first avenue..." he glanced back at the demonic photograph of vigo with the slimed staircase underneath his big fat head. "that's the river of slime."

tara cringed.

all of a sudden, the photograph set on fire.

"what the..." stantz gasped.

tara backed towards the door as more of the photos set on fire.

"what's going on?!" she cried.

"i don't know. this shouldn't be happening!" yelled egon.

the boys scurried over to the door. they tried to open it, but it wouldn't budge. they were locked in.

"we need a blanket or a hose or something!" ray exclaimed. "what the.. why is this closed?" he questioned.

tara banged on the door, hoping anyone would hear them.

"winston!" egon yelled. "winston!"

fire started to fill the entire dark room.

"oh, come on, come on!" tara cried, desperately trying to get the door to open.

"winston! fire!" ray cried.

they backed away from the door, trying to come up with something.

"what're we gonna do? put our heads in the toilet?" ray asked.

tara breathed heavily. she was having a panic attack.

"fuck." she mumbled.

the door started banging. tara scurried away from the door.

a second later, the door broke through revealing winston on the other end holding a fire extinguisher.

he quickly dispersed of the flames.

the photos were nothing but char.

"tara, you okay?" winston asked.

"do i look okay?!" she asked him.

"i think we have to go back underground." egon then decided.

"we have to go get peter." ray said.

the guys pulled up outside of peter's apartment. peter was already outside, he was wearing a suit.

what was he dressed up for?

the guys and tara got out of the ECTO 1A.

they were all wearing matching neon yellow jackets. ready to go underground.

"pete, it's great that you're here." ray expressed.

"well, he does live here." tara said matter-of-factly.

"we've got incredible news." stantz announced.

"wait a minute. can i have one try?" pete requested. "all-you-can-eat barbecue rib night at the sizzler?" he guessed.

"way off. but good guess." tara complimented.

"we analyzed the photos you and tara took of vigo." egon informed him. "the spectrogram shows a river of slime flowing behind him."

"just like the one i saw underground." ray stated. "now, we're going into the subway and sewer system to see if we can trace the source of the flow." he included.

"yeah, i might find my cupcake down there." tara joked.

"yeah, come on, change your clothes. we'll wait for you." egon commanded.

"egon thinks there might even be a tremendous breeding surge in the cockroach population." winston added in.

"hi tara, hi boys." dana greeted them.

she was wearing a green dress.

were they going on a date?

"what's up?" she asked them.

"hi." ray and winston said back to her.

peter turned to her. "dana, the guys and tara are going down into the sewer to check for slime stuff, and egon thinks there may even be a huge surge in cockroach breeding. wanna blow off this dinner thing and go with them?" he asked, half-joking.

dana walked away, ignoring his question.

she looked out into the street and yelled out "taxi!"

so, that would be a no.

"go along, dad. it's not everyday a guy gets to redeem himself." tara allowed him.

"thank you tara, i really appreciate it." he told her.

he then looked to the boys and went; "women, huh?"

the sewers were dark, musty and smelly.

god, it was gross.

and cramped too.

one small move and you could get stuck in between the rail tracks.

ray flinched when almost getting his foot stuck in the crate.

he let out a yell which made the rest of the boys yell too.

tara just rolled her eyes.

"will you watch your step?" winston ordered. "i hate this."

"me too." tara agreed. "this smells worse than my dad."

"according to the old transit map, there should be an entrance anywhere along here somewhere." ray reported.

"oh, god i hope. my feet are hurting." she complained.

"then, why did you come?" egon questioned.

"i didn't want to be alone." she pouted.

"i'm not getting anything yet." he exchanged.

"well, at least it's too dark to see the cockroaches." winston tried to lighten up the mood.

"forget about cockroaches." ray rejected. "it's the subway rats you gotta worry about."

"oh, goody." tara said, her voice full of sarcasm.

"big as beavers."

"yeah, some of 'em go four or five kilos." egon described.

"hey, hey! enough all right?" winston begged.

"yeah, you're making me regret coming down here." tara stated.

"listen, you hear 'em, behind the walls, scratching?" he whispered.

"stop." she pleaded.

"there must be thousands of 'em!" ray assumed.

"if you don't stop." she warned.

winston looked around frantically. "just shut up about the rats." he stammered out.

"okay, okay." ray gave in.

tara sighed of relief. "thank you."

as they went further down into the tunnels, tara felt a chill go up her spine.

"hello!" ray called.

his voice reverberated off the walls, making an echo.

egon joined in.

but when winston did..

instead of an echo.

he got a demonic voice back.

"winston!"

"did we just summon a demon?" tara wondered.

they all slowly turned around..

"okay, i'm out of here!" he declared.

"me too!" tara said, starting to sprint.

egon grabbed tara before she could go any further.

they backed away.

turning around, they were then met with decapitated heads on sticks.

all four of them screamed, as each of them were met with the decapitated corpses.

then just like that, the corpses heads were gone.

strange.

"they're gone." winston gasped.

tara couldn't help but laugh.

the boys looked at her like she was crazy.

"that was cool." she claimed.

"you're insane." he pointed.

"why, thank you." she said in response.

"before we go any further, i think we should get our proton packs." spengler recommended.

"good idea." zeddemore nodded.

just as they went to go head back, a rumbling noise sounded off in the distance.

they all stopped.

"what's that?" winston asked, quietly.

"what's what?" ray questioned.

"sounds like a train." he answered.

"uh-uh. these lines have been abandoned for fifty years." explained ray.

"oh."

continuing, to trudge forward. the rumbling sound continued, expect louder this time.

tara's eyes widened.

it sounded like it was heading straight for them.

"probably in one of the tunnels above us." egon hoped.

"i don't think so. it sounds too close for it to be from up above." tara told him.

the train's chugging got louder and louder.

just ahead of them, was a train heading straight for them.

they all panicked, jumping out of the way. leaving winston in the dust.

"WINSTON!" tara screamed.

but the train went right through him.

a ghost train?

they all slowly got up after the ghost train passed through.

they approached a very stunned winston.

"i think that was the old new york central city of albany!" egon claimed. "derailed in 1920. killed hundreds of people. did you catch the number on the locomotive?" he asked him.

"sorry, i missed it." he answered.

"something's trying to stop us. we must be close." egon theorized.

"where's ray?" winston then asked.

tara's brows knitted together.

where was ray?

he was just here a minute ago.

"ray!" she cried.

"ray!" they all yelled.

ray popped out from out of nowhere, scaring the crap out of them.

"jesus, ray!" tara snapped.

"oh, oh. sorry." ray quickly apologized. "i found it."

"found what?" she asked him.

"right here. there's a hole." he pointed.

"let's go!" egon said, following ray.

tara quickly followed as well as leaving winston behind.

"hey, fellas. what about the packs?" he asked. "what about the packs?" he repeated himself, before following the boys and tara.

using their flash lights to break a part some of the brick. there before them was the river of slime.

"damn." tara examined it.

it was disgusting.

"unbelievable."

"uh-uh. did i tell ya? i wasn't lying, was i?" ray said to them.

the slimed gurgled and bubbled.

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Chapter 6

the second they got home, peter plopped himself onto the sofa. not bothering to take his coat off.

tara shook her head.

"dad, you know you have a bed." she reminded him.

"yes. but this is my couch and my couch deserves some love too." peter explained to her.

"you're a weirdo, dad." tara told him.

"no, you are." venkman retorted.

"whatever, i'll be in my room." she said.

"and i'll be right here." he said back to her.

not too long after that, peter drifted off to sleep.

soon, that sleep was interrupted by a knock on the door as well the sound of a crying baby.

tara ran out of her room. wondering what all the commotion was.

she ran over to her dad, who was somehow still sleeping through all of this.

"dad, get up." she tapped him.

no response.

"peter, it's me please let us in!" she could hear dana say.

"oh my god, dad get the hell up!" she snapped.

"what the hell, tara?!" peter jolted awake.

another knock at the door and yet another wail from the baby.

"what the hell?" he mumbled.

"get up." she ordered him.

peter reluctantly got up from the couch. he went over to the door and opened it, revealing a very upset dana and an equally as upset oscar on the other end.

"i didn't know where else to go." dana expressed, as she came in.

she had nothing but a coat on, which covered both her and the baby.

"what happened?" tara asked, worry evident in her voice.

"the most awful thing happened." barrett stated. "the bathtub.. the bathtub was trying to eat oscar."

"your bathtub was going to eat oscar?" tara said in shock. "damn, well you don't hear that everyday."

"i was giving him a bath, there was all this pink ooze everywhere, and it was reaching for him." she held the baby close to him as he whimpered.

"you're all right." peter comforted her.

"i'm not gonna let 'em get you." dana assured the baby.

"all right. you're all safe now, okay?" he promised her.

peter took off his coat as he went; "everybody's fine now."

"he's so terrified." dana cradled oscar.

"you guys sit down and relax, huh?" peter instructed.

"is there anything i can do, dad?" tara stepped in.

"fix her some coffee." peter requested.

tara nodded. she scurried off into the kitchen to do just that.

"come on, just sit down." venkman lead them over to the couch. "i'll get you guys a shirt or somethin'. hold on."

he went over to the telephone, to call ray.

he looked over seeing dana coddling her baby.

peter stepped inside his room, once ray had picked up.

"here, you go dana." tara handed her the coffee.

"thank you, tara." dana said taking it with her free hand.

"i'm sorry your tub tried to eat you and oscar." tara apologized, taking a seat on the couch.

dana smiled.

peter came out of his room a few minutes later.

"let dana sit." peter told tara.

tara got up from the couch, where dana then took a seat.

peter sat on the couch next to them. he was holding something.

"ray's going to go on over to your place and just take a look." peter informed her.

"he is?" dana asked.

"okay." peter held up what he was holding, it was his jets t shirt. his most prized possession. "i have been holding on to this for a long time, oscar."

dana turned him around, to have him facing peter.

"i got this from a girl, who got this from joe willie namath, okay?"

like the baby knew what or who he was talking about.

"we don't know how, we don't wanna know. so, i would appreciate it, if you would not hose this thing down, okay?" he requested.

dana laid him down on the shirt as peter said; "give it your own personal rinse? thank you."

tara leaned over the couch and went; "pee in it all you want, okay?"

"don't listen to her, she's a bad influence." peter advised oscar.

"look who's talkin?" tara joked with her dad.

"looked in the mirror lately?" he retorted.

tara stuck her tongue out at him.

"quick, oscar pull her piercing out." peter said picking him up once he tied the shirt around him.

tara ducked as peter lifted him up, pretending that oscar was trying to get her piercing.

dana laughed at the two's playful banter between one another.

"ohh, we'll get it one day." peter said laying the baby back down. "you're going to be staying at uncle pete's until this blows over." he looked to dana. "this is your place now."

she smiled.

peter hopped onto his bed, making the bed frame squeak a little.

he put his hand on his leg.

tara stood off to the side with dana and oscar in the doorway.

she snickered. "what a man child." she commented.

"am not." peter denied.

tara rolled her eyes.

he directed his attention over to the older woman and her son.

"hi. come on in, this is my place." he greeted.

dana laughed before coming inside. tara followed her in.

he laid on his back when dana went over to the bed and sat down.

"so, how are we going to handle the sleeping arrangements?" she questioned.

"well, what's for me is" he laid on his side. "if i lie on my side like this and you spoon up beside me, your arm draped over me. we do it the other way." he flipped onto his other side. "i get your hair caught in my throat. and oscar sleeps in tara's room."

"what?!" tara blurted out.

"tara, you can give up your bed for a baby can't you?" peter asked her.

"hmph." she huffed.

he sat up.

"well, how about you on the sofa and me and the baby in the bed?" dana suggested.

"better idea." tara nodded.

"okay. tara, you on the couch. me in your bed." he said.

"what? hell no!" she objected.

"fine." he gave in. "i'll sleep on the couch."

peter sat up all the way, he moved himself over to dana.

"it's so late, i really ought to put him down." dana realized.

"may i?" peter requested.

"oh god. here we go." tara grumbled, leaning up against the doorframe.

"yeah, if you want to." she accepted.

peter leaned in, pointing to the baby.

"you're short, your belly button sticks out too far, and you're a terrible burden on your poor mother." he teased.

he wiggled his finger at the child.

"okay, dad that's enough. let's go." she urged him.

peter smiled up at dana. "goodnight." he said.

dana smiled back at peter. "goodnight, peter."

"goodnight, dana!" tara said as she walked out of the room.

"goodnight, tara!" dana said back.

peter got up from his bed. before he left, he went;

"are you sure you don't want me to lay with you?" "peter go!" dana ordered.

"just yell if you need me to lay with ya." he said before leaving.

dana rolled her eyes.

"please don't be anything like him, okay?" she asked of oscar.

the ecto 1A pulled up to the art museum the next day. once, telling the boys about the strange painting. they had to go see it. take some pictures, inspect it with the PKE meter, you know the drill.

peter and tara were at the museum already waiting for them.

peter went over to ray just as he was getting out.

"did you find anything at dana's?" asked peter.

tara stood by egon. which wasn't a big surprise.

"did the bathtub try to eat you too?" tara asked him.

"no." he denied.

"oh. bummer." tara frowned.

"nah, nothing but mood slime residue around the bathtub." ray revealed.

egon and winston were pulling their proton packs out of the trunk.

"but i did get something on that vigo character you mentioned." he shared.

he pulled out a piece of paper, showing it to peter.

tara stepped in, wanting to take a look.

"found it in leon zundinger's magicians, martyrs and madmen." he handed the paper over to peter.

peter quickly scanned it.

"dig that."

"vigo the carpathain." egon started as winston helped him with his proton pack. "born 1505, died 1610."

"one hundred and five years old, he hung in there, didn't he?" peter snorted.

"he didn't die of old age, either." ray informed him.

"of course, he didn't. psychopaths usually don't." tara muttered.

"he was poisoned, stabbed, shot, hung, stretched, disemboweled, drawn and quartered." ray listed off the graphic gory details.

"ouch." both tara and her dad said.

"i guess he wasn't too popular at the end, huh?" winston assumed.

"either that or he asked for all of it. people have kinks y'know?" tara commented.

"no, not exactly a man of the people. also known as vigo the cruel, vigo the torturer, vigo the despised and vigo the unholy."

"wasn't he also vigo the butch?" peter asked.

"and dig this there was a prophecy." ray mentioned as they headed for the stairs.

"a prophecy? what for?" tara questioned.

"just before his head died, his last words were "death is but a door, time is but a window, i'll be back."" stantz read off.

"damn." tara said in astonishment. "he sounds pessimistic."

everyone looked up as the boys and tara entered the room. looking like total bad asses. well, that's what they thought they were looking until peter said;

"suck in the guts guys, we're the ghostbusters."

tara looked down at her stomach, was her gut really sticking out?

"dad, shut up." she ordered.

and here came janosz..

"no! no, please go. you!" he demanded.

"oh, boy." she sighed.

"who's this wiggler?" ray asked peter.

"he's yours, ray. sic him." peter directed.

"i have discussed this with you." janosz claimed.

ray stepped in front.

"hi, how are you?" he greeted. "ray stantz from the ghostbusters, nice to meet you."

peter took off his jacket and so did tara.

"i tell you, and i told your friend."

winston was already scanning the place with the PKE meter.

"beautiful lab here." ray complimented."we're just doing a routine spook check." he informed the guy.

"dr.venkman, then is not here." janosz claimed.

"here you go, janosz." tara said, kindly handing him her winter coat over.

peter handed him his coat as well.

"yeah, we know that johnny." peter assured.

"so why are you came?" he questioned.

"well, we got a report there was a major creep in the area." he spoke as he handed tara the camera.

since, she was good with cameras it only seemed reasonable for her to be the one taking the photos.

though, she did not want to be anywhere near the painting since what it did to her yesterday..

"we checked our list and you were right on the top." peter exchanged.

tara hung the camera around her neck. she let out a sigh, preparing herself for when she had to make contact with the painting again.

god, she really hated that painting.

peter rested his hand on his shoulder.

"johnny, where in the hell are you from, anyway?" he asked.

"the upper west side." janosz answered.

egon stepped in. "the whole room's extremely hot, peter." he informed him.

"oh, lovely. hope my nose doesn't start to bleed." tara said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

going over to the painting..

"ew, that's one ugly dude." winston commented on the painting.

tara nodded in agreement.

"he looks like a cult leader." she remarked.

"for all we know, he probably was." he said back to her.

"like charles manson." she shuddered.

"well, that's vigo." peter told him. "mr. vigo!" he called. "tara, come on." he motioned.

tara followed him over to the painting.

"start taking pictures." he ordered.

tara nodded. she got out the camera and aimed it at the painting.

just like that. she felt light headed.

she started snapping away, so she could get finished with this faster.

"please, no, don't." janosz begged.

"come on, show us something." peter spoke to it.

"no, no, no!" he yelled, stepping in front of it.

tara frowned.

"no photographs, please!" he cried.

"well if he says no photographs.." she trailed off.

"tara, don't listen to him." peter told her.

tara frowned. she felt like she was going to pass out.

"slides are available in the gift shop, eh?" he told them, hoping they'd leave.

winston grabbed a hold of him, pulling him out of the way.

"yeah, thanks. thank you winston." peter told him. "now, continue taking pictures."

tara did what she was told.

"all right, i think... you know what? give us angry, will ya?" he asked the painting. "will ya give us angry? you've had a bad day, you're cranky. yeah, thank you. good, good. ooh, angrier."

tara's ears started to ring again.

she took pictures mindlessly, like she didn't have control of her body. she was just snapping away, like it was nothing.

her eyes glazed over. she felt her body go completely numb.

the painting smiled at her.

she closed her eyes, not wanting to look at it anymore.

"ooh, i'm scared, you're scaring me, stop it." she could hear her father faintly say.

tara breathed heavy, her heart was racing.

she needed to stop. she wanted to stop. yet it seemed like she couldn't.

ray was up on a ladder, examining the painting with a scanner.

even he fell into a trance.

"give me hot and sexy."

his arms fell limb as he stared mindlessly at the painting.

"tara, tara. why aren't you taking pictures?" he shook her arm trying to get her attention.

"tara." he said in a sing-songy voiced.

he snapped in her face.

"tara!" he rose his voice a little.

she flinched when finally being pulled out of whatever trance she was previously in.

"you got the hots for vigo?" peter teased.

she quickly regained her composure. "n-no." she denied.

"we've got to take more pictures." he reminded her.

"i-i don't want to." she stuttered out.

"what, you scared?" he joked.

"something like that." tara replied.

he laughed. "okay, scaredy cat. hand me the camera then." he motioned.

she handed over the camera.

she went off to the side, where she was safe from vigo.

she then noticed ray who was in a similar trance like she was.

this painting really was creepy.

"i bet the girls like ya, huh?" peter started talking to the painting again as he took the pictures. "huh? do the girls? do the guys? bet they both do, huh? what about the animals, they like ya?"

tara swore she saw vigo's eyes glow pink.

"that's it, more." peter snapped for emphasis. "yeah, come on. you're big! you're big!" he yelled. "all right, destroy me! destroy me now."

tara stepped forward. suddenly, concerned for ray.

"ray." she tried getting his attention.

no response.

"ray." she said again.

egon came out from wherever he was, raising a brow at peter.

"venkman.." he tried getting his attention.

"give it! give it!" peter continued to yell.

"venkman." peter turned over to him, stopping whatever he was doing. "we need to talk, come on." he nodded.

peter looked at the painting one last time. "i've worked with better. but not many. thank you."

he turned away from the painting, he thanked janosz.

winston noticed ray who was still in a trance.

"hey. hey!" winston called, he shook his arm.

"huh?" ray said, confused.

"you finished?" he asked him.

ray relaxed.

"yeah, i'm finished here." ray told him as he got off the ladder.

"are you alright?" zeddemore asked him.

"what?" ray said back.

"i mean, you're not coming down with something?" winston clarified.

tara quickly followed them. she swore she saw the painting blink.

ray chuckled. "me?"

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the ghostbusters were back and better than ever. adding onto their group was tara. the fifth ghostbuster.

weeks went by going very well into december of various ghost bustings.

tara spent her seventeenth birthday, busting a ghost who haunted a jewelry store. she didn't mind, this was better than the time she was bedridden four years ago.

they even got new flight suits.

a grey one. which tara very much preferred over the khaki one, only because it went with her spiked choker.

and guess what also came along with the ghostbusters being back?

they got a new infomercial.

now, with janine and louis as somewhat paid actors?

"what is it, honey?" louis exclaimed.

"it's that darn ghost again." explained janine. "he just won't leave us alone. i guess we're just going to have to move."

"no, wait!" cried louis. "don't worry we're not moving." he picked up the telephone. "he is."

"who are you going to call?" janine asked.

suddenly, all five of the ghostbusters appeared on screen.

tara really didn't want to do this infomercial. but peter promised her a cupcake, so of course she obliged.

"ghostbusters!"

"yes, that's right." ray said, stepping forward.

tara was off to the side, trying really hard not to crack a smile.

they were really bad actors.

like, really bad.

so bad, that peter thought they all deserved oscars. god, was he wrong..

"yes that's right, ghostbusters we're back with twice the know-how and twice the particle power to deal with all your supernatural elimination needs."

in the background, winston was fighting a fake ghost.

this was chaos.

ray stepped out of the way of the camera as it focused on egon who was telling winston that this was a mean ghost.

tara covered her mouth as a few laughs escaped.

just as winston walked away, the fake ghost hit egon.

"nothing we can't handle egon." winston assured him. "come celebrate our grand reopening with our special half-price service plan."

the camera then moved over to peter, who had his hands on his hips for way too long.

"what?! hold on half-price?!" he exclaimed. "have we all gone mad?!" he chuckled.

"i guess so pete because that's not all, tell them egon." ray turned to egon.

egon stepped forward, pulling something from out of his belt.

"oh you mean the ghostbusters hot beverage mug and free balloons for the kids?" the camera panned in on the mug and the balloon.

tara pushed her way through, having herself now be squished in between ray and peter.

"you bet. so, make your supernatural problem." ray started.

"are supernatural problem." venkman finished.

"call now."

cutting to them outside the firehouse.

"because we're still ready to believe you!" they all exclaimed.

"cut!"

tara dropped the act. well, whatever act she had going on during that commercial.

"why didn't i get any lines?" she pouted.

"because you would put the f word in front of it." winston informed her.

"true. but it's just how i spice things up." she expressed.

she fixed the strap on her proton pack as she asked "can we get a pizza? i'm hungry."

"you're always hungry." peter mocked.

"shut up." she rolled her eyes as they headed back inside.

-two days later-

they were all sat around the table. egon and ray were going to show them what they had done so far with the pink slime.

egon took it out of the microwave as ray spoke to them about what they were doing with it;

"we've been experimenting with the plasm we found in the subway tunnel." he started. "careful." he advised egon as he brought it over.

"it looks like the sauce you get at chinese restaurants." tara voiced. (please tell me i'm not the only one who thinks this 😭😭)

winston cringed. "goodbye sweet and sour sauce."

"should i get spoons?" asked venkman.

"don't bother." egon replied as he carefully placed it on the table. "watch this." he then looked up over at ray with a smile and went "go ahead, ray."

"you! you worthless piece of slime!" ray shouted.

tara flinched. totally not expecting him to yell.

the slime gurgled. tara's brows furrowed. she remembered it doing that back at the court hearing, but she didn't think if you insulted it it would react.

guess, it wasn't just humans who reacted to being insulted.

"can-can i have a turn?" she requested.

ray turned to her. "yeah." he allowed her.

he stepped aside, letting her in on the action.

"so, i can just be as mean to it as i want?" she asked.

"yes." egon confirmed.

tara silently cheered before focusing all her attention on the pink slime before her.

she cleared her throat.

"you ignorant piece of shit!" was the first thing she said to the mood slime.

totally unacceptable. yet, not surprised considering this was tara this was coming from.

"you're an ass you know? a big ole ass hole who thinks who thinks the whole world revolves around them but no it doesn't. it doesn't revolve around you and nobody's going to like you once you show your true colors"

"tara." the boys tried getting her to stop.

this was a little TOO much.

"you're just an insecure, shallow piece of shit who reflects all their trauma onto others, well you know what you know wha-" "tara." she fell silent, she looked up at egon. "you can stop now." he advised her.

she looked down, feeling a little embarrassed for her sudden outburst.

"s-sorry." she said while backing away from the group.

the slime bubbled down, once the environment was a little less intense.

god, tara had some pent up anger.

"this is what you do with your spare time." peter ridiculed ray and egon.

"peter, this is an incredible breakthrough." ray explained.

tara bit her nails nervously. she regretted freaking out the way she did. guess, she had to talk about her pent up anger with her therapist now.

egon eyed her. she made eye contact with him. he motioned for her to come over. tara did as she was told.

she laid her head on spengler's arm as she watched the boys converse with one another.

"i mean, what a discovery, a psycho-reactive substance. whatever this stuff is, it responds to human emotional states."

peter looked from the slime then to ray.

"mood slime." he coined it.

egon looked from the boys and off to the side.

peter leaned over the table, getting closer to the mood slime.

"oh, baby." he said, getting a reaction out of it.

"you mean this stuff actually feeds on bad vibes?" winston questioned.

"it did at the court hearing. it spilled all over the floor with the judge's little freak out." tara reminded all of them.

"i wasn't there to see that." winston stated.

"like a cop in a donut factory." stantz joked.

"we've been running tests to see if we can get an equally strong positive reaction." egon announced.

"what kind of test?" asked peter.

egon looked away as if he was too embarrassed to tell.

tara lifted her head up from his arm.

"what ya doin with it spengs?" she teased him.

he coughed. "tara. knock it off." he ordered.

tara fake gasped. "well, that's a first." she said, pretending to sound surprised.

"what have you been doing with it?" peter pressed.

"well, we sing to it, and, uh, we talk to it, and say supportive nurturing things to it." ray briefly explained.

"you're not sleeping with it are you, ray?" he asked the big question.

ray looked over to egon, to which egon looked off to the side.

tara bursted into laughter.

"oh my god!" she cried.

peter shook his head. "oh, you."

"it's always the quiet ones." winston claimed.

"you hound." he called him.

spengler cleared his throat.

"oh my god!" tara howled.

"how about the kinetic test?" egon asked, desperate to change the subject.

tara got up, her laughter dying down.

"what's the kinetic test?" she asked, still giggling a little.

egon brought over a toaster to the table.

tara cocked her head to the side in confusion.

"are we making toast?" she questioned.

"in a way, yes." ray answered.

"ooh, yay!" she cheered.

"but not quite." he added.

"aw, boo." she frowned.

ray was scooping out a small bit of slime to put into the toaster.

"ordinary household toaster." said egon.

"we'll take your word for it." peter commented as ray slipped the mood slime into the two crates of the toaster.

tara watched intently, wondering what was going to happen next.

they then brought it over to the pool table, where there was a nearby outlet.

"it responds to music, so we've been doing some experimentation, playing easy listening, middle-of-the-road type of stuff." ray explained as egon went to go turn on the music. "you know, paul young, dust in the wind. that works okay."

"works for me." peter nodded.

"loves jackie wilson." egon stated as the stereo started to play 'higher and higher'.

he brought the stereo closer to the mood slimed toaster.

ray crossed his arms when peter asked "you guys do this at night when i'm not here?"

egon rested his hands on the pool table, watching the toaster as the music began to play.

"oh, i get it, it sings. it sounds exactly like jackie. that's fantastic." peter sarcastically commented.

"just watch." egon told him.

"does it do emmylou harris?"

the toaster began to bounce along to the music.

tara smiled. she couldn't believe what she was seeing before her.

a toaster bopping along to jackie wilson.

what a surprise!

"oh, it dances too!" peter said in surprise.

it made noise as it bounced along.

egon smiled, nodding along to the song. (🥺🥺)

the boys began bopping along to the music.

tara rolled her eyes.

"come on tara, can't you dance?" venkman asked his kid.

tara shook her head.

"no, i don't-" "well, you're going to dance now." he cut her off, by grabbing her and pulling her into his arms, making her dance.

then, two pieces of toast popped out of the toaster.

egon held his hands out, catching them both just in time.

tara pulled away from her father.

she stuck his tongue out at him.

"your tongue is pierced?" winston pointed out.

"yep!" she said proudly.

"not my decision." peter let him know.

winston chuckled. he didn't even think it was beforehand.

egon switched off the music.

peter quickly grabbed the toaster once it stopped bouncing.

"oh, baby!" he gasped.

he held it in his arms.

"you're my number one christmas boutique gift item." he praised it.

"right, and the first time somebody gets mad, the toaster could eat their hand." winston said.

"no, no, no, no. we put a warning label on it, we don't have any liability..." peter slipped his fingers into the crates, he yelped in pain.

the boys and tara rushed over to him, thinking he was hurt until-

"ow! ow! ow." his 'ow's' turned into laughter when he brought out his fingers which were completely fine and not hurt. "did you ever go for it!" he exclaimed. "the old man eating toaster bit."

"get him." tara ordered.

ray grabbed him from behind, while the others went for him.

"i don't want to watch you flirt with dana!" tara whined as peter dragged her up the stairs to the art museum.

"tara, how old are you again? seven or seventeen?" peter asked her.

tara pouted. "i'm whatever age i want to be." she told him.

he rolled his eyes. "come on." he urged her.

she scoffed. she reluctantly followed him inside.

when inside. peter went up to the check in counter.

"hello? i'm looking for dana barrett." he said to the guy behind the counter.

"room 304. restoration." the man told him.

"thank you." peter said back.

the man looked up, he did a double take when seeing her dad.

"hey, uh dr.venkman!" the man exclaimed.

"yes." peter went back over.

"aw, come on!" tara huffed.

"world of the psychic!" he cried.

he sat up, holding out his hand for venkman to shake.

"that's right. how you doin'?" asked venkman.

"hey, i'm a big big fan of yours." claimed the stranger.

"oh, god make it stop." tara pleaded. "this is so going to go to dad's head." she claimed.

"oh, thank you very much. thank you." he said in response.

"that used to be one of my two favorite shows." explained the man.

"you're kidding me." peter said. "oh, great what was the other one?" he asked.

"bass masters."

"bass masters?" tara repeated him.

"it's a fishing show." the man clarified.

peter started to walk away.

tara sighed of relief.

"yeah, i know bass masters. sure." he nodded.

he did not.

when finally finding the room. tara let out a loud sigh of relief.

"tara, cut it with the dramatics." he ordered her.

"i will when you do." she shot back.

"come on." he huffed.

they walked further into the room, looking for dana.

when finding her. peter took off his coat revealing his blue sweater underneath.

dana was wearing some strange headpiece while working on a painting.

he moved the canvas making her look up.

to which tara stifled a laugh when seeing how big her eyes looked on the headpiece.

"you're good, pretty eyes." peter complimented her.

tara rolled her eyes. (count how many times tara has rolled her eyes in this book. i dare you.)

"i didn't paint it. i'm just cleaning it." dana informed him with a smile. "it's a gaugin."

"well, i've heard of him." peter claimed.

"have you, dad?" tara stepped in, making her presence known to barett.

"oh, hi tara." the woman greeted her.

"hi." tara quickly said.

"yes, i do." peter confirmed.

"i don't think you do." she said quietly.

appearing from behind peter was a man with red hair and with an accent.

he looked gay. he looked very gay.

"well..." the man chuckled.

tara furrowed her brows. where did he come from?

peter placed his jacket on the canvas.

"hey, dana. aren't you going to introduce me to your friends?" he asked her.

dana lifted the headpiece up.

"um, sure. peter venkman this is dr.janosz phoa, and dr.janosz phoa this is his daughter tara venkman. he is the head of our department."

peter held his hand out for him to shake which janosz held peter's hand quite weirdly to say the least.

"yes, i of course have seen you on the television." janosz informed venkman.

peter released his hand from janosz's.

"quite, enjoy. you're not here on business, i hope." he then said.

"well, it's top secret." peter stated, as he got all the janosz's germs off him by rubbing it onto his sweater. "say, johnny, you got a gaughin too." he went over to the huge painting in the back of the room.

tara and dana followed.

the second, tara got over to the painting. she felt light headed.

which only happened when a ghost or supernatural entity was around.

it was just a painting. so, what was the deal?

"no, actually i am preparing this portrait for the new romantic exhibition." janosz informed him.

peter stood in front of the painting, imitating it's pose.

if tara wasn't so light headed she would have laughed.

as the conversation went on, her ears started to ring. she was unable to hear what any of them were saying.

as she looked up at the painting, she swore she saw the painting smirk at her.

was she imagining things or did that really happen?

she could never tell..

"tara, tara." she could barely hear her father call her name. "tara!" he snapped in her face.

she was pulled out of whatever trance she was in and looked over at her father.

the ringing in her ears stopped and she no longer felt light headed.

"come on let's go, unless you want to spend the night here." peter said to her.

tara quickly shook her head at that. she followed him.

before leaving, she took one last look at the painting to which she swore she saw it smirking at her again. she shook her head and followed her father.

whatever she was seeing must of just been on her mind playing tricks on her.

right?

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Chapter 4

having to spend the night in jail was one of the worst experiences tara has had in her entire life.

she had four panic attacks. three anxiety attacks. and every little thing made her burst into tears.

at five am. tara eventually fell asleep by laying on all three of the boys.

with her head in egon's lap. upper body in peter's and legs on ray.

it was very uncomfortable for all three of the boys.

now, today was their court hearing.

they had louis tully as their lawyer.

this was really bad.

"the law does not recognize the existence of ghosts. and i don't believe in them either." spoke the judge. "i don't want to hear a lot of malarkey about goblins, spooks, and demons."

a police officer handed him papers.

"we're going to stick to the facts in this case and leave the ghost stories to the kiddies, understood?" requested the judge.

winston stopped by their table a few minutes before the hearing started.

tara was feeling the most anxious out of all of them today.

she didn't want to go to jail.

she was only sixteen. she didn't want to spend the rest of her life behind bars.

she had her best friend emmy. emmy didn't want to be friends with someone in prison and tara couldn't blame her.

"wow, sounds like a pretty open-minded guy, huh?" winston remarked.

"i want to die." tara mumbled.

"yeah, they call him "the hammer"." egon mentioned.

"what can we do? it's all in the hands of our lawyer now." ray said to egon.

tara buried her face in her hands.

"we're so screwed." she agonized.

as if on cue, louis appeared with his arms full of books.

"i think you guys are making a big mistake." louis stated.

"i think we are." tara agreed with him.

"i do mostly tax law and some probate stuff occasionally." he explained. "i got my law degree at night school."

"well, that's fine, louis." ray told him. "we got arrested at night."

ray's head dropped to the table.

tara's did too.

"violating a judicial restraining order, willful destruction of public property, fraud malicious mischief." jack chuckled. "see you in a couple of years at your first parole hearing."

just as he walked away, peter went "you'll never take us alive."

"all right, all right, let's get on with it." spoke the judge.

tara lifted her head. she had tears in her eyes.

time seemed to go by slow. tara was exhausted, so were the boys. it felt like this was going on for hours, expect it was only about thirty minutes in..

"your honor." louis spoke nervously. "ladies and gentlemen of the.. the audience." he turned to them.

"oh god. why did we choose him to be our lawyer?" tara whispered.

"i have no idea." egon whispered back.

"i don't think it's fair to call my clients frauds, okay, so the blackout was a big problem for everybody, okay? i was stuck in an elevator for two hours." he mentioned.

tara slumped down in her chair. this was getting worse not better. worse.

"and i had to make the whole time. but i don't blame them, because one time i turned into a dog and they helped me." he explained.

tara closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"thank you."

louis returned back to his chair.

they could hear people chuckling.

tara never felt more humiliated in her life.

"very good, louis. short, but pointless." egon commented.

time skip to another thirty minutes.

the proton packs were put out on display. something, the boys had to hold ray back for when the officers were taking them out of the ecto-1.

"mr.finaella." said the prosecutor. "please look at exhibits "A" through "F" on the table over here."

on the table next to the proton packs was the slime, ray collected from underground.

"do you recognize this equipment?"

"yeah." finella said. "that's the stuff that the cops took from their truck."

tara rolled her eyes.

"dumbass." she muttered.

"do you know what this equipment is used for?" asked the woman.

finella sighed. "i don't know. uh, catching ghosts, maybe. i don't know." he took a guess.

the judge gave him a look.

"may i remind that the defendants are under a judicial restraining order that strictly forbids them from performing services as paranormal investigators or eliminators."

louis got up, quickly handing the judge his paper after the woman did.

"thanks for the reminder lady." tara grumbled.

"so noted." the judge said, taking the papers.

"now, mr finella, can you identify the substance in this jar marked exhibit "F"?" she questioned as she picked up the jar and took it over to him.

he took the jar, examining it.

"yeah, yeah that's the stuff." he hummed.

tara rose a brow at him.

"your honor, i've been working underground for con ed for 27 years. i never saw anything like this in my life." mr finella honestly answered.

"hmm." nodded the judge.

"whatever's down there, they must of put it there."

ray stood up. "no, we didn't!" he objected.

egon and peter coaxed ray to sit back down.

tara let out a shaky breath, she ran her fingers through her hair.

the judge banged his gavel. "shut up!" he ordered. (idk why but that sounds so wrong 😂😂)

now, peter was sat at the chair with louis speaking. well, more like peter feeding him words and louis trying his best to repeat what he said out to the audience and to the judge.

"so, you were just trying to help out a friend?" louis stuttered out.

"a friend. who was frightened." peter whispered.

"who was a scared of what was happening to her." louis stumbled over his words.

tara clasped her hands together. "oh, god please help us all." she prayed.

"there's no choice in praying to god now, god can't help us." egon informed her.

tara whimpered. "aw, man." she pouted.

"and when you're scared, what?" louis turned to him.

"there was no evil intent." venkman repeated himself.

"there was no evil intent and no malice." louis echoed. "because you live here and when you live in a place, and you love it like you do."

the prosecutor slowly stood up, when she saw what was happening.

"you don't want nothin bad to happen.. what?" louis again turned to him. "it'll never happen again. it's an isolated incident, it's a one-shot deal." he blabbed.

"objection, your honor." the woman interrupted louis and peter.

"what?" louis stepped forward.

"he's leading the witness." she called them out.

"sustained!"

"give me a break, we're both lawyers." he said to her.

"mr. tully, do you have any questions for this witness that might have some bearing on the case?" the judge inquired.

louis turned to peter and asked; "do i?"

"no, we've helped them out already." peter denied.

"no, your honor." just as he walked away he looked over to the woman and went; "your witness."

"dr. venkman." the woman said as she walked over. "would you please tell the court why it is that you and your co-defendants took it upon yourself to dig a very big hole in the middle of the first avenue?"

"well, there's so many holes in first avenue, we really didn't think anyone would notice." he joked.

the audience laughed.

"you keep that up mister, i'll find you in contempt." threatened the judge.

tara went to go flip the judge off before egon gave her a look which made her put the middle finger down.

the slime gurgled.

"i'm truly sorry, your honor." peter apologized.

"i'll ask you again, dr.venkman. why were you digging the hole?" the prosecutor pressed. "and please remember you're under oath."

peter smiled. "there are some things in this world, that go way beyond human understanding. things that cannot be explained, things that most people don't want to know about. that is where we come in."

ray nodded his head, agreeing with everything peter said.

she stepped forward. "so, what you're saying is that the world of the supernatural is your exclusive province?" she questioned.

"kitten, i think what i'm saying is that sometimes... shit happens, someone has to deal with it, and who you gonna call?" peter exclaimed.

the audience erupted in cheers.

i mean, as they should.

"shut up!" the judge snapped.

time skip again, towards the end of the hearing.

"peter venkman, raymond stantz, egon spengler, tara venkman, stand up!" he yelled. "get up!"

they did as they were told.

tara's breathing hitched.

"i don't want to go to jail." she murmured.

"you too, mr tully." he included.

louis reluctantly got up with the others.

tara shut her eyes tight as the judge told off what they were guilty for.

tears ran down her face.

the slime began to gurgle again.

she reopened her eyes, that was the first thing she saw.

was the slime.

tara's brows furrowed.

"what the?" she whispered.

ray noticed it too.

"egy, she's twitching." ray relayed to egon.

egon looked over. his eyes widened too.

"i'm not finished!" the judge thundered.

the slime gurgled more, rising up to the surface of the jar.

"on a more personal note, let me just go on record as saying that there's no place for fake charlatans.."

"uh, your honor?" egon spoke up.

"shut up!" he barked. "tricksters like you in decent society.."

"uh, your honor this is really serious." tara interrupted him.

the slime bubbled over onto the table.

"you play on the gullibility of innocent people." he continued.

"yes, sir.." ray spoke up.

"be quiet!" he demanded.

some kind of wind picked up in the court, making the scene more intense.

tara had her eyes set on the slime.

what was it going to do?

what was going to happen?

"but." ray pointed.

"if my hands weren't tied by the unalterable tethers of the law"

the slime covered the table in it's pink goopy substance.

if this wasn't serious right now, tara would have smiled.

"i would invoke the tradition of our illustrious forbearers, reach back to a purer, sterner justice."

egon pointed to the floor.

everyone slowly got down, shielding themselves from the slime.

"and have you burned at the stake!"

tully gasped, slowly lowering himself down to the ground and under the table.

an explosion went off, eliciting screams from the audience.

tara gasped.

"woah!" she said in awe seeing two bright blue ghosts chained to chairs appear before them.

the ghosts laughed hysterically.

papers flew off of tables as the wind picked up in speed.

"wow!" ray also said in awe.

more screams erupted from the audience as they all tried scurrying away.

and people said ghosts weren't real.

"oh my god, the scoleri brothers!" the judge gasped.

the judge jumped over his bench and ran over to the group. he dropped to the floor, trying his best to stay hidden from the two ghosts.

"the scoleri brothers!" he exclaimed again.

"friends of yours?" tara sarcastically asked him.

"i tried them for murder, gave them the chair!" he explained.

the ghosts shrieked as it continued to wreak havoc in the courtroom.

this was intense.

at least tara wasn't feeling so stressed anymore.

"you gotta do something!" he said to them.

"why don't you just tell them you don't believe in ghosts?" egon sassed.

ray nodded in agreement.

the table lifted from them. they all screamed. they quickly got up, hurrying out of the way of any of the ghosts oncoming attacks.

they made it to the door.

the judge tried to open it. but alas the door wouldn't budge.

the ghosts had obviously locked it.

the judge knocked on the door repeatedly.

the ghost laughed.

the judge then turned to ray, holding onto him for dear life.

"you gotta do something! help me!" he begged.

tara snickered. finding this amusing.

"don't talk to me, talk to my attorney." spoke ray.

"and that's me!" louis cried.

the judge slowly turned to him.

"my guys (he quickly looked over to tara) and girl are still under a judicial mistrangement order." louis reminded him. "that blue thing i got from her." he said, referring to the prosecutor. "they could be exposing themselves."

"and you don't want us exposing ourselves!" peter stepped in.

"not after the shit you put us through today." tara added in.

speaking of the prosecutor..

she let out a scream as the two ghosts grabbed hold of her, dragging her out of the court room.

they all ran over, watching her being taken away.

tara smirked.

"bye, bitch." she waved.

the judge turned away. he had his hands on his head.

"oh, no!" he shouted.

peter went over to him with a smile.

"you're next, bubbles." he told him.

"all right! all right! i rescind the order, case dismissed." he gave in.

"hooray, we won the case!" louis cheered.

"now do something!" he ordered.

they came out from their hiding spot, going over to their proton packs.

they picked them up, putting them on. even tara put one on.

peter groaned as he put his on.

"i always hated this part of the business." he confessed.

tara laughed.

"wuss." she teased.

"shut it, or you're going to jail." peter joked.

they got out their neutrona wands, ready to attack.

"you know, it's been a couple of years since we've used this stuff." peter realized. "i hope it still works."

"it should. power cells have a half-life of 5,000 years." egon addressed.

"well, there's no time for a bench test." ray said. "heat 'em up."

as they turned their neutrona wands on..

"do."

"re."

"egon."

egon smirked when peter gave him a look.

"oh, so egon "i'm always serious" spengler has a sense of humor now?" tara commented.

this was some character development, if i do say so myself.

they looked ahead, just waiting for the ghosts to reappear.

ready to fire at any given moment.

the silence was so loud. it was deafening.

the wind wooshed as they each took a step forward.

chairs began to flip over on it's own. indicating the ghosts were here.

"whoa!" ray exclaimed.

the chairs bounced over one by one.

they started firing at the ghosts who now made their appearance(s).

the boys yelled out.

the ghosts growled at them.

sparks flew about in the room. as the group struggled capturing the insane ghosts.

"jesus! what are they a class five or something?" tara wondered.

"no, a class three. your nose would be bleeding if they were any higher." egon informed her.

the ghosts flew out of their reach, disappearing into thin air.

peter let out a yell.

silence filled the air.

did they catch them?

they started to laugh.

even egon laughed.

but their celebration was soon abruptly stopped by one of the ghosts reappearing.

"oh, shit!" tara swore, jumping a little.

louis screamed, running out of the way.

tara turned on her netruona wand again. she glared at the ghost.

"okay! hold it!" egon instructed her.

tara brought the ghost out to the middle of the room. she followed her proton stream.

once getting a perfect capture stream on the ghost. all three of the boys smiled in victory.

"you got him! you got him!" ray proudly exclaimed. "spengy, get the trap." he ordered.

"okay! okay!" egon said as he went to go grab the trap.

just as he did, the second ghost arrived. coming towards him, laughing it's eerie sinister laugh.

"behind you, ray!" egon pointed with the trapper.

egon ducked right as ray sent out his proton stream towards the ghost.

glass shattered, having most of it land onto the judge.

"hold him, ray!" he demanded.

peter stepped in and helped tara handle the first ghost.

"the both of you, start bringing him back!" egon told the father-daughter duo.

they did as they were told. slowly bringing it out of the center of the court room.

"come on, you fish eater. let's go. yeah tubby." peter insulted the ghost.

egon kneeled down, with the trap in hand.

"ray, keep pulling to the right." he commanded. "okay, the trap's going in." egon said once both tara and peter were closer to him.

egon slid the trap over.

"now, now, now!" yelled ray.

"hold it, ray!"

"hit it!"

egon hit the pedal, opening up the trap.

slowly but surely both the ghosts were zapped inside.

the trap beeped. they all stared at it with bated breath, just waiting for the ghosts to pop out.

once, they were for certain the ghosts were fully trapped inside..

tara let out a sigh she hadn't known she had been holding.

"oh my god. i thought it was never going to end." she expressed, holding a hand to her chest.

all four stepped over to the trap, with smiling faces.

"two in the box!" ray declared.

"ready to go." egon said back.

"we be fast." peter went.

"and they be slow!" all four exclaimed, pointing to the trap.

louis came into view and stared down at the trap.

"wow!"

the boys and tara walked out with many people from the press wanting to interview them.

"we're the best! we're the beautiful! we're the only, ghostbusters." peter declared.

the ghostbusters were back.

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Chapter 3

that night. egon was cutting into the road, for one of them to go down to investigate.

as egon cut through, a police officer stopped him.

"hey, how ya doing?" asked the police officer.

egon looked up. he frantically looked around.

"me?" he pointed to himself.

"yeah." the officer confirmed.

he looked around again before going; "fine, fine. it's cutting fine now."

"great." the officer said. "why are you cutting?"

as if on cue, the rest of the group exited the coffee shop from across the street. they were wearing identical outfits to egon's.

"why am i cutting?" egon repeated his question.

he then spotted the boys.

"boss!" he yelled, motioning for them to come over.

"who told you to stop cuttin'?" peter talked in a brooklynn accent.

egon stepped over.

"somebody tell you to stop cutting?" he questioned.

"what are you guys doing here?"

peter moved over to the police car.

"you tell him to stop cutting?"

"yes, i told him to stop cutting." said the police officer. "what are you doing?"

"what's it look like we're doing?!" peter snapped. "why don't you let us work? we let you work!"

"he's been workin' overtime." ray said, using a fake brooklyn accent too.

"bad back, insomniac, workin over-time. let the man be." tara chimed in.

"i'll tell you why we're here. we're here 'cause some diaper bag downtown is being a jerk and makin' us work on a friday night." ray fibbed. "am i right tara?"

"yeah. he's 100% speaking the truth." she added onto the lie.

"am i right peter?" ray then asked venkman.

"of course you're right, raymond. is he right, ziggy?" peter voiced.

"yo." was all egon said.

if this wasn't a serious moment, tara would have broken character and laughed.

"you guys take it easy, all right?" the police officer made sure.

dropping the act.

"how's it going, what have you been doing?" ray asked spengler.

"what have i been doing, while you're getting coffee for an hour?" egon repeated.

"i got a cupcake!" tara gleefully announced.

"tara, i thought you were done that thing." peter said to her.

"no." she pouted.

"just finish it up already, my god." he huffed.

egon sighed. "i've been digging a big hole in the middle of the street." he continued.

ray kneeled down, examining it.

"wow! wow!" he exclaimed.

tara bent over to take a look at the hole too. just as she did, there went her cupcake into the said hole.

"no!" she whined dramatically.

peter chuckled, which earned a glare from her.

"looks like you've uncovered an old air shaft." ray remarked. "man, that just goes on and on."

"this is very intense." egon relayed.

tara nodded, agreeing with him. "so, intense that my cupcake fell into it."

"we should get a deeper reading." he added.

"yeah, we're going to need a deeper reading." ray agreed.

ray got up along with the others.

tara stood there, staring at her long lost cupcake.

"my cupcake.." she whispered.

"get up." peter urged her.

tara reluctantly got up with a frown on her face.

she was really going to miss that cupcake..

"yeah, somebody has to go down there." egon nodded.

ray nodded. "somebody's gotta go down there." he echoed.

"i'll go down there." tara offered.

"no." all three of the boys said.

"aw, man. i wanted to get my cupcake." she whimpered.

"okay, who's going to go down there?" peter asked.

they all looked to ray.

ray was now underground. the boys were lowering down the rope, so he could get a closer look.

tara stood off to the side pouting. still sad about her cupcake.

"will you knock it off?" peter demanded.

"no." she objected.

peter rolled his eyes. "it's just a cupcake." he mumbled.

"you whine about not having dana in your life every night, but do i ridicule you for it? no." tara exposed him.

peter closed his eyes and bit his tongue. he was not in the mood. especially not in the mood to be exposed by his daughter, for what he cried about behind closed doors.

"you all right?" he asked, changing the subject.

"yeah, i'm good. speed's good, boys." they could hear ray say. "keep it comin'."

"we're breaking through. see some light."

tara stepped forward.

"i'm in some kind of chamber."

"chamber?" tara repeated him.

"there's tile work."

"slime!" ray then shouted.

tara flinched not expecting him to shout.

"slime?" peter's brows furrowed in confusion.

"it's a river of slime!" stantz exclaimed.

"there's gotta be 25,000 gallons of it!"

"damn." tara said in astonishment. "that's a shit load of slime."

"it's flowing through here like a river!"

the only time she saw slime was from slimer. was this the same kind of slime or was this something entirely different? she began to wonder.

"van horn... pneumatic transit."

"i can't believe it! it's the old pneumatic transit system. it's still here."

"pneumatic transit system?" tara repeated, having never heard of it before.

as they lowered him down more, they could hear ray say "okay, woah, woah! that's good, that's good."

"hold me up, hold me up, that's good."

"what do you see?" peter asked.

tara's eyes widened when the same police car from earlier pulled up in front of them.

"uhh guys." she said nervously.

"all right, i'll see if i can get a sample." spoke ray.

"uhh guys, i think we need to stop." tara frantically looked to the police car then to the boys. "please." she pleaded.

"what's goin on here?" asked the police officer from earlier.

tara's breath was hitched in her throat.

they were in big trouble.

like with the law kind of trouble.

"hey, what's the story?"

the boys got up, going over to the police officer.

there was also a construction worker that was with the officer, which made matters worse.

tara followed the boys over. she rung her hands nervously, she felt like she was going to pass out.

"hey, what, you boneheads are gonna come and roust me again?" asked peter. "i got 3,000 phones out in greenwich village! i got about eight million mile of cable i gotta check."

"dad." tara whispered, tugging on his shirt.

"you're gonna come and shake my monkey tree again?" he snapped.

"what are you talkin' about buddy? the phone lines are over there." the real construction worker pointed.

tara closed her eyes, doing her breathing exercises that her therapist taught her.

peter turned to egon.

"what did i say to you?" he started smacking him. "the phones lines are over there!"

egon winced as he got hit.

"hey! hey! hey!" cried the police officer.

"hey, you're not with con ed or the phone company. we checked, so tell me another one." spoke the officer.

tara reopened her eyes. the breathing exercises weren't working.

they were going to get arrested.

again.

"i got a major gas leak here! where do you think all this is coming from, the sky?"

tara took a couple steps back.

"we're screwed." she repeated over and over again.

egon eyed her. a look of concern plastered on his face.

"uh, okay, boys. boys?" they could hear ray say. "uh, pull me up now, all right?"

"there's some kind of activity going on with this stuff..."

they could hear ray yell.

"hey, help! pick me up."

egon and peter scurried over.

tara watched with bated breath.

god, when this was all over...

"ray, start it!" yelled peter.

they began raising the rope.

"boys! hey, what's going on up there? come in!" ray cried.

"get me out of this hole!" he ordered.

all of a sudden, they heard a explosion go off underground.

then, all of the lights in the city went out.

they were really screwed now.

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CHAPTER 2

the next day. the boys and tara were off to take a look at dana's baby.

tara hadn't seen dana in almost four years. she really hoped her and her dad would get back together. but, she knew that dana deserved better than her father. she just hoped she was doing well.

the door opened, revealing dana on the other side.

"hi, dana." ray greeted her with a grin.

"hi, ray." dana smiled. "how good to see you, thanks for coming." she hugged him.

"hey, no problem. always glad to help and hug." ray said.

tara came in after him.

"oh, tara." dana rejoiced. "oh, it's so good to see you." she pulled her into a hug.

"yeah, it's good to see you too." tara agreed, returning the hug.

egon came in afterwards. he greeted dana after the two girls were done their hug.

dana went to go close the door until peter stopped her by making his way inside.

dana turned to ray and egon, confusion plastered on her face.

"well, i know i'm just asking for the big hurt, but i thought i'd give us one more chance." peter asserted.

"he-he tortured me. pulled my ears." ray relayed to dana.

"you know him, he's stubborn." tara sighed.

"oh, i know." dana remembered.

dana made her way over to venkman.

"hello, peter."

he dramatically turned around.

"hello, dana." he said, adding to the dramatics.

dana sighed, she turned to egon. "so, what would you like to do first?"

tara examined the place.

it was quite different compared to dana's last apartment.

well, for starters it wasn't torn apart or made into gozer's temple.

but, it was bigger than the other one and very pink.

with instruments scattered about, books as well as some things that retained to the baby.

she couldn't wait to meet the baby.

"we'd like to examine the baby first." egon settled.

"yeah." ray agreed.

dana lead them to where the baby was.

she took him from who tara could assume was the nanny/babysitter.

"and anything associated with the baby, especially stuffed toys, things with fabrics and stuffing." stantz included.

"then we'd like to see the buggy." egon included.

"alright. can i put him over here?" she asked the guys, taking them into the dinning room.

"and uh, wherever he sleeps." ray added.

"this would be fine." egon nodded.

ray laid out the blue mat onto the table.

"we'll have to lay him down flat." ray then said as he took off his jacket.

tara took a closer look at the baby once he was laid down.

he had blonde hair and blue eyes.

very standard baby.

very cute.

she smiled.

peter took off his coat as well, his eyes being on dana the whole time.

"okay, sweetheart, they're gonna take a look at you." dana told the baby.

"we'll do a cursory medical examination." spengler addressed.

peter looked around. scanning the bookshelf.

"what do you say? gammil and pross infant acuity test?" ray suggested to egon.

"huh?" tara furrowed her brows in confusion.

"it's a set of tests that are run on infants. you had it done before." ray explained to tara.

"oh. i'm still confused but oh." tara nodded.

"sounds good. we'll finish with an apgar score." egon concluded.

"it's nothing that's gonna hurt him, right?" dana questioned.

"oh, no, no." both egon and ray denied.

"i don't think so." he assumed.

ray handed him a stethoscope.

"dad. what are you doing?" tara groaned, watching him pick up dana's cello.

he started playing the cello like a guitar.

"that's not how you play a cello, you moron." she said, going over to him to get him to stop.

he continued on playing, ignoring tara's comments and pleas for him to stop.

dana glanced up at him. even she was annoyed by him.

i mean, everyone was.

peter was the king of being annoying.

"have you ever done this before? well besides on tara." ray asked egon.

"besides tara, i did do it on a chimp." egon confessed.

"so, uh, whatever happened to mr. right, anyway?" peter questioned.

"dad." tara smacked him in the arm.

"what? can't i ask questions?" peter asked.

"no, you can't. you have no filter and are blatantly rude and you know that." she informed him.

peter fake laughed. he put down the cello before grabbing a hold of tara and giving her a noogie.

"i heard he ditched you and ran off to europe." he continued.

"he didn't ditch me." dana picked up the cello, putting it back in it's proper placement. "we had some problems, and he got a very good job offer from an orchestra in london, (tara eventually pulled herself from out of his grip as he trailed lazily behind dana.) and he took it."

"so he ditched you?" peter repeated.

he turned the snow globe he grabbed from off of the shelf upside down, watching the fake snow inside fall.

tara turned back over to the boys who were examining the baby.

ray had his recorder out. while egon was examining the infant with a ruler.

"the subject is a.. male caucasian. um, approximately" "twenty-four inches." egon read off the marker. "twenty-four inches in uh length." ray spoke into the recorder.

egon made a clicking sound with his mouth to get the baby's attention.

tara couldn't help but 'aww' at the sight before her.

she loved seeing the boys interact with babies.

she had two favorite things. egon and the boys interacting with babies.

those were just the main two.

"uh, subject weighs approximately 18 pounds and is about eight months old."

she went over to the table.

"oh, to be young again." she sighed.

she stuck her tongue out at the baby, making it laugh. he went to grab her piercing before she closed her mouth.

"sorry, little dude. you can't put your grubby little germs on my piercing." she laughed.

egon eyed her.

"tara." he said in a warning tone.

she grinned. "sorry." she said before stepping away.

egon kneeled down to be more at the baby's height. he had a small flash light in hand.

"uh, okay. ocular?"

he moved the flash light back and forth, having the baby follow it.

"uh, pupillary response normal." egon confirmed.

he turned off the flash light, placing it into his coat pocket as he stood back up.

"auditory." ray snapped in the infant's face, having it turn his head to the source of the noise.

ray and egon both snapped their fingers. getting the baby to look in both of their directions.

"seems normal."

"ampullary reflex?"

they both lifted his arms, tickling his side.

"uh, appears to be ticklish."

"yep, baby ticklish."

"you know, you'd have been better off marrying me?" peter let her know.

tara went into the other room where dana and peter were.

dana had every right to leave him. he wasn't giving her what she wanted or an answer or an explanation as to why he didn't want what she did. so, she had every right to leave the way she did.

dana approached him.

"you never asked me." she reminded him. "and whenever i brought it up, you'd get drowsy and fall asleep."

"and you didn't have the balls to ask her either." tara mumbled.

peter eyed her, having obviously heard what she said.

he set the snow globe back onto the shelf. he turned away from barrett.

"you never got it, dana." he expressed.

tara rose a brow at him.

"i'm a man, i'm sensitive. i need to feel loved, i need to feel desired!" peter proclaimed.

"it was when you started introducing me as the old ball and chain." dana wrapped his arms around him, teasing him for his mistakes with their relationship. "that's when i left." she finished.

peter cursed himself. he really regretted being such an ass.

dana left peter's side. having enough with him and this conversation.

tara went up to him. "you never learn dad, you never learn." she left the room.

"dammit." he huffed.

he ran after her, following dana and tara into the room where the other boys were.

"well, i may have a lot of personal problems, but i'm a total professional when it comes to my job." he expressed.

he examined the baby before turning to egon who was wearing a very unique headpiece on his head.

"egon." peter said.

egon looked up, almost hitting peter with the stethoscope.

"what?"

"what are we doing?" peter spoke into the stethoscope.

egon flinched.

"he seems to be fine, dana." egon informed her as he took off the headpiece.

"he's very healthy." dana stated.

"he's okay." egon said as he put the headpiece away.

"when he does sleep, where do you put him?" asked ray.

"uh, right around here. i'll show you." dana told him.

right as tara went to go follow dana and ray, she overheard egon ask her dad to get a stool sample from the baby.

"business or personal?" asked peter.

the nursery was basically like any other nursery.

very colorful. very cheery. loads of toys strewn about.

"it's a little messy." dana said as she picked up toys.

"well, we don't want to play with anything." ray assured her. "we just want to sweep for valences." he started scanning various toys with the PKE meter.

"hmm, very cheerful." egon commented on the room's interior.

"what did my nursery look like?" tara wondered.

"your nursery consisted of my lab." he reported.

tara frowned. "oh."

"my parents didn't believe in toys." egon changed the subject.

"what? how does one not believe in toys?" tara queried.

"they thought it was a waste of time." egon explained. "and that it dumbed down children."

"well, that's some bullshit." tara swore.

"help! he's gone completely berserk! help me!" peter yelled.

tara huffed.

"what a child." she grumbled.

ray and egon exchanged looks just as dana and tara went to go inspect what was going on out there.

"uh-oh." both ray and egon said in unison.

egon picked up a rattle, held it to his ear and shook it.

"you mean, you never even had a slinky?" ray asked him.

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CHAPTER 1

five years have gone by since the ghostbusters were a thing. due to there not being anymore ghosts, the boys had no choice but to put themselves out of business.

shortly, after they did so. peter and dana broke up, not ending on good terms.

now, they were regular men doing regular things in regular boring sociey. while, hoping they'd be able to get their jobs of being the ghostbusters back again. alas, that was only a daydream of theirs..

ray had his own book store down town called 'ray's occult books'. winston, did the occasional birthday party with ray while in his free time he dropped things off for people. egon was working at the institute for advanced theoretical research. he did experiments that had to do with human emotion. while peter..

well..

"hi. welcome back to the world of the physic. i'm peter venkman."

he was a talk show host.

out of all the jobs he could possibly get, it was to be on tv.

well, what did you expect from him?

he loved the attention.

"i'm chatting with my guest, author, lecturer, and psychic, milton angland." he introduced his guest show host with a bit of a laugh.

tara sat off to the side from backstage, watching the show go on before her. she was sixteen now, about to turn seventeen in december.

she had grown a lot in the last five years. matured some. but, that didn't stop her from being the sarcastic, no filtered, rebellious and spunky tara we all know and love. it also didn't stop her from clinging to egon at every chance she got.

what can i say? egon's the best!

"milt, your new book is called the end of the world." peter started off. "now, can you tell us when it's gonna be, or do we have to buy the book?" he inquired.

he turned to the camera before milt began to speak.

"well, i predict that the world will end at the stroke of midnight on new year's eve." milt declared.

"cool." tara said with a nod.

"this year?" peter asked.

"mmm-hmm." he confirmed.

"even cooler." she commented.

"well, that's cutting it a little bit close isn't it?" he joked. "i mean, just from a sales point of view."

tara rolled her eyes. he was going to make the man cry.

more often then not, he always made his guests cry. he's what he called "a professional." tara disagreed.

"i mean, your book is just coming out, you're not gonna see any paperback sales for at least a year." he explained.

when he turned off to the side during his spiel, tara stuck his tongue out at him revealing the silver tongue piercing she got just yesterday.

his eyes widened before looking back at milt as he continued on with his "speech".

didn't i say she was rebellious?

"before you know wether you've got that mini-series or movie of the week kind of possibilities." peter rambled.

"okay." milt sighed, having enough.

"he's going to cry." tara nodded.

"i mean, just devil's advocate, milty." peter advised. "i mean, shouldn't you have said, (he cupped his hands around his mouth and shouted) "hey, the world's gonna end in 1992!""

"wait. wait a minute." milt cut in.

"or better yet, 1994?" peter chuckled.

"this is not just some money-making scheme, all right?" he scoffed. "i have a strong psychic belief."

"oh, here comes the tears." tara prepared herself.

"that the world will end on new year's eve." he finished.

milt sighed, fixing his suit coat.

"well, for your sake i hope you're right." peter told him.

they shook hands before peter turned his chair over to the lady in the chair next to him.

"okay, but i think my other guest may disagree with you." he informed him. "elaine? now, you had another date in mind."

elaine nodded. "according to my source." she began. "the end of the world will be on february 14th, in the year 2016."

"valentine's day." peter said looking at the camera. "bummer." he turned back to her and asked "where'd you get your date, elaine?"

she heaved out a breath before speaking; "i received this information from an alien."

tara's brows furrowed.

okay, she knew ghosts were real. but aliens? that was on a whole other level, which she'd rather not let her brain travel too far into thinking about. especially, during restless nights..

"as i told my husband, it was in the paramus holiday inn. i was having a drink at the bar, alone, and this alien approached me. he started talking to me."

tara couldn't believe what she was hearing. was this woman being serious or was she just covering up the fact that she cheated on her husband?

the world may never know.

"he bought me a drink, and then i think he might have used some kind of a ray or a mind-control device, because he forced me to follow him to his room, and that's where"

peter stared at the camera in boredom. was this really what his life had come to?

"he told me about the end of the world." she finished her story.

peter took a moment to process what he just heard before going; "so, your alien had a room at the holiday inn, paramus?"

she blinked. looking a bit confused.

"is she high?" tara wondered.

"it might have been a room on the spacecraft, made up to look like a room at the holiday inn." she said, cluelessly.

"oh god." she face palmed.

"i can't be sure about that, peter." the woman confessed.

"of course not. and that is the whole problem with aliens." he got up from his chair and went over to the center of the stage. "is you just can't trust 'em. occasionally, you meet a nice one. starman, E.T. but usually they turn out to be some kind of big lizard." he laughed.

tara rolled her eyes. she got up from the floor, knowing that the show was about to come to an end.

"that's all the time we've got for this week on world of the physic." peter announced. "next week, though.."

a hairless cat was then handed over to him as he went; "give me, ira." he held it up to the camera. "hairless pets." he turned it around some before handing the cat back to the assistant. "weird.." he shuddered.

the camera panned in on him as he gave off his usual farewell to the viewers.

"until then, this is peter venkman saying.." he held his index finger up to his head. his serious demeanor quickly faded, he smiled and laughed as he waved goodbye. "see you then, bye."

he turned back around, going over to the guests to shake hands and to give thanks for coming on the show.

"i can't believe you went and got your tongue pierced." peter said to tara after they were done the show.

"i can't believe you never noticed it." tara said back to him. "i got it yesterday, dad."

"it's not like i'm looking up and close at your tongue all day, tara." he defended himself.

tara rolled her eyes.

norman, who helped find all the guests for the show started to walk alongside peter and tara.

"norman, where do you find these people?" he asked as they entered the office part of the studio. "weren't we supposed to have the telekinetic guy who bends the spoons?"

"he cancelled. this is the best we could do with such short notice." norman replied.

"aw man. i really wanted to see the telekinetic man bend spoons with his mind." she pouted.

"look, no respected psychic will come on the show." explained norman.

"i can pretend to be a physic." tara offered.

peter took one look at her and went; "no one would believe you."

"you're right. i wouldn't even believe myself." she admitted.

norman sighed. "they think you're a fraud." he said to peter.

"i am a fraud." peter stated.

"well, at least you're honest about it. not very many frauds are." tara mumbled.

a group of people walking with the mayor passed by.

peter looked over to him and tried to get his attention before some weird guy who was uglier than weasel stepped in between him.

tara took a step back, her nose scrunching up in disgust.

"can i help you?" asked the man in the suit.

"yeah, get your hand off me." peter ordered.

once, taking his hand off him. peter stepped forward.

"thank you. i'm an old friend of the mayor's, i wanted to say hello give him a kiss." he told him.

"i'm jack hardemeyer, i'm the mayor's assistant." the stranger introduced himself.

tara wanted to make a dirty joke on his last name, but decided against it for the better good of herself and her safety.

"i know who you are dr.venkman, i just don't see any ghosts anywhere." jack teased, pretending to look around.

tara scoffed.

peter chuckled. though, she knew he was probably offended by jack's little comment.

if anything about the ghostbusters were brought up, he'd want to automatically change the subject.

it was a touchy subject for him, especially with what came after putting themselves out of business..

"well, that's why i wanted to talk to his highness." peter admitted. "see, we did a little job for the city a while back, and we got stiffed on the bill by some bureaucratic bookworm like yourself." he sassed.

"look, you stay away from the mayor." jack warned him. "he's running for governor next fall, and the last thing we need is for him to be associated with two-bit frauds and publicity hounds like you, your friends and your kid." he spat.

"me? i didn't do anything." she whispered.

she only ghostbusted once. why was she put into the mix?

jack walked away, leaving peter and tara somewhat confused and somewhat offended.

"you know i'm a voter, aren't you supposed to lie to me and kiss my butt?" peter called.

"what did i do?" tara was still wondering when they left the studio.

most days after work, peter and tara took a trip to ray's occult book store. if it was up to peter, he'd head straight home and sleep until morning. but, this was tara's world he was living in. he had to do what she wanted to do after work and that was to visit her two other dads at the bookstore.

"uh, perhaps you could help me." peter spoke in a funny voice. "i'm looking for a love potion aerosol, that i could spray on a certain penthouse pet."

tara skipped over to egon, she smiled big.

"hi, egon." she greeted him.

though, she had seen him yesterday. she was still just as happy to see the guy.

like i said, he and ray were her other dads or what she'd like to call them her backup dads.

winston was her uncle, who got her out of trouble and got pizza for her after getting her out of said trouble.

"hi, tara." egon greeted her back, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

"don't show him the piercing." peter mentioned.

"what piercing?" he questioned.

tara gave him a cheeky grin before sticking out her tongue.

egon closed his eyes and sighed.

"not surprised." was all he could say.

tara giggled.

she went over to ray to greet him too.

"hi ray." she said, sounding giddy.

"hi, sweetheart." he said back to her.

tara hopped up onto the counter, to which ray picked her up and set her on her lap.

"she's sixteen. don't make it weird." peter commented before turning to egon.

"hi egon." peter said, speaking in that funny voice again. "how's school? bet those science chicks really dig that large cranium of yours, huh?"

"i think, they're more interested in my epididymis." egon shot back.

tara was surprised. a smooth come back. wow. she taught egon well.

"i'm impressed." she complimented.

she hopped off ray's lap.

"did my crystals come in?" she asked him.

"yeah, over there at the other end of the counter." ray pointed.

"yay!" tara clapped.

she skipped over to the other end of the counter, to go look at all the crystals ray got for her.

peter turned over to ray who was busy working on something.

"ray, let's close this place up so you can buy me a calzone." he suggested.

"oh, i really can't do that right now, pete, i'm working on something." ray declined. "but your book came in." he reached down and pulled out the book peter had ordered. "magical paths to fortune and power." he read off the title before handing the book over to him.

"thank you." peter said taking the book.

"good luck, with that venkman." egon told him.

ray snickered. finding egon's sassy comments highly assuming.

"will you put this on my account, please?" peter requested.

"sure." ray nodded.

"ray, take a look at this." egon handed him over a book.

"oh." ray took the book.

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INTRODUCTION |

five years have passed and the ghostbusters were out of business. peter was a talk show host. egon was a scientist doing basic experiments at the institute for advanced theoretical research. ray ran a book shop while occasionally doing birthday parties with winston. tara was just following her father along for the ride. so, what happens when the ghosts come back and want to make dana's baby into their ruler?

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Chapter 4.

"This, this is bad." Egon claimed.

"You, know I never realized it before but I shouldn't tuck my cuffs into my boots." Peter realized. "Not sexy." He shook his head.

"That's the least of our worries right now, dad." Tara informed him.

The ghost army all began charging towards them.

"You're not getting paid by the minute, Fred!" One ghost said to Fred.

"Obliterate these annoying Ghostbusters... once and for all!"

Fred's eyes glowed red.

"You might want to stand back. This could get messy." He growled.

"Shut yer trap and get it done!"

Fred shot his proton gun at Peter, capturing him in a proton stream.

"Daddy!" She cried out.

"I got yer trap right here!"

Peter was encapsulated in the blue light, the trap threw open below him.

"This looks bad." He said. "Yep, definitely!"

Just like that, he was trapped.

"One down, four ta go."

Tara's eyes welled up with tears.

"I'd like to wake up from this nightmare now!" She yelled to the sky. "Please!"

She fell to her knees, she rocked back and forth.

"Please, make this stop." She sobbed. "I just want it to end. I don't want to do this anymore. I want my life back to normal, I want to be alive again. Please, make this stop!" She begged.

She looked up moments later, seeing Ray captured in a capture stream.

And Egon and Winston with their arms held back by two of fake Peter's team members.

"Game over, Ghostbusters. Actually, it was game over back when I whacked you boys, i'll give ya a credit for dying stubborn."

"Come on." Came a voice.

"What?" Tara sniffled.

"I have an idea." Jiff motioned.

She reluctantly got up and followed the kid over to where the trap Peter was in.

He picked up a rock and stood it over the trap.

"Case ya ain't noticed, yer pals left ya high and dry seeing as i'm the one with the gun. I'm the one in charge, now?"

The kids dropped the rock onto the trap, ripping it open.

"No! Stupid kids!" He pushed them out of the way. "Come on Venkman. Make yer move! I ain't got all-" Peter was flown out of the trap.

"Whoa! Those traps suck. Gotta remember to talk to the guys about inventing a more humane- treatment?" He looked around seeing four angels floating before him.

"For there must be a balance between realms that cannot overstep. The truce between light and dark must be preserved. Fret not The Lord helps those who help themselves." Spoke the male angel.

"No!" Fred screamed.

Tara smirked.

"Finally, getting what he deserves." She said.

"Great, thanks. For the platitude. I'll be sure to ask not what my country can do for me while I am it, you guys are sold." He told them, turning back.

The spirit was thrown out from Peter's vessel, going back to his normal form.

A puny looking mafia boss.

"Move, move, move.." He begged.

The Ghostbusters surrounded him.

Peter stood in front, with his proton gun aimed at the ghost's head.

"Not so fast, I want to know what you were up to in my body and I want to know now. I also don't appreciate you hurting my friends and especially my little girl." He said, his voice dripping with anger.

"Daddy, watch out!" Tara yelled.

"Eep!" Squeaked Fred.

"The arrangement must be honored."

They all turned towards the dark and ominous voice.

It was a red looking dragon monster with two heads.

"The Venkman belongs to us now, yum!"

Peter's eyes widened.

"Say, again?" He sounded nervous.

"What part of "You belong to me now" Don't you understand? Less talk, more boiling alive in skunk urine."

"Yeah, that urine thing sounds really fun but hang on. I wasn't quite myself for a little bit." He defended himself, hitting Fred with the wire of his netruona wand. "What kind of arrangement are we talking about, exactly?" He questioned.

"Your presence of here is bad, not only is it impossible for the living to reach purgatory, but there's no oxygen here for you to breathe. Plus, there's this eternal truce thing. This place is neutral, we shouldn't be tampering here." It exchanged. "We bent the rules to get you here as favor to lucky. In return, we get to torture, dismember, and disembowel you for eternity."

"Wow. I never imagined a demon to be patient." Peter said out loud. "And expository."

"After all I done, the bosses were gonna throw me under the bus."

"But my dad's not the one you dealt for!" Tara stepped in. "His soul wasn't even in his body at the time. He was possessed by THIS piece of shit. You dealt for him, not my daddy."

"Atta girl." Peter said, proud.

"Watch yer tongue, brat." Hissed Fred.

"Great, now what do we do?" Asked the dragon thing. "You know what I always say.." Spoke the other head. "When in doubt just eat 'em all!"

Peter shot his gun at the beast.

"Did it work?" He hoped.

"Ow."

"Not sure. But they seem weak." Little Venkman noticed.

"Step back, Jack!" Peter advised before shooting at it again.

"Be careful, you're only going to have fifteen seconds, tops before the pack overloads!" Egon called.

"Kick it's butt, Venkman!" Winston encouraged.

"Peter, you've got to turn up the juice. It's too powerful!" Ray yelled.

"Great. No pressure or anything.." Peter said sarcastically, turning up the setting.

He shot at it full speed.

"Think you're bad, huh? You might be bigger and you DEFINITELY smell worse but at the end of the day." He proclaimed. "You're nothing but a different kind of ghost." He then turned to the others. "Not, to be a pain but I could REALLY use that other trap right about now." He requested.

"Where is it? Anyone see it?" They began searching for it high and low.

"Once the trap opens, we're going to need split-second timing to keep from getting sucked in ourselves." Egon slightly worried.

"Well, that's just great." Tara tried not to stress.

Holding the trap was Fred.

"Promise me something." He panted. "First chance you get. Bust them skunks what threw me to the wolves.."

"Last thing we ever need is help from you!" Winston snatched the trap from him.

"Come on, kid! Don't ruin my moment of redemption!" he whined.

Zeddemore popped him in the jaw.

"Just get out of the way, loser!" He snapped.

He ran over to where Venkman was with the trap in hand.

"Cut the beam, Venkman!" He ordered.

He stood in front with the trap held out towards the beast.

"Now!"

Just like that, the dragon looking thing was entrapped and gone forever.

Tara let out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding in.

Peter fell to his knees, panting.

"I can hear it screaming in there. That'll teach it to mess with us." Ray confirmed.

Tara ran over to her father, she kneeled down in front of him.

"Daddy, you okay?" She checked on him.

"Yes. I'm fine. I'm great." He responded.

He pulled her into a hug.

"I missed you so much, sweetheart." He stroked her hair.

"I missed you too." She said back.

"I love you." He told her.

She felt tears well up in her eyes. Tears of joy this time.

This was the first she's ever heard him say "I love you." To her in years.

"I love you too." She said back to him, hugging him tighter.

Suddenly, he started having a hard time breathing. Tara pulled out from his embrace.

"He can't breathe here! He's still alive!" She remembered.

The guys helped pick up Peter, they headed for the portal to the mortal world.

"Move it, people! Venkman doesn't have much time!" They hurried.

"Come on, Peter it's just oxygen. You can do it!" Ray encouraged.

Peter's eyes rolled in the back of his head.

"Peter!"

"Don't give up, Peter. We can do this." Egon motivated him.

"Daddy, I know you can fight it. Please, don't leave me." Tara begged.

One Week Later.

"It ain't possible."

"No.."

"Huh?"

"Don't look so surprised, boys. It's all about who you know. Turns out we made some friends in really high places." Peter remarked.

"I can't believe you guys dumped us in the east river." Ray said, insulted. "Do you know how many showers it took to get the smell out of my hair?"

"Easy, Ray." Winston calmed him.

"I've had a stomach ache for a week, thanks to you!" Tara scolded.

"If you're wondering how we found you, our contacts on the other side tell us Fred Sans like a buteaogallus urubitinga." Egon exchanged.

"And those things can sing. Let me tell you." Ray added in.

"He's pretty mad at you guys for selling him down the river." He informed them.

"This won't change anything. You take us down, another will just take the reins of the pipeline." Explained the ghost. "Probably the yakuza."

"Don't worry your pretty little head about. We'll shut them down too." Ray determined.

"One thing i'm confused about. I understand why ghosts would deal with to get out of purgatory but, what was in it for you?" Winston asked them.

"Old habits die hard." They simply explained.

"Not anymore." Peter settled before they shot at them with their guns.

Winston's lady friend from before appeared in the church.

"Let's give Winston a minute, here fellas." Peter motioned.

Tara smiled before they went outside.

The lady waved at her, making her blush.

Peter took notice of this and laughed.

"Someone's got a crush!" He said in a sing-song voice.

"I do not!" She swore.

"And pigs can fly!" He chuckled.

"I will kill you." She threatened.

"Want to go back to the purgatory again?" He teased.

She fell quiet.

"I thought so."

(This was traumatizing.)

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Chapter 3.

"See, boys? This is what keeps the hub bubbing around these parts." Peter exchanged.

"Wait a minute. They're running a coyote operation, smuggling ghosts out of purgatory?" Ray queried.

“Zip, it grandma!" Peter snapped.

Tara smirked.

She looked over to her father.

Peter motioned for her to come over.

She sprinted over, embracing him immediately.

"I missed you kid." He patted her shoulder.

Tears welled up in her eyes, she buried her face in his arm.

"Peter." Ray prodded.

"Yes, Ray. The same ghosts that killed you Egon, Ray, my daughter and Winston also run a coyote-" "...Capone..." Spoke a guy with slicked back hair.

“Skip to the point, motormouth. You boys got on the wrong side of some bad seeds by the name of Lansky, Capone. Siegal, and Luciano." Spoke another man with buzzed cut hair.

"Wait, a minute. I recognize Elliot Ness there and Jelly Bryce next to him but-who are you again?" Ray questioned.

“J.Edgar Hoover. You commie don't pinko. Don't play dumb with me!" He barked.

“Even, I knew who he was." Tara stated.

Peter stepped out from Tara's embrace to wrap an arm around J.Edgar Hoover.

“Take it easy, Eddie. Ray probably didn't recognize you without your dress." He defended his coworker.

“I'm starting a file on you." He hissed.

“Be that as it may. If I could just take a moment to verify my understanding of this situation." Egon stepped in. "In exchange for access to this secret "pipeline back to the living world.. the demons are provided with innocent souls-off the books. So to speak.""

Elliot Ness was holding back the angry grandma.

“An equal number of demons AND angels guard the borders of this place. So, we know it's not the angels responsible for the missing souls. Why do you ask?" He inquired.

“Because I think we may have a problem." Egon pointed.

Up ahead was a little boy who was fighting back against his restraints trying not to be consumed by another red giant beast.

“Excuse me, sweet-yet-deceptively-evil old woman. If I could just borrow you for a second." Peter grabbed her by the arm.

"Get your hands off-" He threw her into the back of the winged monster.

“Neat, huh? You wouldn't believe the things I can-" "Hold that thought, Peter!" Ray cut him off.

“Move out! I'll grab the kid, the rest of you make yourself useful." He ordered.

“You guys might want to let me handle this. Just, y'know thinking out loud." Venkman suggested.

They made it over to the lion beast that was holding both the young boy and the old lady.

“What the-"

“It's The Ghostbusters!"

“Holy Moley! Did you smell that thing's breath? It was like fecal matter mixed with oblivion." Ray cringed.

"Oh. Hi, guys. How'd it go out there?" Peter wondered, leaning up against a boulder.

Egon grabbed him by the collar of his flightsuit.

"Peter, would you mind handling this?" He requested.

"Good, thinking Egon." He complimented.

He started to levitate.

"Be right back." He excused himself.

“I don't think he should be allowed to have this much power." Tara shook her head.

“Agreed." Egon sighed.

"Remind me to ask Peter, exactly how it is that he can do all these new things, Egon." Ray asked of him.

"Actually, I've postulated a theory that may explain Venkman's newfound abilities, Ray." Spengler stated. "If you recall, Venkman was never actually killed back in the "real" world."

"Right on! His body was possessed but, unlike the rest of us, he never got turned to swiss cheese." Ray added on.

"Yet Venkman's soul still wound up here after being displaced from his body." Egon included.

"Exactly! He doesn't seem constrained by whatever laws of celestial physics that now bind us."

"Fascinating. Your theory opens all kinds of doors into the premature nature of the after-" Ray was cut off by a pool of blood splashing onto them.

"Beautiful. Just beautiful." She muttered.

"What in the-"

"Is that-" Egon began to ask.

"It smells like demonic pus! Does anyone have a jar?" Ray asked.

"How do you know what demon pus smells like?" Tara cringed.

"In our line of work, we know what every entity smells like." Ray told her.

"Peter?"

There ahead of them was Peter with the same little boy latched onto them. Tara felt a hint of jealously.

"Oh, hey. Those two mob types got away while I was wrestling with our friend here." Peter explained. "By the way, everyone say hello to Jiff. Turns out his mother wasn't so choosy after all- at least as far as names go. He's a little shaken up but he he'll be okay, right-" Tara marched over to him. "Tara, don't do it."

And she did it. She shoved the boy out of the way.

"Tara Alison Venkman!" Peter scolded. He turned to the shaking little boy. "It's okay, my daughter's a little ass hole. Forgive her." He apologized on her behalf.

The boy whimpered.

"Don't do that again, you hear me?" He demanded of her.

Tara looked down, feeling guilty.

He picked her up.

He used his free hand to pick the skull of the beast off from the old lady.

"And you, young lady, working for the mob at your age. I mean, what's purgatory coming to?" He ridiculed.

"Bite me." She threatened.

"Bite this!" Hoover snapped, punching her in the face.

"Woah! Take it easy, J.Edgar Hoover! It's over, the good guys won." Ray assured him.

"Get your pinko hands off me!" He demanded.

"Hey, they found me. Anyway, you guys weren't even dead yet. I needed someone talk to, at least we're all on the same side." Peter rested a hand on the mean old lady's shoulder. "The good guys have to talk now so why don't you run along. Eddie looks like he wants to play piñata with you again." He teased. "Enjoy your eternal reward, you're off to a great start." He said before bopping her on the butt.

"Like, I said bite me!" She yelled.

"She's a plate of fresh baked cookies, isn't she?" Peter played.

"Do you ever shut up?" Hoover asked.

"Sadly, no." Tara told him.

"You'll have to excuse director Hoover's lack of manners." Excused Eliot.

"We're on what you might call a tight schedule. We have to report back on our process soon." Spoke Jelly.

"Did I forget to tell you that these three hard boiled eggs have been dispatched directly from Heaven? They're like the mod squad of God." Peter mentioned.

"Hmm? Really?" Ray said intrigued.

"That's quite an impressive resume." Egon nodded.

"Beats the tar out of being a ghost fighter or whatever you clowns call yourselves. Now, if you're done jawing, we've been dispatched to investigate flagrant. Recurring border violations. So, if you've got no objections, we'd like to get back to work." Requested Hoover.

"Now that you mention it, one of our partners is missing." Ray realized. "We need to find Winston."

"Why didn't you just say so, Ray?" Peter asked, ruffling his puss stained hair.

"Yeah, why didn't you?" Tara asked. "Wait, you know where Winston is?"

Turning a corner, Winston was holding hands with a nice looking lady dressed in a bikini.

He handed Tara off into Egon's arms. He picked up the little boy again.

"Hey, Winston. Sorry to rain on your magic moment." He greeted.

"Venkman?" Winston gasped.

"Great, to see you Peter! We were really worried about you." He hugged him.

"Sorry about getting split up like that, guys. I got distracted and then I couldn't find you again." Peter apologized.

"Winston, I missed you." Tara rejoiced.

"Missed you too, kiddo." He ruffled her hair.

"We weren't sure how to locate you amongst the teeming masses." Egon admitted.

"Luckily, Venkman has more uses these days than a swiss army knife." Ray included.

"C'mon, guys... you'll make me blush." He waved off.

"Oh, hey! Sorry. I'm being rude. This is Janelle. She's a dear old.. friend.. of mine." He introduced.

Tara looked her up and down, a blush rose to her cheeks.

"From what these eyes saw, I'd say she's a little more than a friend you sly-"

"What say everyone quits hugging and reuniting and get their minds on the job? This little sewing club is gonna make me hurl!" Hoover got to the point.

"I'm sorry but your manners are atrocious!" Spengler called him out.

"Can't argue that." Agreed his coworker. "But it doesn't make him wrong. We really are wasting too much time."

"Wait a minute. Who ARE these guys? And where'd the little kid come from? Peter, I thought you only had one kid." Winston questioned.

"I do have one kid." Peter assured him.

"We'll do introductions on the way, Winston." Egon settled.

"J.Edgar Hoover is right. It's way past time this bunch of ghosts did some busting." Peter added in.

"Finally, time to get our revenge." Tara smirked.

"Well, I can break rocks all day long. So, at least I've got that going for me." Peter showcased his telekinetic abilities. "I guess i'm the ultimate in dues-it-yourself ex machine. I can do pretty much anything. And you think it's because technically, my body is still alive out there Egon?" He queried.

"I think this whole power thing is getting to his head." Tara rolled her eyes.

"It's hard to ascertain with any degree of certainty. But, it seems like that you're an anomaly. I'd be surprised if you were the first, this must have happened to someone else at some point in time. In any case, it's imperative we catalog your abilities before we travel back through the pipeline." He explained.

"Umm.. I have a question." Piped the boy. "If Doctor Venkman is like a super hero while he's in here, why would he leave? I mean, what if on the other side he's just an ordinary ghost? Wouldn't that be.. bad."

"Uh, excellent questions Jiff." Egon praised him.

Tara began to worry. Was her father dead?

"From the mouths of babes." Jelly hummed.

"Don't wet yourself, Jiffy. We were gonna point that out once these rocket scientists got tired of hearing themselves yap." Hoover went.

"I'm not afraid to beat his ass." Tara clenched her fists.

"I don't think that's a good idea." Peter advised her.

"Don't kick yourselves too hard, boys. The obvious angels ARE sometimes the easiest to miss. We've all been there plenty of times... Even Mister Hoover here."

"Kind of you to say, Mr.Ness, but he's right." Ray said.

"I can't bear to lose my father." She voiced. "Not again."

Peter sent her a sympathetic look.

"You won't lose me." He promised her.

She gave him a sad smile.

"And frankly, we're just a bunch of ghosts. We really need Venkman to kick their butts. So, what do they do?" He inquired.

"Finally, you said something worth listening to." He smirked. "There's a reason the big dispatch in the precint house upstairs gave us this job, bozos. We're the best at it." He flexed. "We three we're getting it done when your daddies were just gleams in their daddies' eyes. So, sit back and listen right." He turned to Egon. "We gotta make these creeps come to us. To do that, we hit them where it hurts the most. Now where do you think it hurts the most. Now, where do you think THAT would be? And I don't mean the Frank 'N beans."

"Obviously, you're referring to the pipeline." Egon pointed out.

Tara had no idea what was going on. She just wanted to go back home. She leaned into Peter, for someone who was dead she sure was exhausted.

"It's going to be okay, Tara. We're going to get back home." Venkman assured her.

"You can read thoughts?" She asked.

"Yes." He smiled. "It's a blessing and a curse."

She laughed.

"Give the science geek a prize. We shut IT down, they got no choice. But to come sniffing around. When they do, we ("uh..." went the kid, looking around nervously.) spit it out, kid. I'm on a roll."

The ghosts from before surrounded them.

"Okay, Fred kill these bums once and for all."

"Mr. Hoover. I don't think you need to lure them.. they're already here!" Jiff exclaimed.

"Aw, shit." Tara cursed.

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Chapter 2.

Tara woke up, letting out a sharp gasp.

"Egon, she's awake."

The three surrounded her.

Her eyes widened when seeing their bullet hole wounds.

She let out a small scream, backing away from them.

"It's okay sweetie. It's us, we're not going to hurt you." Ray assured her.

Her eyes darted between the three of them.

She looked upon their wounds again. She slowly gazed down to hers. Her stomach was ripped open, it was barely a stomach any more. Well, at least she didn't feel any pain.

She looked back up at them, tears ran down her face.

"I know sweetie, I know." Ray sympathized with her.

"Come on." Egon motioned.

She crawled towards them.

Ray held his arms out for her.

She buried her face in his chest.

"Are we dead?" She asked, her voice coming off muffled.

Egon breathed out a sigh. "Unfortunately, our demise has been met." He confirmed.

The four with Tara in Ray's arms stood amongst all the other deceased.

"Let me get this straight, Ray. You're sayin' we're dead?" Winston double checked. "Because, I always pictured Heaven a little more.. soft and cloudy, I guess."

"There's the rub, Winston. We're dead but our souls most likely weren't scheduled to arrive in the afterlife for quite some time." He explained as they went down the stairs.

"Obviously, according to popular belief. We've been shunted off to purgatory." Egon stated.

"Purgatory, huh." Winston hummed.

"Think of it as a giant waiting room. An otherworldly limbo; in essence, a cosmic, karmic containment unit to house our souls." "Until, such time as we'd have been rightfully judged." Egon continued.

"I can't believe we're actually here!" Stantz gushed. "I would never have thought when I woke up this morning that by tonight we'd all be murdered and sent to purgatory! You have to admit, it's pretty wild."

"Yeah, pretty wild to be dead by thirteen. I had a whole life to look forward to, y'know?" Tara snapped.

"Exactly, what part of being dead do you not understand, Ray?!" Winston barked.

"Winston, makes a strong point, Ray. It's not like we hit the lottery here. Those ghosts set a trap for us and we strolled into it like a bunch of amateurs." He lamented.

"Biggest mistake of my entire life." She lamented.

"No sense beating ourselves up. What's done is done. (He switched Tara to the other hip.) We've been in tough spots before. Not quite this bad, sure, but if there's a way out, we'll find it, if not.. no sense crossing bridges before we have to." Ray encouraged.

Eight hours later.

"Man, that was a lot of stairs. My thighs feel like melted-" Winston cut himself short when he hit the back of his head when what felt like a bug bit him.

"Hold still, Winston!" Egon stopped him. "Ray, are you seeing this?"

Ray walked over and looked at the squished bug in the palm of Zeddemore's hand.

"It's another dead thing. Add it to the list." Little Venkman grumbled.

"Is that a mosquito? This is mind blowing!" Ray gasped.

"It.. is?" Winston said in confusion.

"How many insects get killed before their lifespan plays out?" Egon began to theorize. "It makes sense now that I think about it. It's highly probable that there are dogs and cats and all kinds of different forms of life trapped here."

Ray looked closer. "Hmm. It's definitely not faking." He made sure of.

"Put me down. You're excitement over our deaths is making me depressed." She requested.

Ray set her down.

She went to go latch onto Winston. Which was new, but he was the only one being realistic here and not excited over them being freaking dead.

Winston wrapped an arm around her, he felt bad for all that she had to go through today. She was only thirteen and had seen too much. A little too much.

"Egon, Winston (Tara shot him a look.) and Tara. The ramifications of the mosquitos 'death' pose some incredibly far-reaching questions." He began. "If it's possible for a soul to die while in purgatory, what do you suppose happens then?" He put out. "Could there be different levels to purgatory? Or what if this is all there is? What if dying twice removed one completely from the circle of life? Man! What I'd give for a copy of Tobin's Guide right about now."

"Uhh.. guys?" Tara went, looking to the group of people that were now standing in front of them.

"I think we've got company." Winston announced.

There was a younger boy who looked to be around Tara's age, an older man, an old lady, and two men who were identical twins that were attached at the hip like quite literally?

"Pardon our interruption, dears. By any chance, would you nice boys be the Ghostbusters?" Asked the old lady. "We were told to expect three of you wearing khaki flightsuits and a little girl in a shirt and jeans arriving right about now. Which one does that make you, Igor, Ray or Winston? And she is.. Tara I believe."

Tara stifled a laugh when the grandmom mistakenly called Egon Igor.

"It's Egon, not Igor." Egon corrected her. "This is Ray (he pointed to his left) Winston, and yes this is Tara (he pointed to who was standing by Winston's side.)" He properly introduced everyone. "If you don't mind my asking, what's this about? Someone told you to expect us?" He questioned.

"Come on! We could'a done this already!" The twin on the left whined. "If you blow my shot at crossing over, I swear-" The other began to say before the old lady shut them up.

"I just wanted to be sure we didn't consign the wrong ones to an eternity of oblivion."

"What do you mean by the wrong ones?" Tara asked.

"Sorry, dears. After a few months here, you could hardly blame us." She said.

"Excuse me." Ray stepped in. "Blame you for what?"

The group charged at the Ghostbusters.

"This!"

The group of ghosts were literally beating the shit out of the Ghostbusters.

The kid ghost in the blue cap was getting the shit kicked out of him by Tara.

Nobody messes with Tara.

"Nothin' personal, Igor!" Said the old lady.

"It's E-urf-Egon!" He corrected her once more.

The twins were punching Ray in the face.

The kid in the blue cap threw Tara out from under him having her face flat in the pavement.

"Ouch." She mumbled.

"The bosses figure you four are a threat to the status quo- even in here, dearie." She explained. "Try not to worry. They say oblivion is like diving into freezing cold water. It's unpleasant at first, but once you're numb, you won't mind so much."

Like that was going to make them feel better.

Now, the kid wearing the cap was on Winston's back trying to choke him.

"Madre De Dios! Sorry, Tommy!" The black ghost apologized when he accidentally punched the kid in the face instead of Winston.

He fell to the floor, sobbing for his dead mother.

Winston bopped him in the jaw, throwing him to the ground.

"Hang on, Ray!" He cried.

He ran over and slammed the twins heads against each other.

"Back off, man!" He ordered.

They dropped to the floor, moaning in pain.

"Winston, Thank God. For a second there, I could have sworn I was back in tenth grade." Ray admitted.

"You got beat up by conjoined twins in High School?" Winston inquired.

"You're telling me you didn't?" Ray said shocked. "Man, what kind of school did your parents send you to?"

"I have no-" "Rhetorical question, Winston. Come on, we better help."

Egon had his foot pressed into the old woman's back. He had Tara in his arms. The old lady had gone for Tara and he wasn't having it.

"Egon!" The guys yelled.

"Snap out of it Egon, this isn't like you at all!" Ray said pulling him away.

"Guys?" Egon said, snapping back to reality.

"Yeah, it's us. Take it, easy. It's over." Zeddemore assured him.

"Over? We'd only just started, dears. You have no idea the level of pain bearing down on you." She seethed.

"Let me at her!" Egon growled as they held him back.

"Egon, don't drop me!" Tara cried.

"Egon, no she's not worth it." Ray pleaded.

"Ray's right, man. She's just trying to rattle us. Maybe, keep us distracted until reinforcements arrive?" He guessed. "And you are also holding Tara." He reminded him.

"You're right, Winston. I lost my composure, sorry. She just kept pushing me and pushing me. I didn't want her to hurt Tara." Egon apologized. "We should go in case they're not done. We need room to figure out what exactly we've stepped into here."

They looked over seeing a crowd of people.

"Head for that crowd, we should blend in there!" He said.

In the crowd of people

"Stay together. It would be pretty easy to lose each other in here." Egon commanded.

In the midst of the crowd, they saw the familiar ghosts who beat them up not too long ago.

"Uh, oh guys." Ray directed their attention.

"This way." Egon began walking. "The deeper we go, the harder it will be to pick us out."

"We've got company, looks like the apple dumpling gang isn't done with us yet." Ray exchanged.

"All right, no problem. Just keep our heads down and stay together." Egon relaxed. "Winston can you-"

There was no sign of him.

"Winston?" Tara called for him.

"Where's Winston?" Spengler asked Stantz.

"He was right here next to me!" Ray claimed.

"Winston!" They began yelling for him.

"Winston, can you hear me?!"

Later.

They were sat up against a mountain, having given up on the search for their friend.

"Frankly, Egon, this whole affair has turned out to be a disaster." Ray said. "Being murdered and consigned to purgatory really hasn't lived up to my expectations." He vented.

Tara sniffled.

"Careful, Ray. It's been scientifically proven that negative thinking brings back negative results." Egon informed him. "Look on the bright side. At least we finally managed to lose that crazy old lady."

"...And Winston." Tara included.

"You know what else? I miss Venkman. He'd say something sarcastic and clever right about now and things wouldn't seem so bleak." Ray added.

"I miss him too." Tara teared up. "T-that ghost had the audacity to pretend to be him just so he could shoot me."

Egon wrapped his arm around the young girl, she rested her head on his shoulder.

"I have to concur, Peter does have a way of lightening the mood." He agreed with Ray.

"Poor Venkman. Who knows what even happened to him." Ray said. "In my head, I know this is the point where we've been slapped down. The odds are against us. It's time to stand up, fight back and save the day."

"But, we're dead. So, what's the point?" She shrugged.

"I hate to admit it, but I know how you feel. How you both feel." Egon confessed.

He then looked up to see a group of ghosts with a group of very familiar ghosts.

"Shit. Just when I hypothesized this day couldn't get worse.." He sighed.

"Why can't they just leave us alone?!" Tara whined.

"You're only making this harder on yourselves, dears. Why fight the inevitable?" Asked the lady.

"Could someone please explain to me what the deal is with this old lady?" Ray requested.

The three quickly jumped up and began to run for it just as the ghosts came after them.

"No more messing around, get them!" She demanded.

They began to climb up the mountain. They had no choice.

"This way, Ray!" Egon motioned. "Clearly, this is one of those times where discretion trumps valor."

"This has got to be karma! Egon, we have must have killed her dog in another life or something." Ray guessed.

"Or we killed her?" Tara put out.

"I don't know. She said something earlier about her bosses thinking we're dangerous." Egon recollected. "More likely, for whatever reason, there's a bounty on our heads."

"Yes, thirteen and being wanted for something I have no idea what I did. Such a great milestone for me, isn't it?" Tara asked herself.

"Well, that takes care of that dears."

"What the hell is she on about?" Asked little Venkman.

"They're conceding defeat! We did it, Ray!" Egon proclaimed.

"Ha! Next time, we'll be ready for-"

Standing before them was a big red monster.

"Well, here we go dying again!" Tara cried.

"The borders shall not be breached!" growled the monster.

"-eep!" Squeaked Ray.

"The first rule has been broken. You will be punished!" It jumped towards them.

It pinned them to the ground, salivating at them.

"Egon, this thing is amazing. Someone, find me a camera!" Ray requested.

"Are you kidding me, Ray?! This isn't exactly a good moment to ask for a camera!" Tara snapped.

"Excuse me."

"Pardon me."

"Coming through here."

"I can't move, Ray. I think this might be it." Egon told him.

"Yep. Death #2 can't wait." Tara said sarcastically.

"Negative thoughts bring negative results, Egon and Tara. Remember?" Ray reminded him.

"Back off, beastly. These are my family you're about to devour!" Came a familiar voice.

A hand came forward tugging out the tongue of the beast.

The three stood up, their eyes widened.

"P-P-P" Egon struggled to say.

"Ok. Safe to say that's about nine different kinds of gross." Ray commented.

Tara's eyes welled up with tears.

"Daddy?" She said, hoping it was him.

"You really must be really confused right about now. I know I was when I first got here. Who wants to know what's going on?" Peter offered.

Tara smiled.

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seeing with new eyes | egon spengler x reader

author’s note: so hi! this is my first little story i’m posting on here, very exciting stuff! i love love love requests so feel free to hit me with them :) i’m planning on putting together more of a comprehensive list of what i write for and such, but for now, ghostbusters fanfic

warnings: purposeful lowercase, jealousy, distant egon, flirting to make someone jealous, possibly ooc (it’s the first time in writing for ghostbusters), lmk if you guys see any i missed

it had only been a few weeks that i had been working with the ghostbusters to help janine take calls and make appointments, and thus far, they were the most exciting few weeks of my life.

i could hardly remember what my day-to-day was like before i scored my job at the fire station. coming in every day at eight to help janine schedule appointments, starting the coffee brewing for the boys, making sure the proton packs were ready for the specters they would face that day. it was all a routine that flowed so well it was practically second nature.

i even fit in well with janine and the ghostbusters themselves. well, almost all of them anyway.

there was ray, with his kind eyes and bright smile, who had immediately gone out of his way to welcome me to the station. he gave me the tour, teaching me all the little tricks along the way- “if you ever have business around here later at night, that stair kinda creaks—peter hasn’t gotten around to getting it fixed yet, you know how that is,” -and always made sure to keep me in the loop regarding information that referred to before i was hired. ray was easy to joke with and fun to share a snack with on our lunch break.

then, of course, winston. he understood better than anyone else what it felt like to join the gang a little later and made sure i knew he was always available to chat with. while spending time with him i learned more of the practical parts of hunting ghouls, “just in case!” he always said. winston was also one to not sugarcoat things and had pulled me aside after my interview to kindly but seriously caution me as to what the job entailed. i cherished the time we spent walking to the local sub shop and fixing up the ecto-1 together.

peter was an unavoidable presence around the station, although not an unwelcome one. the whole flirtatious douchebag bit he had going was a lot less obnoxious once i got to know the snarky but sweet man that laid behind it. peter was truly devoted to dana and seeing them together put a smile on face; this was due in part to how nice it was to see the two in love, but also because it gave me ammunition to make fun of him with. we playfully messed with each other often, switching between several of our running jokes in the same conversation—much to the confusion of the others.

and finally. the ghostbuster that seemed none too fond of me at all: egon. i admired him greatly for all of the things he’d invented while discovering more scientific information about ghosts than anyone in the field before him. and, sure, maybe i also admired the way his hair fell into his face when he was examining a new specimen and the way his eyes lit up as he jotted new findings down into the various notebooks he had scattered about. but that’s not very relevant. at least, that’s what i try to tell myself and janine. but after my first week working here, our interactions had been extremely limited.

———

while on my tour from ray, we wandered down to the lab. “this is the spot egon frequents, so if you ever need to find him, this is the best place to look.” ray informs me in a quiet undertone. the stark contrast in the boisterous way he’d been speaking upstairs sobered me. suddenly this whole operation felt much more serious-more real, even. we continued further into the room from the staircase to find egon bent over a microscope.

“egon!” ray greets with a slap on his friend’s shoulder. “ray.” egon mumbles back distractedly. his brows furrow as he adjusts the magnification on the equipment, before moving back and shaking his head.

“hard at work figuring out the molecular breakdown of that goo?” i ask, testing a joke to gage just how professional egon truly was.

while ray smiles, egon merely stares. he seems to be at a loss for words as he considers me and before i can apologize, he rushes out, “yes, actually. we got this when peter got, well, ‘slimed,’ we’ll call it. figuring out it’s exact components could help leaps and bounds in figuring out how exactly these specters manifest and what we can do to stop the influx new york has had thrust upon it.”

“oh! so this is definitely some, uh, important ectoplasm then. i have to admit, i don’t know much on the science side of all of this. would you mind if i borrowed your notes sometime?” i asked, shifting my feet. while it was slightly painful for me to have to ask egon for help understanding, i figured, who better than the brains of the bunch? if i was going to be working here for the foreseeable future, it would be good to have a deeper understanding of the creatures i’d be (indirectly) dealing with.

again, egon hit me with that look, as though he’s never seen something like me before. after an awkwardly long beat of silence, ray nudged egon with his elbow. egon suddenly sprung back to life, quickly maneuvering himself off of his stool and to a desk on the other side of the lab. he grabbed a stapled packet of paper and arrived in front of me, offering it to me with a fully extended arm. “it’s a thesis of sorts, you can read it before i submit it to the new york times.” egon says after i take it, tucking it gingerly into my bag.

i expressed my appreciation and shook his still outstretched hand, introducing myself despite the fact that janine told me she had already told all the guys about me. egon shot me a tight smile, and sensing rather than guessing that he wanted to get back to his ectoplasm, ray moved forward to continue my tour.

three days later, i ventured down to the lab on my own to return egon’s thesis. despite his occasionally overly scientific language, the paper had been a good read. i told him as much when i handed him the papers, making my best attempt at ignoring the flutter in my heart when our fingers brushed. “you thought so? it’s good to hear, peter was saying it may be too advanced for ‘normal people,’” at this point, he did air-quotes with his fingers and i tried my hardest not to be endeared by it. “i think he was just messing with me, ray agreed with me that it was a good middle ground of being too academic and too simple.”

with a jolt, i realized his dark eyes were directed to me for my opinion. “definitely! anything that was kind of complicated, you can deduce through the context. and from what i can tell, peter is always messing with everyone, i wouldn’t take his critiques too seriously.” i reassured, a broad smile on my face as i did so. egon opened his mouth to respond when the siren blared, signaling the beginning of a new case and then end to our conversation.

“well, i’ll catch you later! maybe you can brief me on your goo findings.” i added a wink at the end, trying to get a bit more friendly with the doctor. he stumbled his way through a goodbye before leaving the lab-not seeming to realize that he had his suit down here.

———

since that day, it seemed like egon was avoiding me. i wasn’t sure what i had done wrong. maybe the way i joked about his work? but no, he’d seemed fine when i did that before. the fact that i’d read his thesis? then again, egon had been the one to offer it to me.

i took my concerns to ray, where they were promptly overheard by peter.

“don’t worry your pretty little head about it, newbie. egon gets freaked about my jokes all the time and we still put up with each other!” he said bracingly, shaking my shoulders to make his point.

ray looked as though he wanted to interject, but winston called him from downstairs. he grinned apologetically and slid down the pole to see why his friend was calling him. before long, peter and i were sharing the left over lo mein on the table and discussing golden girls (a guilty pleasure of his.)

egon entered midway through this conversation without even glancing our way. he began to brew a new pot of coffee with his eyes fixed sternly on the machine. i felt a frown tug at my lips before i was able to pull myself away from analyzing this behavior and back to peter’s reasoning about how sophia was the best character. something was different though, i noted as peter scooted his chair closer to mine. my mind switched rapidly between peter’s sudden flirtatious behavior as he hooked his foot around mine to egon’s tense shoulders and white-knuckle grip on the cabinet.

“what do you think?” peter’s voice drew my eyes to him as i tried (and failed) to not notice egon in my peripheral. “about sophia.” he prompted again.

“oh, well i guess i would agree with you-” i began, before peter whooped excitedly.

“yes! i knew there was a reason i liked you!” he proclaimed, snatching my hand up and pressing a dramatic kiss to it. i raised my eyebrows at his prolonged eye contact before drawing my hand away with a chuckle.

“peter, we both know you only like me for my pretty face.” i joked. “well, it certainly doesn’t hurt.” he fired back quickly. suddenly egon snatched the whole pot of coffe, turning swiftly on his heel and closing the door harshly on his way out. “sheesh. looks like someone’s a tad jealous. you know, for egon being the scientist here, i’d sure love to study his brain. not for his supposed genius either.” peter scoffed good-naturedly.

i blinked at him in shock. “jealous? egon? no way.” i denied easily. the guy was extremely pragmatic and intelligent, i doubted he would let something so petty effect him. that and he’s completely avoided me the past couple weeks.

“watch, i’ll show you.” peter insisted. i stared at him before finally relenting with a roll of my eyes. “what’s in it for you anyway?” i asked. “well, an opportunity to bother egon, not to mention flirt with a beautiful lady-” i cut him off quickly, “goodbye peter!”

and so peter’s plan commenced. he flirted with me to apparently make egon jealous, despite the fact that i was sure egon despised me. when i told ray how ridiculous i felt this whole charade was, he agreed but chimed in with something that shook me. “although, if this is what it takes to get egon to make a move, i guess it’ll be worth it.”

i spluttered in shock. “what? it’s true! me and the other guys are sick of him being too skittish to do anything but stare at you.” ray continued as if he hasn’t just flipped my world upside down.

before i could retort, the door swung open and egon, the man of the hour, entered. ray quickly switched the topic to our shared favorite snack, cheez-itz. i stared incredulously at the choice in conversation but he gave me a look back that said ‘just go with it.’ we continued talking about cheez-itz until he left the room. “that was ridiculous.” i mumbled, putting my head down on my arms. ray patted my shoulder sympathetically, unable to reassure me because it really had been.

the following day, there was a new box of cheez-itz on my desk. i stopped a couple of feet away to examine the scene. “what’s the matter with you? you’re blocking the space.” janine said as she steered me to my desk. i silently pointed at the box.

“oh. huh.” she said, apparently also stumped. “wasn’t there yesterday.” i mumbled. she hummed as she took in the scene, before we flinched in shock as ray roughly opened the door. “(y/n)— oh, did you get more cheez-itz?” he asked reaching for the box.

“no, i guess someone… got them for me.” i concluded with a smile. ray handed them over with a shrug. “wasn’t me.” him and janine chorused. i shook my head. that much had been obvious. i sank into my chair as i tried to figure out who would gift these to me, when peter strolled in.

“venkman! what is this, some sort of courting gift?” i asked with a raised brow. “courting g—what are you talking about?” peter replied in bewilderment. i held up the cheez-itz in answer. “ah, no. not from me anyway. also you’re gonna have a visitor soon—” before he could finish speaking, egon hurriedly enters the room with winston trailing behind him.

“so there’s a party and no one invited me? real cold.” winston joked, coming to stand next to ray at my desk. before any of us could retort, egon turns to me and clears his throat.

“could i talk to you, (y/n)?” he asks, eyes shifting from me to the rest of the room.

i blinked in surprise. what was with these guys and catching me off guard today? “um, sure!” i replied, standing up so quickly that my chair rolled back. egon nodded appreciatively and walked back out into the stairwell. with a nervous glance at janine and the guys, i followed.

i shut the door behind me, finding egon standing tensely in the hallway. “are you alright?” i asked gently. he looked at me contemplatively before asking, “did you know peter is attracted to you?”

my eyebrows raised in shock. egon took this to mean no and continued. “that’s the reason he’s asked you out to dinner. he wants it to be a date.” he stared at me as he waited for my response. “oh. huh.” i said intelligently. i hadn’t been informed of this plan. i guess peter may have just started saying whatever he could to make egon jealous. i refocused when i saw egon take a deep breath in.

“do you want it to be a date?” his voice was strained. “um, i’m not sure. i guess i’d have to think about it.” i trailed off uncertainly. egon’s gaze lingered on my fidgeting hands before he burst out, “(y/n), i’d like to tell you something before you consider this date with peter. i… i have feelings for you.”

my mouth parted as i stared at him in complete shock. sure, i’d been told that egon liked me. peter had even started this whole scheme to prove it. but i never really thought it was possible. now though…

“well. this definitely changes things.” i mumbled, my mind going a thousand miles a minute. egon seemed uneasy and maybe regretful. “i-i’m sorry if i’ve ruined things—”

“you haven’t.” i replied firmly. i stepped closer and took his hand in mine. egon’s dark eyes searched mine before he slowly leaned in, bringing the hand not holding mine to rest against my collar bone and play with my hair. a smile involuntarily curled my lips up until i couldn’t contain myself anymore. swiftly, my hand caught his tie and i pulled him to me until our lips pressed together.

egon’s hand moved from mine up to my back and he pressed me closer to him, deepening the kiss with the new angle. i brought my other arm around his shoulders to keep my balance. he was a bit taller than me, and kissing him had me on my tip toes.

“does this mean we aren’t going out this weekend?” venkman’s pouty voice broke me and egon apart. his grip on my waist tightened slightly. “the jig is up peter. you can go crawling back to dana now.” i snickered. “yeah, well, sacrifices needed to be made. she’s been waiting on you two to get together longer than me.” peter replied with an overly dramatic roll of his eyes. he exited with a ‘you’re welcome!’ called over his shoulder. loud cheers erupted after he entered the room again.

“going off all the noise, i guess everyone knows we’re together now.” i hummed, turning to look back at egon. he stood with a puzzled furrow between his brows. “so all of the flirting peter’s been doing, it was all to make me jealous?” he asked. “yeah, he said there was no way you’d confess otherwise.”

at egon’s scoff, i raised an eyebrow. “well, would you have? confessed?” i inquired with a grin. his silence was answer enough. i began to giggle while egon merely shook his head and pulled me closer. “maybe venkman’s smarter than we all think.” he mumbled into my hair. i only laughed harder at this, clutching egon’s shoulders.

“so, wait—” i said, pulling away so that i could see egon. “the cheez-itz, were those you?” i asked in wonder. egon ducked his head, smiling bashfully. i gasped dramatically. “look at you being all romantic with the secret admirer stuff!”

egon moved closer once more, pressing another gentle kiss to my lips. “well, it’s not so secret anymore.” he whispered, before i pulled him in once more. at least now i knew that egon definitely didn’t dislike me.

tags! @maraudermap000

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Chapter 1.

1985

"Excuse me, we're here to see a man about a ghost!"

The Ghostbusters were called into work as per usual one evening. They had brought Tara along, one because she wouldn't stop pestering them about it and two because she was a Ghostbuster in training.

They all looked in shock to see that there were a party of ghosts here. Not, something they were used to.

"Gosh, fellas. I don't think they're happy to see us." Peter commented.

"Easy, Venkman there's a lot of them." Egon warned.

"I'll say! I don't think I've ever seen this many ghosts in the same place at the same time." Ray said, stunned.

"Maybe, it's like a ghost convention?" Winston guessed.

"Or a séance?" Tara put in.

"A séance? They're all dead." Peter said.

"Not that it matters. We got plenty of room for everyone." Winston said as he and Ray threw out the traps.

"It's..It's.." One ghost stammered.

"The.. The.." Another ghost stammered.

"Go ahead, guys say it. It'll help you feel better, really." Peter encouraged before he shot at them with his proton gun.

"The Ghostbusters!" The two ghosts finally said as they were sucked into the traps.

"Hard way it is." Said the main looking mafia boss ghost.

Tara's nose bled. She let out a small moan, when a wave of pain shot through her entire body.

Egon sent her a worried look. He knew it wasn't a good idea to take her with them.

In the corner of Peter's eye, he saw the mafia ghost head straight for him.

"Uh, guys? Little he-" He was cut off by the mafia boss taking possession of his body.

Expect, this time. Peter had a literal out of body experience, he was a ghost this time but without being actually dead.

"Daddy!" Tara shouted.

"All right, now here's how this goes!" Fake Peter said. "Yer pal here belongs to me now. That makes Johnny on Da spot."

"Venkman?" Egon exclaimed.

"Dad?" Tara whimpered.

"I don't believe it! I think we're witnessing a case of otherworldly poesssion." Ray said, sounding excited.

"Gee, Ray. Try not to look so worried." Ghost Peter said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Tara couldn't see her father, but she could sense him. She felt a little better knowing he was somewhat still here with them.

"Peter, can you hear me? Are you in there?" Egon spoke into the PKE meter in front of the possessed Peter.

"Get that tinker toy outta my mug!" The ghost slapped Egon across the face. "Like I said, I'm the boss now so put yer little pop guns down. Otherwise, yer friend and I are takin a little jump out the nearest window." He threatened.

"You wouldn't dare." Little Venkman growled.

"Oh, I would doll. I would." He smirked.

"Leave her alone." Real Ghost Peter hissed. "And could you guys hurry it up? This is getting just a little trippy. I feel I should be singing Ina-Godda-Da-Vida or something." He pleaded.

"Egon, this is serious stuff." Ray stated.

"According to Benedict's guide to possession and exorcism-" "I read that chapter, Ray. A soul forcibly displaced from its living host-" "Must quickly regain itself lest it be lost forever to the dark void of despair."

Tara gulped.

"None of this is good, is it?" She asked them.

"No. Most certainly not." Egon confirmed.

She gulped again.

"Hey, all that studying paid off, Doctor Zeddemore!" Ray praised him.

"What is it you want with my dad?" Tara turned their attention back onto the ghost.

He ignored her.

"You got any of my crew in them traps of yours, I want 'em sprung." He ordered.

"Come on, fellas! Time to make the donuts!" Peter stressed.

Peter's soul started to deteriorate.

"Act fast. Yer friend don't have much time left. (Tara's eyes widened.) I can hear him, Y'know. He's screamin' like a little girl." He claimed.

"That's a total lie! Everyone knows I sound like a big girl when I.."

*blip*

And Real Peter was gone. To, God knows where..

Tara could no longer sense her father's presence and that worried her the most.

"Daddy?" She whimpered.

She felt lightheaded.

"He's got us over a barrel. For Venkman's sake, we better do what he says." Ray settled.

Tara nodded, agreeing with him.

"I'll open the traps." Egon offered.

"Hold up. I've got a better idea." Winston said, rolling up his sleeves.

He stepped over to him.

"Sorry, Peter, It's for your own good." He said as he popped him in the jaw.

He fell to the floor, unconscious.

"Get your proton packs ready." Winston directed. "Thanks to Venkman's glass jaw, this jerk's got nowhere to go but out."

"Nice work, Winston! A Little excessive but still.." Ray complimented him.

Tara stared at her father with tears in her eyes.

This one really hurt.

Like, really bad.

The ghost flew out of Peter's body.

They shot at him with their netruona wands, Tara stood in the front. Determined to get the first shot, in honor of her father.

"You creeps don't know who yer missing with!" Claimed the ghost.

He fell off the building.

"Dammit!" Winston huffed.

"But yer gonna learn!" He yelled before disappearing.

Once everything had gone quiet, Tara ran to Peter's side.

Blood from Winston's hit remained on the side of his mouth. His eyes were wide open, but Tara saw no life to them.

A fresh set of tears ran down her face just as Egon went to go check on Peter himself.

"He got away. How's Venkman?" Zeddemore reported.

"He's alive but other than that-" He paused taking another look at Peter's state. "I can't believe I'm saying this but... I don't know."

Twenty Minutes Later.

They made it back to the firehouse.

Ray and Winston helped get Peter's body out of the ECTO.

"Easy, Ray, go slow." Spengler advised him.

"Sorry, sorry. It's all dead weight, he's heavier than he looks." Ray said.

Tara winced. "Dead?" She stuttered out.

"Well, I wouldn't say dead exactly." Egon corrected him.

"Sorry, sweetie. Poor choice of words." Stantz apologized.

Tara nodded, she looked down.

"He's still breathing." Egon confirmed. "But Venkman's RK variances are completely flatlined. It's like he's somehow.. empty."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Ray asked him.

"I-oof- (They placed Peter in Egon's arms.) Need to compile more data before we can be sure of anything. Come on, let's get him inside."

Tara was upstairs with Egon, checking on Peter.

He had electrodes stuck all over his body and a headpiece to check his brainwaves on his head.

It was now midnight and there had been no change to Peter's current state.

Every twenty minutes, Tara would get up to check her father's pulse. Luckily, he still had one so she didn't have to worry any further about being an orphan.

She laid her head on Peter's shoulder, she wanted nothing more than her father's snarky comments right about now.

And his head rubs, he always gave the best head rubs.

She sniffled.

This was all taking a toll on her.

"Egon? Tara? You two awake?" Winston came into the room. "Wanted to let you know, I stored the ones we caught below. Four in total, the rest got away." He informed. "Peter hanging tough?"

"Great. Thank you, Winston." Egon said.

He leaned over and forced open one of his eyelids to check if the pupils were dilated at all.

"Ray's at the library, doing some research. We'll know more when he gets back. There's pizza in the kitchen, if you're hungry." He went.

"I'll pass, my stomach feels like a lead balloon right now." Winston declined.

"Tara, I recommend you get some rest." Egon turned to her.

"I-I can't. Not without my dad. I just want him to be okay." She begged.

Egon knew not to argue with her any further. This was rough for her. They didn't know if he was dead or alive, his soul was out there somewhere and there was no way they knew where it could be. So, he knew bed simply wasn't the best option for her. At least not right now.

"How about if we shake him really hard? Maybe, he'd snap out of it?" He suggested.

"Not a bad idea, Winston. But the problem is, I don't think he's here to snap out of anything." He claimed.

Winston took a seat in the empty chair next to Egon.

"It goes back to that quotation from Benedict's guide that Ray mentioned. Venkman's soul was displaced." Egon started. "Without his body anchoring him to our physical world, his spirit must have been pulled somewhere else." He ruled out.

"That's a relief. Deep down, I was worried I hit him too hard." He sighed of relief.

Spengler shown a light into Pete's mouth.

"I don't think King Kong could hit him that hard, Winston." He was certain of. "Hmm. Remind me to tell Venkman he needs to floss more." He asked of either of them.

"So... This "Dark Void of Despair." You figure, that's where his spirit disappeared to, then?" He changed the subject.

Egon took off his glasses as he went into thought. "I hope not. The Dark Void of Despair doesn't sound like any kind of place, I'd like to visit."

"I'd rather visit my birth source than have my soul be trapped in the dark void." Tara cracked a joke.

The Dusk Before Dawn.

Tara, Winston, and Ray were all sat at the table finishing up some pizza.

"Huh. Guess I was hungry after all. Anyone else feeling guilty eating while Venkman.. is.. You know?" Winston asked.

"Thanks for the reminder." Tara said solemnly.

"We've got to keep our strength up. We've got a long road ahead of us if we're going to figure this out." Egon responded.

"Oh! One more thing I learned." Ray remembered.

He grabbed a book off the pile of ones he got from the library. A soda on top fell, spilling its contents.

Usually, Tara would laugh at this encounter but she had nothing in her to emit any positive emotions.

It was like the mafia ghost took her emotions too when he took control of her father's body.

"Easy, Ray. Those tomes are priceless. I'm amazed you even got them out of the library." Spengler advised his friend.

"Yeah, yeah, I hear you. I saw something about this whole "Dark Domain Of Despair." Thing." He recalled. "Where is it, where is it, where.." He skimmed through the pages. "There!" He cried.

The page was of a picture of a strange looking planet with fire surrounding it along with a blue sky and clouds. It was a very strange image..

Tara's brows furrowed in confusion.

"Dark Void of Despair."" Egon read off. "Great work, Ray! It all makes perfect, sense." He praised him.

Ray got up from out of his chair.

"Purgatory, Winston! Venkman's body is still alive but his spirit has been forced out, regulated to the otherworldly realm of-"

He stopped mid sentence when they spotted Peter walk down the stairs and go into the dining room.

"Daddy?" Tara got up from her chair.

"Peter!" Ray exclaimed. "Venkman, You're all right. This is fantastic news!" He rejoiced.

"Yeah, man, we were starting to get-"

Blood ran down her nose.

"That's not dad." She stammered, watching him snatch a slice of pizza and walk on by them.

"Venkman?"

"Something is very wrong here." Egon confirmed as they watched him drop the pizza.

He got on his knees, reaching for his pizza. Once, he retrieved the pie, he got on up and slid down the pole.

"Dad, would've said something by now. Something cocky." Tara was sure of.

"You're right, Tara. He would've." Egon agreed with her.

They went over to the pole.

"That book you found, Ray, did it say anything about this?" Winston questioned.

"Unfortunately, not. I think soulless bodies sleepwalking through the night are covered in volume two." He answered him.

They each slid down the pole.

They watched Peter open the door to the firehouse, where they saw spirits standing outside waiting for him.

"Hurry! We can't let him outside in this condition. Who knows what kind of trouble he could find!" Egon rushed.

"Peter?" Ray called for him as they followed him out the doors.

The sky was an unusual blood red.

Tara gasped when she saw her dad or fake dad standing with an army of ghosts. His eyes glowed red, the same shade as the sky.

"What'd I tell you chuckleheads? Didn't I say you were going to learn?" He asked. "Class is now in session."

Little Venkman's eyes widened when seeing all of the ghosts wielding guns.

"Nice and slow. They may be ghosts but those guns look like the real thing." Spengler directed.

"Poltergeists. Damn their ability to interact with the real world!" Stantz swore.

The army of ghosts crowded around them in a big circle. There was no way out of this one.

Tara held onto Egon for dear life.

"Whatever happened to "I ain't afraid of no ghosts" boys? 'Cuz you all like you're about to wet your pants." He mocked.

"This is bad." Egon stated the obvious.

"No, shit." Tara whimpered.

"I'll distract them. You guys get inside and grab the gear. Move on three." Winston whispered. "One, two.."

He went to go tackle down the fake Peter until the ghosts fired their guns at him. Throwing him to the floor.

He had four bullet holes in his chest and stomach.

"WINSTON!" She screamed.

"Try not to move, Winston. You're going to be okay!" Egon assured him.

Tara felt like throwing up. She never thought once, she'd be seeing one of her family members be shot. Especially, when it was proven ghosts were incapable of hurting mortals..

"..Thought this job.. was supposed to.. be.." His breathing staggered as he uttered out his last word. "..fun.."

Tara felt her blood run cold. His breathing stopped. He was no longer breathing.

He was no longer living.

"Winston? Winston?!" Ray yelled.

Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Winston?" She whispered out.

Ray turned to the fake Peter, anger seeping through him.

"You killed Winston!" He seethed.

Egon held him back.

"Ray, no!" He struggled.

The fake Peter smirked.

He turned Ray around, having him face him.

"First Venkman, then Winston. These creeps are going to pay for this, Egon!" He growled.

"We'll get them, Ray, I promise. But right now, they're holding all the cards. All we can do is play along." He calmly explained to him.

They turned back around. Mafia ghost's ghost army stood with him now with their guns cocked at the boys.

"What is it you want?" Egon asked him.

"I want world peace. Why? You gonna give it to me?" He teased. "Should'a stuck to Tooth fairies like Gozer, Instead'a sticking your noses in our business. Plenty of room in the pool for everyone 'till you went and screwed it up." He turned to his team. "Boys?"

Egon's eyes widened.

He quickly pulled Tara out of the way before they started firing their weapons at them.

They dropped to the floor, now laying in a pool of their blood next to Winston's body.

Tara's bottom lip trembled.

Was this really reality?

No, it couldn't have been.

This was a dream. A really bad dream. She would wake up any minute now and her family would be fine.

The boys would all be fine.

"This ain't no dream, little girl."

She let out a bloodcurdling scream.

She fell to her knees, tugging at her blonde curls now drenched in the sudden downpour.

"Tara."

Her screams became quiet when she heard a familiar voice.

"Shh, it's okay, I've got you. Daddy's got you."

She felt arms wrap around her and pull her up into their own arms.

"Daddy.." She said in between sobs.

Suddenly, she felt the cold muzzle of a gun being held up against her stomach.

"You really are just a dumb little girl."

The gun went off.

She let out another bloodcurdling scream.

The ghost cackled evilly as it threw her over into the pile of her dead family.

She latched onto Egon as the blood from her stomach poured out onto him.

She sobbed into the crook of his neck as the ghost army started to shoot at her.

Soon, enough she was dead too.

This was game over.

Or was it?

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Ghostbusters Reborn. Short story :)

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Chapter 18

february 4th, 1985.

the girls had spent the night at some crappy motel near by the diner. tara was the first to wake up, which was something new for her. she always was the one to wake up last.

she got out of bed, going over into the kitchen to check the time.

once doing so, her eyes widened when reading that it was six in the morning.

"oh, god." she mumbled.

she ran her fingers through her hair.

she attempted to go back to sleep. but, all the girls snored so attempting to fall asleep with a choir of snorers was rather difficult.

tara huffed, giving up on the whole sleeping thing.

she wanted to call janine back.

after getting dressed, she headed for the door.

"what are you doing up?"

tara turned in the direction of the voice. it was amanda. of course it was amanda. the one person she didn't want up.

"out. for a walk." tara replied.

amanda scoffed. "you really are desperate."

"what do you mean?" tara asked.

amanda sat up. "you're not ruining our trip."

tara was more confused by that statement.

"what the hell are you talking about?!" she whisper-yelled.

"i know what you're doing. you want to go home." amanda said, getting out of bed.

"so?" tara questioned.

"we planned this for you to get away."

tara wanted to laugh. she knew that was a lie. their reasoning behind this road trip was to go clubbing. they even told her that yesterday..

"and you want to take a thirteen year old out clubbing?" tara questioned.

amanda rolled her eyes.

tara slumped in the passenger side, trying her best to look miserable.

"wipe the pout off your face. it's not attractive." shelly commented.

tara scoffed. she could care less about how she looked. she wanted to go home. that's all she cared about.

the other girls hopped in after packing up their things and now they were back on the road.

on their way to florida.

shelly, who was driving kept going through the different radio stations. she couldn't find anything she liked.

just as she changed it to a different channel. tara heard a beatles song playing.

she stopped her from changing it again by placing her hand on hers.

shelly gave her a look.

"keep it." she ordered.

shelly rolled her eyes and put her hand back on the wheel.

tara turned up the song and leaned in her seat.

the beatles was ray's favorite band.

she closed her eyes as she listened to get back.

it felt like she was home again.

jamming out to the beatles with ray before peter came in and ruined it by pretending to be one of the beatles.

it brought a smile to her face.

the memory was cut short by someone changing the station.

tara opened her eyes, looking for the culprit.

"i hate that song." amanda scoffed.

of course it was her.

tara glared at her, before slumping back down in her seat and closing her eyes again.

she really was starting not to like amanda.

it was now night time. when the girls stopped at a small night club in the middle of nowhere.

"how long is it going to take us to get florida?" tara complained as they exited the car.

"do you always have to complain?" amanda asked.

"it's a free country, i can do what i want." she sassed.

amanda rolled her eyes and followed her friends into the club.

tara slowly followed.

"ID." the bouncer said.

the girls showed their fake IDS to the bouncer.

amanda turned to tara who was the only one who hadn't showed the bouncer hers yet.

tara huffed. she had forgotten hers.

it was in her night stand at the firehouse.

"i-i forgot mine." she stammered, all of a sudden feeling nervous.

amanda looked enraged.

shelly and lesley were making their way into the club. shelly popped her head out the door when noticing amanda wasn't coming with.

"amanda, aren't you coming?" shelly asked her.

amanda turned to her. "yeah, just a minute." she told her.

'oh, god she's mad.' tara thought.

shelly nodded and slipped back in.

amanda grabbed tara by the arm and dragged her out to where their car was.

"so, you're telling me you left your ID?!" amanda questioned.

"yeah, i'm sorry i wasn't thinking.." "clearly!" amanda snapped, cutting her off.

tara started to feel anxious. like a panic attack was coming on.

"our only reason for this road trip was to go clubbing! and yet you didn't even bring your ID with you!" she thundered.

"amanda, i'm sorry. i didn't mean to forget." tara explained to her.

"you don't mean anything you do!" the brunette spat.

"why are you being so rude?" tara asked.

"because you're a dumbass. a childish dumbass who is constantly calling for daddy and his friends to come pick her up, who is scared of drinking alcohol and won't stop crying about getting raped. get over it and grow up!" amanda raged.

"you know what, amanda. you suck. you're not a good friend. taking me out to clubs and forcing a minor, me (she pointed to herself) to get drunk even though you know i have told you no multiple times. you can't take no for an answer, can you? whenever someone tells you no, you can't help but throw a hissy fit about it. amanda, you were really nice at first. but, after you showed your true colors you really are a fucking bitch." tara got in her face, glaring daggers at her.

amanda pushed her. "get. out." she sneered.

"give me the keys then, i'll get my stuff and you'll never have to see me again." tara told her.

amanda turned around and stomped off.

while, amanda was gone. tara took the time to process everything that had happened.

amanda really was a bitch. tara knew that. dad knew that way before she did.

"damn, my dad was right." tara came to realize. "damn, my dad was right." she cringed.

"here, get your stuff and leave!" amanda said, throwing her the keys.

"okay, bye." tara waved when catching the keys.

amanda glared at her before going back into the club.

tara laughed. "if i could drive, i would take their car with me." she said to herself.

after getting her stuff. she soon came to realize where the hell would she go.

she didn't know where she was. she had no idea where there would be a bus station and if they even picked people up at this hour.

damn, she was screwed.

after hours of crying and looking for a bus station.

she finally came across one.

god, she was a mess.

she sat down on the bench and hoped she wouldn't get murdered.

she didn't care how long she had to wait for the bus. her main priority was to get home. that's all that mattered.

tara woke up to the sound of a bus pulling up. she quickly woke herself up, she was finally going to go home.

she grabbed her bag and got onto the bus.

"where to?"

"new york city, 14 north more street tribeca." tara told the bus driver.

"25 cents."

tara started to panic. she didn't bring any money with her. she was so stupid.

"i didn't bring any change with me. i'm really sorry. but i need to get home." tara begged.

the bus driver gave her a once over and sighed.

"you look pretty young to be out by yourself." the driver stated.

"y-yeah, i'm thirteen. my "friends" dragged me out here and they also left me out here." she briefly explained.

"okay. i usually don't do this, but you don't have to pay. get on."

tara smiled. "thank you." she said, before going off to find a seat.

she couldn't help but smile. she really was going home.

a few hours later. the bus stopped not too far from the firehouse.

"is this a good place to stop?" asked the bus driver.

tara got up and took a look. she nodded.

"i know where to go from here." she confirmed.

"okay, good." the bus driver.

before tara got off, she looked back at the driver. "thank you. i really appreciate you helping me."

"anytime. now, get home."

tara smiled and nodded.

she ran as fast as she could.

she never thought she could run so fast. but, she did.

by the time she got to the firehouse. she was out of breath. but there was no time to waste, she wanted to see her family.

she pushed open the door and stepped inside.

she slowly made her way in.

she saw janine at her desk and two of the boys in the kitchen.

ray and egon.

egon spotted her right away.

he stood up and sped walked over to her with ray following.

janine looked up from her magazine.

"oh, tara you're home!" she sighed of relief.

tara locked eyes with egon once he was standing in front of her.

her eyes welled up with tears.

"i'm sorry." she told him. "i really am sorry."

he nodded. "i know."

he pulled her into his arms.

it felt great to be held by egon again.

ray couldn't contain himself. he really missed her. he didn't care if it was only two days, it was two days too long without the girl.

he pushed himself through, having egon be pushed off to the side.

he pulled tara into his arms, never wanting to let go.

winston soon came downstairs.

he was also relieved to see tara back.

he joined in on the hug.

ray motioned for egon to join.

egon wasn't big on group hugs. they were just too weird for him.

but nonetheless, he joined in.

with janine coming in to join with them.

"ahem."

they all removed themselves from the hug, when turning to the source of the voice.

peter.

he eyed tara.

tara knew right away, he was mad.

"as cute as this all is." he motioned. "i need her (he pointed to tara) upstairs with me. now."

tara nodded and stepped forward.

he was mad.

they went upstairs together. leaving the others hoping and praying he wouldn't scream at tara for something her "friends" made her do.

once, they got upstairs.

tara furrowed her brows, waiting for him to start yelling expect that never came.

"don't ever do that again." he told her, calmly.

tara heaved out a breath. relieved, she wasn't being yelled at.

"yes, i promise." she assured him. "and i'm sorry. also.. you were right."

peter was taken a back. right. he was right about something?

"right about amanda being a bad friend." tara clarified.

"i knew i was. i was just waiting for you to realize." peter expressed.

tara nodded. "i know and thank you." she said. "again, i'm sorry."

"it's not your fault." he assured her.

tara smiled.

peter pulled her into his arms.

they stayed that way for some time until..

"can somebody let me out?! it's so dark in here."

tara furrowed her brows in confusion. she separated herself from the hug.

"is that...?" she began to ask.

"i forgot i locked louis in the closet." peter said.

"what?!" tara cried.

she couldn't help but smile.

"it's good to be home." she whispered.

"i don't think i remember where i put the key." peter confessed.

oh, boy.

to be continued.

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