Egon (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ecto_one_spengler) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
fandomweekly2024-11-11 04:02 pm
ecto_one_spengler) wrote in fandomweekly2024-11-11 04:02 pm
Entry tags:
[#240] uncertain variables (Extreme Ghostbusters)
Theme Prompt: #240 - Future
Title: uncertain variables
Fandom: Extreme Ghostbusters (Blended with the movies' canon)
Rating/Warnings: PG/Spoilers for the Extreme Ghostbusters episode "Ghost Apocalypse Future"
Bonus: No
Word Count: 1,000 words exact
Summary: After Tempus is captured, Egon continues to be troubled by what Issac claimed happened to his future self. Ultimately he goes to Peter for advice for what to do.
--
Egon lays awake one night in 1997 in the Firehouse lab, his heart a good deal of heavy. He feels weak, awful..
He can’t stop thinking about it.. the bevy of things Issac had said when Kylie was spirited away to a future somewhere.
(“And you.. didn’t you die, Dr. Spengler? Something bad happened in Oklahoma that same time..”)
The way Issac spoke felt as if it confirmed his fears. Even though the ghostly activity of the world was lessening, it.. simply was going dormant, he feared. “Something bad”.. Egon didn’t quite get what Issac had meant in the moment, but now he does.
Years of Peter Venkman’s ominous dreams, averted or not averted, have made him paranoid. Scared. It’s bad enough the Ghostbusters disbanded once, forcing their newly made businessman Winston to step in so he and Ray didn’t lose everything..
But that is the problem. None of his treasured pupils can see that far naturally, and his death obviously leads to problems.. The paranoia itches at Egon, so he decides to go to hell with sleep. He notes he really ought to get a haircut sometime, but other than that, dressing and going out is a cinch.
Peter and Dana’s current residence is in the boundary of Brooklyn, a portion where once he heard a rumor of two grown plumber twins going missing. Regardless of this, Egon goes up to their apartment, risks it, and knocks quietly.
It takes a second, and Egon wonders if Peter has traveled off somewhere, but then the man in question sleepily answers.
“Huh? Egon?”
“..Can I talk to you? I am.. having some difficulty sleeping. Something happened with my pupils and.. It haunts me.”
Peter shrugs, stepping aside. “Okay, go ahead. Dana’s on an overnight trip for an orchestra thing so it’s just me and Oscar.”
Egon enters the apartment. Even though he and Peter haven’t lived in the same space since 1992, the space still feels familiar, like one slacker of a psychologist might have. It is cleaner than he expects, and there’s more pictures of Oscar, who has by now turned seven.
“You want anything, Egon? Dana just got this new cocoa mix,” Peter offers quietly, yawning.
“Just one cup. I.. need to make it quick, or Oscar will wake and try to know what is happening.”
Peter nods and goes further into the apartment, to the kitchen specifically. Egon looks around some more, spotting some pictures not taken by Peter. Some are from Winston and his longtime wife Tiyah, and some are from Egon’s twin brother Elon and his daughter Jill Holtzmann, who now appears to be growing steadily. All his family’s chaos seems to have come to her, it seems.
But then there are the pictures of Callie among these. She’s seventeen now, in the most recent ones, and thriving. In the back of his mind, his usual rage at the thought of a courtroom smolders, but it is abated with the internal reminder that Elon managed to get to her, to raise her as Egon himself legally cannot.
The faint thunk of a mug of fresh cocoa startles Egon, and he turns around to see Peter looking carefully at him.
“What’s up, then? Why can’t you sleep?” the former Ghostbuster asks, firmly but quietly, and Egon turns away from the pictures of his daughter, nervous.
“Did.. you see anything strange yesterday morning?”
Peter raises an eyebrow, and Egon realizes his friend has made himself some cocoa as well, just with more honey smell to it. “Uhhh.. You’re talking about that wackjob of a ghost in Central Park, right?”
“It is related, but..” Egon is careful with the hot mug, frowning while he picks it up. “No, I was wondering if you saw any visions.”
“Oh.. Well, no, it was.. Oscar, actually. He came up to me and Dana while she was getting ready for her flight. Said he didn’t wanna see you die.” Peter’s face tightens, from an emotion Egon can easily guess at this point to be muted fear. “Kinda thinking of having Ray come over and renew his anti dream charms again..”
Egon sips on his cocoa, sure, but he feels himself trembling at the confirmation that for a few moments, his future was set in stone. If not for Kylie..
“Spengs?” Egon looks up from his worrying to an extra concerned Peter looking at him. Peter keeps talking, tilting his head. “I’m gonna hazard a guess and figure you forgot that mindfulness stuff we worked on a couple months back, right? Didn’t I say anxiety is the base for paranoia, man?”
“...” Egon looks away guiltily.
“Well, let’s try that now.” If he were to squint, Egon could think for once that Peter was professional, and he remembers that he was indeed told those mindfulness exercises.
Egon shuts his eyes, and tries his very best not to think of the woman resembling Callie in the future that Issac spoke of. He is not dead, he is here in Peter’s living room. Given Peter’s habits and Dana’s instruments, the apartment is kept comfortably cool. He smells the sugar and the chocolate in the steadily cooling cocoa in his hands.
Even though his eyes feel a little more wet than he’s properly felt in years, Egon is back in the moment. No past, no future. Just him, here, in old clothes he hasn’t worn in a long time, and his longtime friend.
“Feeling better?” Peter asks. Egon opens his eyes and nods.
“I.. think for once, I do. Th-thank you, Peter.”
Peter grins, and leans back on his armchair, cocoa in hand. “You wanna stay over? I’d bet it’s boring with just you, Janine and Slimer sometimes..”
“If you insist..” Egon sighs, feeling all his inner anxious energy drain from his body at once. Peter nods with a knowing look, and Egon slips his shoes off and lies down on the couch, not feeling up to finishing the half cup of cocoa he had left to drink.
Title: uncertain variables
Fandom: Extreme Ghostbusters (Blended with the movies' canon)
Rating/Warnings: PG/Spoilers for the Extreme Ghostbusters episode "Ghost Apocalypse Future"
Bonus: No
Word Count: 1,000 words exact
Summary: After Tempus is captured, Egon continues to be troubled by what Issac claimed happened to his future self. Ultimately he goes to Peter for advice for what to do.
--
Egon lays awake one night in 1997 in the Firehouse lab, his heart a good deal of heavy. He feels weak, awful..
He can’t stop thinking about it.. the bevy of things Issac had said when Kylie was spirited away to a future somewhere.
(“And you.. didn’t you die, Dr. Spengler? Something bad happened in Oklahoma that same time..”)
The way Issac spoke felt as if it confirmed his fears. Even though the ghostly activity of the world was lessening, it.. simply was going dormant, he feared. “Something bad”.. Egon didn’t quite get what Issac had meant in the moment, but now he does.
Years of Peter Venkman’s ominous dreams, averted or not averted, have made him paranoid. Scared. It’s bad enough the Ghostbusters disbanded once, forcing their newly made businessman Winston to step in so he and Ray didn’t lose everything..
But that is the problem. None of his treasured pupils can see that far naturally, and his death obviously leads to problems.. The paranoia itches at Egon, so he decides to go to hell with sleep. He notes he really ought to get a haircut sometime, but other than that, dressing and going out is a cinch.
Peter and Dana’s current residence is in the boundary of Brooklyn, a portion where once he heard a rumor of two grown plumber twins going missing. Regardless of this, Egon goes up to their apartment, risks it, and knocks quietly.
It takes a second, and Egon wonders if Peter has traveled off somewhere, but then the man in question sleepily answers.
“Huh? Egon?”
“..Can I talk to you? I am.. having some difficulty sleeping. Something happened with my pupils and.. It haunts me.”
Peter shrugs, stepping aside. “Okay, go ahead. Dana’s on an overnight trip for an orchestra thing so it’s just me and Oscar.”
Egon enters the apartment. Even though he and Peter haven’t lived in the same space since 1992, the space still feels familiar, like one slacker of a psychologist might have. It is cleaner than he expects, and there’s more pictures of Oscar, who has by now turned seven.
“You want anything, Egon? Dana just got this new cocoa mix,” Peter offers quietly, yawning.
“Just one cup. I.. need to make it quick, or Oscar will wake and try to know what is happening.”
Peter nods and goes further into the apartment, to the kitchen specifically. Egon looks around some more, spotting some pictures not taken by Peter. Some are from Winston and his longtime wife Tiyah, and some are from Egon’s twin brother Elon and his daughter Jill Holtzmann, who now appears to be growing steadily. All his family’s chaos seems to have come to her, it seems.
But then there are the pictures of Callie among these. She’s seventeen now, in the most recent ones, and thriving. In the back of his mind, his usual rage at the thought of a courtroom smolders, but it is abated with the internal reminder that Elon managed to get to her, to raise her as Egon himself legally cannot.
The faint thunk of a mug of fresh cocoa startles Egon, and he turns around to see Peter looking carefully at him.
“What’s up, then? Why can’t you sleep?” the former Ghostbuster asks, firmly but quietly, and Egon turns away from the pictures of his daughter, nervous.
“Did.. you see anything strange yesterday morning?”
Peter raises an eyebrow, and Egon realizes his friend has made himself some cocoa as well, just with more honey smell to it. “Uhhh.. You’re talking about that wackjob of a ghost in Central Park, right?”
“It is related, but..” Egon is careful with the hot mug, frowning while he picks it up. “No, I was wondering if you saw any visions.”
“Oh.. Well, no, it was.. Oscar, actually. He came up to me and Dana while she was getting ready for her flight. Said he didn’t wanna see you die.” Peter’s face tightens, from an emotion Egon can easily guess at this point to be muted fear. “Kinda thinking of having Ray come over and renew his anti dream charms again..”
Egon sips on his cocoa, sure, but he feels himself trembling at the confirmation that for a few moments, his future was set in stone. If not for Kylie..
“Spengs?” Egon looks up from his worrying to an extra concerned Peter looking at him. Peter keeps talking, tilting his head. “I’m gonna hazard a guess and figure you forgot that mindfulness stuff we worked on a couple months back, right? Didn’t I say anxiety is the base for paranoia, man?”
“...” Egon looks away guiltily.
“Well, let’s try that now.” If he were to squint, Egon could think for once that Peter was professional, and he remembers that he was indeed told those mindfulness exercises.
Egon shuts his eyes, and tries his very best not to think of the woman resembling Callie in the future that Issac spoke of. He is not dead, he is here in Peter’s living room. Given Peter’s habits and Dana’s instruments, the apartment is kept comfortably cool. He smells the sugar and the chocolate in the steadily cooling cocoa in his hands.
Even though his eyes feel a little more wet than he’s properly felt in years, Egon is back in the moment. No past, no future. Just him, here, in old clothes he hasn’t worn in a long time, and his longtime friend.
“Feeling better?” Peter asks. Egon opens his eyes and nods.
“I.. think for once, I do. Th-thank you, Peter.”
Peter grins, and leans back on his armchair, cocoa in hand. “You wanna stay over? I’d bet it’s boring with just you, Janine and Slimer sometimes..”
“If you insist..” Egon sighs, feeling all his inner anxious energy drain from his body at once. Peter nods with a knowing look, and Egon slips his shoes off and lies down on the couch, not feeling up to finishing the half cup of cocoa he had left to drink.