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[#239] third halloween (Ghostbusters)
Theme Prompt: Autumn Nights
Title: third halloween
Fandom: Ghostbusters (Egon Spengler Lives AU)
Rating/Warnings: PG, This has spoilers for Ghostbusters: Afterlife.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 948
Summary: Much like any other Halloween before now, Phoebe intends to stay inside and work on a project. Her grandfather Egon has other ideas.
Author's Note: This is part of an AU I previously wrote for here, but as per rules this is newly written.
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Phoebe is minding her own business when a most surprising figure enters her borrowed room on Halloween night.
By “her own business”, of course, it is repairs on the Proton Pack she has claimed her own since the summer she turned twelve. Now, she’s just passed her fourteenth birthday, and she had really hoped not to be disturbed.
As for the surprising figure..
It is none other than her grandfather Egon Spengler, half-dressed in an old jumpsuit from his Ghostbusting days. Even more surprising is the lack of false blonde, his hair now dyed back to the color she’s seen in the pictures that have been mailed to her.
“Phoebe, my starshine, what are you still doing inside?” he asks. Despite the relative monotone level of voice, Phoebe can pretty much tell Egon wants to chat with her. She sighs and resigns to putting her project down, shivering due to her not having fixed the radiator yet.
“Grandfather, I thought you were asleep. The medical doctor said you have to get adequate sleep.”
…Mainly, seeing as that was the main cause of her grandfather’s near death two birthdays and some change ago. Lack of sleep, lack of nutrients, and a good deal of stress plus Zuul almost took him out, if not for Trevor’s current best friend following him. Now, Egon lives a retired life, to let his treatments heal.
Right this second, however, he seems to roll his eyes. “It is Halloween. I want some fresh air and Crunch bars.”
Phoebe gives up, and puts her custom helmet light on her desk.
“Okay.. I’m guessing you want to check for ghosts? I’ve been training my legs and stuff.”
Egon nods, grabbing a little wrapped package from the hall. “Well, yes, Phoebe, but I wanted to give you something for when we go outside. That way I would technically have taken you for a trick or treating like Callie asked.”
Phoebe takes the package carefully, using an exacto knife from its protective case on her desk to open said package. The box has two things she hasn’t thought she would ever get for herself. The first object she immediately sees is a jumpsuit.
It’s the same color and rough material as her grandfather’s, but tailored closer to her height and weight. Like the old weird parka coat design she once saw amid her grandfather’s blueprints, her jumpsuit is updated. Her favorite colors, dark gray and light blue, are striped on her left arm side, with her right arm side bearing the logo of the Ghostbusters.
She even has a surname nametag, all rough and new, unlike the softer edges of her grandfather’s.
“This is..” She sets the box down on her bed to look the jumpsuit over. “You.. uhm.. Made this for me, Grandfather?”
“Janine ordered it, but yes. I feel you are serious about pursuing parapsychology.. thus, I asked very nicely for that as a late birthday present.” Egon looks bashful, a rare look Phoebe never really sees unless he addresses special favors or his old friends. He then nods towards the box. “I did, however, add one more item.. It’s something I retrofitted so you could test it.”
“Huh..” Phoebe re-examines the box, after removing her jumpsuit, she notices an odd thing packed at the bottom with extra paper to hide it, presumably from her mother or Trevor.
It looks like a Proton Pack, but much smaller, and she can sort of tell with the structure that it is deceptively less harmful than the usual Proton Pack. It even has tiny solar panels screwed on, which she sees in the dim light of the sunset.
“This is a Compact Thrower,” Egon explains, with a slight aura of smugness and pride in his voice. “I.. may have told Callie it was a false model for a costume. That way we can hopefully test unimpeded.”
“Grandfather, you can’t lie to Mom like that,” she groans good-naturedly, managing a chuckle. Regardless, while Egon turns around and shuts the door to wait, Phoebe puts on her jumpsuit-boots combo, and does her best to steady the Compact Thrower on her right shoulder, so as to not hide the little stripes of color on her outfit. She then opens her bedroom door, still adjusting the new equipment.
“Okay, I’m ready, I think.”
Egon gives a questioning look, and Phoebe holds up her arm to let him adjust the equipment.
“The controls are slightly different to the regular Proton Packs, and though the power is decreased, aiming will be a possible issue. But on the plus side, it only really damages other electronics.”
Phoebe nods, now with the weight over her right arm better evenly distributed with her grandfather’s help. “I wonder if we’ll find Muncher again..”
“Muncher? The Class V from the Shandor mine?” he says, frowning a little deeper. “Hm.. I don’t believe we ever re-captured him, no. It would be troublesome. How about we interview your peers? If they report eaten items and candy, we can track him.”
She nods, slightly smiling. “Maybe we can get some Crunch bars if we capture him.”
“That would be nice.. Are you ready, then?”
After grabbing her backpack to store future candy, she gives Egon a thumbs-up. With that, the two leave the Dirt Farm, past a bunch of pumpkins Trevor and Callie carved for the night, and toward Summerville.
(Of course, later, Callie would express her shock that the Compact Thrower was real, and at the smoking, beeping Ghost Trap Egon snuck into Phoebe’s bag afterwards..)
(But soon after, Phoebe allowed her yearly hug and hugged her mother, presenting some of the night’s candy from her grateful peers as an apology.)
Title: third halloween
Fandom: Ghostbusters (Egon Spengler Lives AU)
Rating/Warnings: PG, This has spoilers for Ghostbusters: Afterlife.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 948
Summary: Much like any other Halloween before now, Phoebe intends to stay inside and work on a project. Her grandfather Egon has other ideas.
Author's Note: This is part of an AU I previously wrote for here, but as per rules this is newly written.
--
Phoebe is minding her own business when a most surprising figure enters her borrowed room on Halloween night.
By “her own business”, of course, it is repairs on the Proton Pack she has claimed her own since the summer she turned twelve. Now, she’s just passed her fourteenth birthday, and she had really hoped not to be disturbed.
As for the surprising figure..
It is none other than her grandfather Egon Spengler, half-dressed in an old jumpsuit from his Ghostbusting days. Even more surprising is the lack of false blonde, his hair now dyed back to the color she’s seen in the pictures that have been mailed to her.
“Phoebe, my starshine, what are you still doing inside?” he asks. Despite the relative monotone level of voice, Phoebe can pretty much tell Egon wants to chat with her. She sighs and resigns to putting her project down, shivering due to her not having fixed the radiator yet.
“Grandfather, I thought you were asleep. The medical doctor said you have to get adequate sleep.”
…Mainly, seeing as that was the main cause of her grandfather’s near death two birthdays and some change ago. Lack of sleep, lack of nutrients, and a good deal of stress plus Zuul almost took him out, if not for Trevor’s current best friend following him. Now, Egon lives a retired life, to let his treatments heal.
Right this second, however, he seems to roll his eyes. “It is Halloween. I want some fresh air and Crunch bars.”
Phoebe gives up, and puts her custom helmet light on her desk.
“Okay.. I’m guessing you want to check for ghosts? I’ve been training my legs and stuff.”
Egon nods, grabbing a little wrapped package from the hall. “Well, yes, Phoebe, but I wanted to give you something for when we go outside. That way I would technically have taken you for a trick or treating like Callie asked.”
Phoebe takes the package carefully, using an exacto knife from its protective case on her desk to open said package. The box has two things she hasn’t thought she would ever get for herself. The first object she immediately sees is a jumpsuit.
It’s the same color and rough material as her grandfather’s, but tailored closer to her height and weight. Like the old weird parka coat design she once saw amid her grandfather’s blueprints, her jumpsuit is updated. Her favorite colors, dark gray and light blue, are striped on her left arm side, with her right arm side bearing the logo of the Ghostbusters.
She even has a surname nametag, all rough and new, unlike the softer edges of her grandfather’s.
“This is..” She sets the box down on her bed to look the jumpsuit over. “You.. uhm.. Made this for me, Grandfather?”
“Janine ordered it, but yes. I feel you are serious about pursuing parapsychology.. thus, I asked very nicely for that as a late birthday present.” Egon looks bashful, a rare look Phoebe never really sees unless he addresses special favors or his old friends. He then nods towards the box. “I did, however, add one more item.. It’s something I retrofitted so you could test it.”
“Huh..” Phoebe re-examines the box, after removing her jumpsuit, she notices an odd thing packed at the bottom with extra paper to hide it, presumably from her mother or Trevor.
It looks like a Proton Pack, but much smaller, and she can sort of tell with the structure that it is deceptively less harmful than the usual Proton Pack. It even has tiny solar panels screwed on, which she sees in the dim light of the sunset.
“This is a Compact Thrower,” Egon explains, with a slight aura of smugness and pride in his voice. “I.. may have told Callie it was a false model for a costume. That way we can hopefully test unimpeded.”
“Grandfather, you can’t lie to Mom like that,” she groans good-naturedly, managing a chuckle. Regardless, while Egon turns around and shuts the door to wait, Phoebe puts on her jumpsuit-boots combo, and does her best to steady the Compact Thrower on her right shoulder, so as to not hide the little stripes of color on her outfit. She then opens her bedroom door, still adjusting the new equipment.
“Okay, I’m ready, I think.”
Egon gives a questioning look, and Phoebe holds up her arm to let him adjust the equipment.
“The controls are slightly different to the regular Proton Packs, and though the power is decreased, aiming will be a possible issue. But on the plus side, it only really damages other electronics.”
Phoebe nods, now with the weight over her right arm better evenly distributed with her grandfather’s help. “I wonder if we’ll find Muncher again..”
“Muncher? The Class V from the Shandor mine?” he says, frowning a little deeper. “Hm.. I don’t believe we ever re-captured him, no. It would be troublesome. How about we interview your peers? If they report eaten items and candy, we can track him.”
She nods, slightly smiling. “Maybe we can get some Crunch bars if we capture him.”
“That would be nice.. Are you ready, then?”
After grabbing her backpack to store future candy, she gives Egon a thumbs-up. With that, the two leave the Dirt Farm, past a bunch of pumpkins Trevor and Callie carved for the night, and toward Summerville.
(Of course, later, Callie would express her shock that the Compact Thrower was real, and at the smoking, beeping Ghost Trap Egon snuck into Phoebe’s bag afterwards..)
(But soon after, Phoebe allowed her yearly hug and hugged her mother, presenting some of the night’s candy from her grateful peers as an apology.)
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Plus I find I really like writing from Phoebe's perspective like this, with her own streak of refusing to stay put (as per the scene she's referencing from Afterlife).
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