I can't choose titles for my chapters for the life of me so sorry if some of these are super random ð¤ ð«
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After a couple of minutes, Silvia and Egon heard Ray's voice over the radio.
"I found Venkman! He came into physical contact with the ghost!" Ray says excitedly.
"It slimed me," Peter added.
"That's great, save me some," Egon said. By the time Ray had found Peter, they were in the ballroom, still looking around.
"So far I don't see anything," Silvia said. She spoke too soon, the green, slimy ghost appeared from under one of the many tables. But before they could get rid of the ghost flew away and disappeared. Ray used his Ecto-goggles to see the ghost.
"It's circling the chandelier," Ray says. The four of them take out their particle throwers, switching them on.
"Wait. There's something very important I forgot to tell you." Egon says to the three of them.
"What?" Ray asked.
"Don't cross the streams," Egon states.
"Why?" Silvia asked.
"It could be bad," Egon says.
"I'm fuzzy on the whole good-bad thing. What do you mean bad?" Peter says.
"Try to imagine all life as you know it stopping instantaneously and every molecule in your body exploding at the speed of light," Egon explains.
"Total protonic reversal.." Ray says.
"That's bad? Okay, all right, important safety tip, thanks Egon." Peter says, patting his shoulder. Silvia held the bridge of her nose with her index and middle finger. He couldn't have told us this sooner??!! Silvia had no time to rethink her life choices before she exploded though because she saw the green ghost flying around the gigantic glass chandelier. Ray uses his Ecto-goggles to see the ghost. The four of them pulled out their particle throwers and aimed them at the chandelier, the ghost reappearing when they fired them. After several hits from the particle throwers, the chandelier fell from the ceiling, glass shattering onto the floor.
"If anyone asks, again, it was the ghost's fault," Silvia said. Egon and Peter were still shooting at the ghost, who had gone behind the bar to hide. Peter was quick to turn his stream off, but Egon was still trying to work the particle thrower, so it ruined the wooden bar and some of the glass cups on the shelves behind the bar.
"Woah, woah, woah! Nice shootin', Tex." Peter exclaimed. Egon turned and looked at Silvia, who had her hand over her mouth so he couldn't see her snickering. Egon saw her laughing but laughed under his breath to himself. Silvia shot her stream at the ghost, successfully catching it in the stream. Ray grabbed the trap and placed it under the ghost.
"Someone help me, god damn it!!" Silvia shouted. Egon and Peter were quick to help her with trying to capture the ghost into the trap.
"Shorten your stream Peter, I don't want my face burned off!" Egon shouted at Peter, who immediately turned wide-eyed.
"I'm opening the trap now, don't look directly into it!" Ray warns us, but Egon glances down at the trap, not as instructed.
"I looked at the trap, Ray!" Egon said. You had one job... Silvia thought to herself.
"Turn your streams off as soon as I close the trap!" Ray says as the three of them brought the ghost closer to the trap. As the ghost aligned with the trap, Ray opened it with a foot pedal, sucking the ghost into the trap as the streams shut off. The four of them look at each other. Peter kicks at the trap, the ghost inside making it move a little. Egon stoops down to the trap to pick it up.
"It's in there.." Egon says, looking back up at Vera.
"See? That wasn't such a chore, now was it?" Ray says. Just as he said that the door started jiggling; someone trying to open it.
"We came, we saw, we kicked its ass!" Peter says as he makes his grand entrance through the doors of the ballroom, making the guy in the tux from earlier step back quickly. This had ended up forming a crowd.
"We got it!" Ray says, proudly showing off the trap as he held it. "Sir what you have there is what we refer to as a focused, non-terminal repeating phantasm, or a class-5 full-roaming vapor. Real nasty one, too!"
"Now, let's talk seriously," Peter says, looking over at Silvia and Egon while clearing his throat. "Now for the entrapment..." Egon slyly puts up four fingers near his face, looking down at the floor. "... we're gonna have to ask you for four big ones, four thousand dollars for that, but we are having a special this week on proton charging and storage of the beast. And that's only gonna come to.." Silvia put up her index finger to her chin to make it look as if she was thinking. "one thousand dollars."
"Five thousand dollars? I had no idea it'd be this much. I won't pay it." The snooty man said.
"Well, that's alright. We can just put it right back in there." Peter looks at Ray.
"We certainly can, Dr. Venkman," Ray says as he walks back towards the ballroom doors.
"No! All right! Anything." The man said, finally giving in.
"Thanks so much," Peter said. Silvia snickered to herself. To think this was just the beginning of it all. And by all, I, the author writing this, mean not just the start of their successful business skyrocketing.
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"Do you believe in UFOs, astral projections, mental telepathy, ESP, clairvoyance, spirit photography, telekinetic movement, full-trance mediums, the Loch Ness Monster, and the theory of Atlantis?" Janine asked the man sitting in front of her desk.
"If there's a study paycheck in it, I'll believe anything you say." The man, Winston, answered her.
"Amen to that," Silvia said, patting him on the shoulder as she walked up to Janine's side. Peter and Ray walked in, grumbling about how they needed sleep, all that fun sh...shtuff.
"This is Winston Zeddermore, he's here about the job." Janine introduced him.
"Beautiful, you're hired. Ray Stanz, Pete Venkman, Silvia Scoleri." Ray introduced the three present. Egon was fixing one of the particle throwers. Again. Winston stands up to shake hands with them, Ray shortly after handing him sizzling ghost traps. Winston has a disgusted look on his face but tried to smile through it.
"Welcome aboard." Ray smiled at him.
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"This is where we store all the vapors, entities, and slimers that we trap. Very simple, really. A loaded trap here. Open, unlock the system. Insert the trap. Release, close, lock the system. Set your entry grid, neutralize your field, and... when the light is green, the trap is clean." Ray explained to Winston, who stood next to Ray with a blank stare. Meanwhile, Egon and Silvia were messing with some of the storage settings behind them.
"The ghost is incarcerated here in our custom-made storage facility," Ray said.
"There's a man from the EPA here to see you. He's waiting in your office." Janine says to Peter on the opposite side of the room. Silvia overheard this and took it as a 'shits about to go down' warning.
"EPA? What's he want?" Peter asks.
"I don't know. All I do know is I've been working two weeks without a break and you promised me you'd hire more help." Janine complained to Peter. Poor Janine... Silvia thought to herself while messing with some electrical wires.
"Janine, someone with your qualifications would have no trouble finding a top-flight job in either the food service or housekeeping industries," Peter answered her quickly, the phone ringing in the background of their conversation.
"Are you gonna answer that?" Peter said.
"I've quit better jobs than this," Janine muttered to herself. "Ghostbusters! What do you want?"
After Silvia and Egon finished working on electrical wires and the storage facility, she shut the door to the mini storage box thing, only for her finger to get caught between the metal door and the compartment itself.
"Ow, ow ow owwwww!!" Silvia cried out, Egon immediately prying her finger out. Her finger had already turned purple and a bit swollen, and a nice cut had appeared on her knuckle as well (if you've ever had a cut on your knuckle of your finger, you know how uncomfortable they can be. Note: she full-on slammed A HEAVY METAL DOOR ON HER FINGER. You can't tell me if that happened to you, you wouldn't be hurting and/or crying).
"Sit in this chair, I'll be back with some bandaids and Neosporin," Egon said as he went to the upstairs bathroom to look for a first aid kit.
"What'd you do?" Ray asked as he sat down in a swivel chair beside you at his desk.
"Jammed my finger in between a mini-metal door," Silvia said.
"Lucky Egon came to save the day, huh?" Ray said, nudging your arm.
"Shut up, you." Silvia rolled her eyes.
"What's this about?" Winston asked.
"Should we tell him?" Ray asked.
"Yeah go ahead, he's part of the team now! Just don't tell the smarty-pants-spectacled-man upstairs, okay?" Silvia said. Winston nodded, so Ray filled in Winston on how they met each other and about the bet as quietly as possible.
Well, not quite enough, because Egon heard Silvia and Ray mention his name as he was coming down the stairs.