A Real Ghostbuster Pt. 2

You were prepped and ready for battle, and from what’s happening on screen, not a moment too soon.

As Desiree looked about ready to run out of steam and was quickly being over-run by Prime’s army of misfit minions as they rushed her and beat to dogpile her into submission. Seeing this, you dashed as soon as you could to the elevator doors and as the gilded doors emblazoned with the Ghostbusters logo opened up. You rushed inside and hit the lobby floor button, you could hear the automated system blar out another warning as the doors closed.

“Warning! Emergency Jump will occur in 12 Minutes!”

Shit, you were running out of time...

Meanwhile with Desiree.

Down below you in the hotel lobby, Desiree had finally lost. The sheer number of misfit minions wore her down eventually made it impossible for her to fight back as the little gremlins overwhelmed her with sheer numbers.

She struggled in the grip of some of the minions who held her down to the ground on her knees as she gritted her teeth and growled like an animal at the indignity of it all. More so when the idiot in front of her began to chortle even louder at her rage, laughing at her. All the while she could barely hear the ring of the automated systems of the hotel over the laughter and chortles of the numerous minions that surrounded her.

“Warning! Warning! Emergency Jump will Occur in 10 Minutes!”

When she first met this dressed-up bone head when he busted in through the front door, she assumed he was just some idiot in a costume. Only for her to receive a very shocking and painful realization that what she originally assumed and brushed off initially as just a joke like box ghost. Only worse given how tacky he was dressed on top of how overly hammy he acted, instead had power, actual tangible power. Power she got a full taste of when she refused to bow to what she assumed was a fool in some kind of ghost and paid for it dearly as he was able to get the jump on her and strike first knocking the wind out of her before sending an army of goofy and ultimately disposable minions at her. She fought the hardest she could, taking out so many of the little bastards, but there were so many of them.

The initial strike by that costumed wackjob did something to her, Desiree felt weaker after that initial attack. As if her power was drained or worse ERASED from her very being. Combine this with literal wave after wave of horrendous and tacky minions and Desiree just couldn’t keep up as she was forcibly dragged down by the sheer numbers of the little bastards as the cruel and obnoxious laughter of their hammy leader echoed throughout the room as she was **** to kneel before him.

This was humiliating for Desiree, she couldn’t stand the fact that she had lost to someone like this. That she lost to someone that was so alike to that sniveling Welp the box ghost. In fact, she couldn’t stop seeing the similarities between the box ghost and this mechanical moron in front of her, they share the same mannerisms, the same actions. By the zone, Desiree even thought for a brief moment they sounded the same, that they even had the same voice.

Yet she could do nothing but growl and grit her teeth as she struggled in the grasp of the two minions that held her by her arms and shoulders on her knees in front of this unbelievable idiot. She didn’t take him seriously and now she paid the price for it, as now not only was her pride damaged. But a deep-seated fear inside of her began to take hold of her and told her that she was also quite possibly be in a great deal of danger. Whatever this lunatic did, it weakened her in a way no other ghost, not even that blasted ghost boy, was able to do. A part of her knew that this mechanical jackass was holding back and deep down she was terrified at what an actual full-on blast from him could do to her.

Would it erase her powers completely? Would it render her into nothing but a shade of her former self? Would it actually erase her from existence?

These thoughts and more raced through Desiree’s mind as the red-cloaked cybernetics skeleton in front of her chuckled and gawfed at her indignant rage as he looked down at her. With his cybernetics twisting his face into a nasty and cruel grin as he looked down at this ghost that dared to fight him, that dared defy him, Prime Evil! Master of the Dead! Lord of all spirits of the Fifth Dimension!

She was strong, that much was obvious, but she was not stronger than he, as just like all before her, they were subject to his will. But as convent as it would be to wipe her from existence, Prime could feel her power and knew that he most certainly had use for a ghost as powerful as Desiree, as with her, he could easily conquer the world of the living and destroy those meddlesome and troublesome Ghostbusters once and for all. With that said his mind was already scheming of the many different plots that he could use such a powerful ghost in.

“HAHAHA! You are quite powerful I will admit, but it is ultimately useless to defy me!” Prime Evil chuckled his electric voice oozing smugness as he imperiously looked down upon Desiree. Who in turn could only grit her teeth and struggle even more in the grasp of the two minions holding her down. Only making the Cybernetic ghost’s Jacob’s ladder mouth grin even wider at her pointless struggles.

“Unhand me! NO MAN SHALL TOUCH ME UNLESS I WISH IT!” Desiree screamed at both the minions and at Prime Evil in equal parts of fear and rage as she struggled even harder in the tight grasp of the two skeletal ghost minions that held her down. In turn, Prime Evil only chuckled even louder at her declaration and indignant scream. Before reaching over with a single finger and booping her right on the tip of her nose, chuckling even louder as Desiree screamed in indignation and rage as her eyes went completely red with rage.

“HAHAHAHA! Unless you wish it?! What makes you think you have any power here Welp?! I am the Lord and Master of the Dead and the Dark! You have no power here and you will do as I command!” Prime Evil declared loudly and proudly as he chuckled even harder at Desiree’s indignant rage. Having enough of his fun, Prime Evil was about to order his minions to take this ghost away so that he could explore this new location that had appeared in the Fifth dimension further. But was stopped by a loud whistle, causing both him and his minions to freeze on the spot as they looked towards the source of the whistle.

That source was at the top of the staircase, on top of the second-floor balcony where there standing behind the white marble railing and glaring down upon both him and his minions. Was you, dressed in the classic tan Ghostbusters uniform, with your name, Knox, written upon the name tag. Yet what drew prime evil’s cybernetic eye the most was the symbol on your shoulder.

A symbol that filled the cybernetic ghost with several emotions, hate and rage being the primary and dominating ones within his mind. Yet also confusion as the logo looked so familiar, yet so different. In fact, everything about your appearance confounded the Saturday morning cartoon villain, as he paused for a moment and gave a squawk of confusion as he stared up at your form. He saw something so damn familiar within you, yet at the same time something that looked… Different.

Regardless… Prime evil shook it off and soon demanded an answer as he snorted and turned to face you with a disregarding stance as he crossed his boney arms and waved for his minions to drag Desiree off to the side for the moment. He would deal with her when the time came. For now, you had all of his snide attention as the genie ghost in question struggled as she was dragged off and **** upon her knees once more as you faced off with the self-proclaimed ghost king.

“And what are you supposed to be? It’s a bit early for Halloween, don’t you think?” The cybernetic ghost sneered as he stared up at you as you reached behind you to un-holster the proton pack’s proton wand.

“Me?” You questioned with a raised brow before you flicked on the power switch and ignited the atomic accelerator as it whirred to life with that iconic sound. A sound that even made prime evil, his minions, and even Desiree pause for a second as they stared up at you. As you glared down upon the cybernetic ghost with a nasty glare and aimed at him with the proton wand taking aim at his stupid face.

“I’m a real Ghostbuster, you half-baked Skeletor ripoff!” You declared loudly and proudly before toggling the trigger and stumbling slightly at the surprising recoil as you unleashed a stream of red and yellow arcing energy, a proton stream, that directly collided with the red-cloaked ghost. Prime only had a second to widen his cybernetic eyes before the stream instantly collided with him, catapulting him backwards as you had to cut off the stream to regain your footing. Sending the cybernetic skeleton flying towards the closed front doors of the hotel as he slammed into them with a heavy and meaty smack before slowly crumpling to the floor in pain.

“Now get your damn dirty hands off my wife you fucks!” You yelled loudly at Prime Evil’s minions as their heads constantly swapped between their master, before looking back up at you as not only were they shocked, but so was Desiree. As the genie ghost had never seen an attack like that before, let alone one so... effective. As she could only stare with her jaw slightly agape as the gaggle of misfit minions called out for the master and shock and concern.

Prime, in turn, could only groan as from his position on the cold marble floor, as his robes smoked, as he griped at the large smoking burn mark that now appeared on his chest caused by your proton stream. As he quietly growled for a second, pulling himself up to a sitting position before coughing out in order as he pointed at you.

“Get *Cough* him.” Prime hacked out in a whispered in a pained tone as he glared up at you with not only rage in his eyes, but what looked like disgust? His minions hesitated for a second, looking between their master and you for a brief moment. Their hesitation only made Prime Evil only growl even louder as he began to pull himself up.

“Get him! GET HIM! NOW!” Prime evil screamed out loudly as he pointed at you as he slowly tried to stand up, tripping slightly as his minions needed no further order. As they cowered slightly at the loud and harsh tone of their master, as they immediately jumped at his command and began to trip over each other as they tried to rush up both of the two twin staircases that led up to your position. However, this only aided you as the mass confused mob of ghosts tripped and ran over each other in equal parts fear and desperation in their attempts to fulfill their master’s orders. As they began to fight each other over who got up the stairs first and partially got up most of the way on both sides of your position.

Only for you to ruin all of that hasty hard work of theirs as you now better prepped yourself for the recoil of the proton stream, before unleashing yet upon these poor unsuspecting ghosts as they tried to charge up the stairwell. As you began to focus on the right stairwell, unleashing the proton stream on the right. As you disintegrated all of those ghosts who tried to quickly scale it and knocking back those who were strong enough to survive the proton beam’s power down to the bottom floor in a wave of ash and bodies before shutting it off and unleashing it to the left staircase. Sending Prime Evil’s minions flying from the **** of the proton stream and disintegrating the smaller ones, repeating the same process that happened on the right. Much to the rage of Prime Evil as he stood back up to his full height and growled and barked out orders.

“You miserable wretches, get him. I want this disgusting human’s head on a silver platter!” Prime Evil barked out as he jabbed a bony finger in your direction. Even shoving, or in the case of the smaller ones, throwing some of the closest minions next to him towards your direction. As you ran down the staircase on the right, briefly stopping to blast a few minions who had recovered and tried to scale the opposing staircase in an attempt to flank you, as you stopped to take them out with a stream of energy before you turned to face those who had recovered in front of you. Unleashing another proton stream when you reached the base of the stairs to disintegrate even more the smaller ones and sending the larger ones careening backward into the walls of the lobby. Some of them didn’t even get up, deciding to instead remain on the ground, groaning and smoking in pain from getting hit by the proton stream.

“Come on, never fought a real Ghostbuster before? I’ll be honest here. This is pretty pathetic even for you, Prime!” You taunted the cybernetics skeleton, who in turn went red with rage and growled out loudly before unleashing a storm of energy towards you. Disintegrating even more of his own minions in the process as you ducked off to the side, and roadie ran behind the reception desk for cover.

“Pathetic? Pathetic! PATHETIC!?! I will show you pathetic, you miserable worm!” Prime evil screeched as he charged up another blast of energy, his electric eyes glowing with bright blue energy as you peeked out slightly. Only for you to quickly duck back down as Prime unleashed a brand new storm of electric energy towards you. As you were **** to quickly take cover and blind fire back at the cybernetic ghost from behind the reception desk with all of your proton streams going wide, missing Prime’s form entirely. Causing the spirit in question to cackle at your missed streams of proton energy.

“That’s it worm cower! Cower before my might! HAHAHAHA!” Prime evil laughed loudly as he continued to unleash a hailstorm of arcing energy towards your position, with your only cover being the rapidly diminishing safety of the wooden reception desk, as you were pretty certain that the desk was catching fire from the sheer amount of energy being poured on it. You had to act fast and had to figure out a way to catch Prime Evil off guard, you were lucky that his minions were holding back, with them being too afraid to approach your position in fear of getting in the way of their master’s firepower. About half of them were already gone or on the floor, smoking and charred and in great pain. The rest were all hiding behind their master, including the two that were… That are holding Desiree.

An idea immediately came to your mind, but first, you had to wait for the right moment, waiting for a break in prime evil’s energy storm. As the cybernetic ghost in question was doing his best to reenact a certain Star Wars Emperor with the amount of lightning he was unleashing on your position. Honestly, you could easily taste the burnt ozone in the air and had to keep looking down to avoid having your retinas burned out from the sheer amount of light being unleashed by Prime Evil’s energy blasts. Yet, as this happened, you saw that the hailstorm was growing weaker, slower, with fewer bolts of energy being unleashed. Prime is slowly starting to lose his steam as he more than likely couldn’t keep this up for a long. All you have to do is wait for the right moment.

Sure enough, Prime eventually had to cut off the stream of energy as he started to pant heavily sheer amount of power had to unleash upon your position, leaving nothing behind the receptionist desk intact. With a good deal of the wood now on fire or crystallized by the sheer amount of energy unleashed upon it. And as soon as the arcs of energy cut out, you popped up from your position and blasted forth another proton stream, with the shot going wide and completely missing Prime Evil as he flinched for a second before recovering and took a deep breath before he unleashed another hailstorm of lightning on your position.

“Haha-! Is that it, boy? So afraid you can’t aim straight anymore?!” Prime Evil wheezed, exhaustion now being evident in his voice as he continued this hailstorm of lightning. Sweat now visibly formed upon his brow as he continued to grin wickedly despite losing a great deal of stamina. Yet, in response to this, you simply rolled your eyes from your rapidly failing cover behind the receptionist desk, not even being concerned about the burning wood you smelled and the scorching heat caused by prime evil’s onslaught. As a give out a somewhat sarcastic and snappy reply.

“Sorry dumb dumb, hate to be the joy kill. Oh, wait, no, I take that back because I’m going to enjoy what happens next.” You snarked to the ghostly cybernetic wizard, who exhaustively growled out in response to your sass. As he increased the amount of lightning, he threw at your position, with the light show becoming hard to look at, as it threatened to burn out your eyes at this point. Along with the high possibility of cooking you from the sheer heat that he was getting off at this point. As you flinch slightly at the sudden increase of lightning and hear the creaking of the desk as it threatened to fall apart.

“What?! What are you going to enjoy?!? Your own **** or your eternal suffering at my hands in the fifth dimension!?!” Prime evil screeched loudly, before having to stop the hailstorm of lightning he had unleashed upon your cover, practically reducing the reception area to a smoldering ruin at this point. As he bent over, panting, exhausted from the sheer amount of energy he unleashed. As he stared down at the floor for a few seconds, panting heavily, before looking back up to see you standing over the burnt remains of the reception desk with a big ole grin. Which infuriated the cybernetic ghost wizard to no end as he growled at that stupid smile that crossed your face.

“Nope, it’s going to be Desiree implanting your bony ass into the ceiling, which Desiree I wish that you would do!” You said with a large cheeky grin, confusing Prime Evil as his brows went wide before he suddenly froze as he heard a certain voluptuous and alluring voice come from behind that was just filled with mischievous joy, but was undercut with a tone of malice.

“As you wished it, so. Shall. It. BE!” Desiree said with a malicious grin as she was freed by your stray proton blast and now floated high above prime evil and out of the reach of all his remaining minions, before quickly enlarging her fist. With it growing larger and larger with each word she emphasized until it was bigger than a man and easily looked like it could crush a small car. As prime evil could only look at the giant looming fist with wide electronic eyes and a slightly dropped jaw before Desiree immediately slammed the oversized fist down hammering the cybernetic ghost into the ground with a thunderous boom that cracked the marble floor of the lobby in a massive spider web that arced out from the center of her fist.

Flattening Prime Evil like a pancake, before lifting the fist back up to reveal his indented form in the floor, as he laid face-first into the ground. Before Desiree immediately shrunk her fist back down to normal size, before going intangible and invisible, flying underground, before popping back up as she pushed Prime Evil out of his indented spot in the floor with the cybernetic ghost screaming the entire time. As she forcefully shoved him into the ceiling of the lobby, creating a secondary imprint, wherein which he was trapped in the ceiling unable to move, but easily able to scream out orders to his remaining minions. Who could only look up in shock at seeing their master so easily humiliated and by a ghost to follow the orders of a human no less!

Prime evil could only let out a groan of pain as he struggled to free himself from his newest prison that now rested in the ceiling of the hotel lobby. As Desiree looked up at him with a rather satisfied grin on her face, something of which they did not go unnoticed by the ghostly warlord who let out a pained growl. Which soon turned into a roar as he saw his minions unmoving and simply staring up at him in sheer shock.

“What are you fools looking at! Stop standing there and kill them!” Prime evil roared with a pained groan as his minions immediately snapped out of their shock, before turning their attention towards you and began immediately rushing towards both Desiree who floated out of reach, and your own position as you kicked down the fragile charred remains of the desk into a million pieces. You had to think fast, otherwise you were going to be overrun and more than likely torn limb from limb. You could not just simply blast all of them with a proton stream, it would be impossible to get all of them, what you needed was an object that you could use to capture stream on to essentially batter them all away. Essentially something you could use as a flail, but there was nothing in the lobby that could possibly fulfill that role that was large enough or durable enough with exception to…

Your eyes immediately shot towards the ceiling, where Prime Evil struggled in his drywall encrusted prison, and without even thinking, you activated the capture stream on your proton wand and shot a stream at Prime Evil. Surprising him and his minions as they all stopped and squawked at the sudden action, Prime Evil especially as once he was hit with the stream. He did not feel pain or the **** of the energy impacting and like it did before. Instead, the energy wrapped around him, forming a cage around his body and before he could even react. You immediately yanked the stream downwards, ripping prime evil out of the ceiling and slamming him into his own minions who were so shocked, that they didn’t get out of the way. Crushing them in one fell swoop, before you immediately yanked him back up to the ceiling again, slamming him into the ceiling once more, before slamming him back down onto more of his own minions.

Much of their own shock as they began to flee and run away, some on the other hand tried to save their Lord and ran into the areas in which you were slamming prime evil into. Crushing them along with any other minions you were originally aiming at. Doing this again and again and again, slamming, smashing, floor to ceiling, wall to wall, and absolutely humiliating prime evil as you defeated all of his minions by using him as a giant whack a mole hammer essentially. Before slamming him into the ceiling one final time before cutting off the capture stream as the proton pack began to overheat, forcing you to stop. As the reactor core unleashed a torrent of steam and heat that left you sweating buckets as the core quickly cycled and ejected its reactor rods into the open air to quickly cool them as the Proton pack had to flush its systems to prevent a meltdown. Leaving you **** to attack for a brief moment.

Yet, the damage was already done, most of Prime Evil’s minions were defeated, broken, or too bloodied to the point that they could no longer fight. With many of them groaning on the floor and some even trying to crawl towards the large double doors that led out of the hotel.

All the while Desiree watched this unfold, as she started to smile slightly, before chuckling, before full on laughing out loud at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. As she watched this ghost that once lorded over her, be humiliated in a way that no one could ever come back from. As she held her sides in pain from just the sheer laughter that was coming from her, you noted it was rather melodic in a way. As you looked on to see her floating in the air holding her sides, positively crying from how hard she was laughing at Prime Evil and his failed minions.

Something of which Prime Evil couldn’t really say or do anything about, as he groaned from his position in the ceiling, before he slowly started to peel out and fell from the two-story-high ceiling. Colliding with the cold marble floor the hotel lobby with a loud clatter as he let out another squawk of pain when he hit the cold marble floor. Prime evil laid there for several minutes, all the while Desiree laughed at him, infuriating prime evil, even as he groaned in pain from being so thoroughly humiliated.

So, Prime slowly and shakily began to stand back up, his rage overwriting his sense of pain as he glared up at the laughing Desiree. If there was one thing prime evil could not stand, it was somebody laughing at his mistakes, humiliating him even further than what was already possible. He did not say a word, he merely let out an animalistic growl as his cybernetic eyes glow with a bright blue energy and he charged up another hailstorm of lightning within his clenched up fists. All of which Desiree did not even begin to notice, as she was too busy laughing at the cybernetic ghost that was five seconds away from frying her. An unfortunately your Proton pack wasn't fully cooled yet to stop the lunatic before he could try anything.

However, where Desiree missed prime evil pairing to fry her, you did not as you quickly yelled out to the Genie ghost.

“Desiree! I wish you were standing right next to me right now!” You yelled loudly to the coughing Genie ghost, who only had a few seconds to actually stop laughing and process the wish that you asked of her. Before immediately vanishing with a proof of green smoke and not a second too late either, for as soon as Desiree appeared at your side, the spot in which she hung in the air just seconds ago was filled with a hailstorm of lightning as prime evil let loose of rule or of frustration and hatred. As the cybernetic ghosts stared down and glared at both you and Desiree, with what looked to be madness gleaming in the cybernetic eyes as he was at wit's end and his rage was now blinding him. With luck just barely on your side as your Pack's core quickly cycled back in and retracted its rod before giving you the green light saying it was ready for battle and just in the nick of time.

“Hah… I will not be laughed at, humiliated, or demeaned and diminished by a lowly human and his traitorous whore of a bride! I am prime evil, master of the fifth dimension, I will be respected as such or you shall all DIE!!!” Prime Evil panted before unleashing a loud roar as he began to charge up his energy to unleash a brand-new wave of destruction, you barely had a few seconds to unleash a proton stream to counter his hailstorm of lightning as the two energies collided with each other in midair. With each stream trying to gain dominance over the other, as your stream and you were pushed back physically by the sheer **** and energy unleashed by Prime Evil.

As your two energy waves collided, you grit your teeth and tried to essentially **** the pack to give out as much energy as possible to hold off the massive wave of lightning that prime evil was unleashing on you. Yet as this happened, you couldn’t help but hear a small warble in the air, that warble slowly became louder and louder as your two streams collided for longer and longer. It didn’t take you long to realize what was happening. Prime Evil’s energy blast and your own proton stream were causing a feedback loop. Or in other words, you were crossing the streams and that could possibly lead to both of your deaths as you noticed something happening at the junction point where in which your two streams met. You saw a small distortion in the air, a small bubble of energy, that bubble was slowly growing bigger and bigger as your stream stayed connected. With it growing in size alongside the loud warble in the air, yet if you were to cut off the proton stream, you would be fried by prime evil’s lightning.

This truly was a dark situation, a situation where you had **** but to ride out the storm and **** the two streams to hit critical mass. Unluckily for prime evil, he didn’t have a wish granting Genie on a side. For as the streams finally reached the critical mass and the bubble of energy was now visible for all to see, you quickly looked over to Desiree who was watching this all unfold with wide eyes as the wind howled and made her hair whip back and forth in the gale **** wind from the two streams were shaking the very walls of the building.

“Desiree!” You yelled, trying to get her attention, however the sheer sound caused by the two streams colliding was making it damn near impossible for her to hear your words.

“Desiree!” You screamed this time, getting Desiree’s attention as she looked at you with wide eyes not even believing what was happening now.

“I wish for a shield that would protect us both from anything!” You yelled as loud as you could, as the two streams reach critical mass, with Prime Evil not even flinching from the energy feedback reaching such dangerous levels. Even as sweat was collecting on his brow and his exhaustion was pushing him to his limits, as nothing but his pure unadulterated rage was pushing him forward now. As this happened, you could see Desiree’s lips move, despite not being able to hear her as the wind finally made you deaf to all sounds except the warble that signaled the energy feedback loop reaching critical mass.

And in a flash, it all came crashing down, as you and Desiree became blinded briefly as the two streams reach critical mass and detonated. Blinding you with white light, as your ears rang, your bones were rattled, and you were briefly left blind deaf and dumb to the world for a few seconds as you were knocked on your ass from the shockwave. As you were absorbed by a haze of white light for a brief moment...

Before the light began to fade and you began to blink your eyes back into cognitive vision and what you saw was unbelievable, as you stood up from your position on the ground to watch as a green bubble began to fade leaving only you and Desiree as the only untouched beings in the entire room. As the genie ghost in question panted in mid-air, her hair frazzled, her form covered in sweat, and exhaustion extremely evident as she began to slowly float back down to the ground. As her ghost tail vanished and was replaced with a pair of functioning legs as she fell to her knees in exhaustion.

As the two of you took in the sight of the entire hotel lobby that was in ruins. With all the windows blown out, the walls scorched black, and there was a gigantic crater in the center of the room wherein which your proton stream met Prime Evil’s lightning. It looked like a wasteland, not a ritzy hotel lobby, as it also appears that the **** ghosts that prime evil brought with him were not even spared from the blast, as there was nothing but ash on the floor. Ash and one Prime Evil who stood there, with his cloak completely destroyed, revealing a cybernetic skeletal body to the world.

He was panting, wheezing, groaning, and shaking like a newborn child. The amount of pain he was experiencing was unimaginable and it was a sheer miracle he was still standing. As his limbs and joints sparked and sputtered and his voice box warped and warbled due to the sheer amount of damage he had suffered. He could barely speak, barely groan in pain, but yet despite all this. His vision, his cracked and shattered cybernetic vision was focused on only one thing. One person.

You.

As he stared at you, groaning, barely able to even form a sentence due to the amount of pain and suffering he was experiencing. As his body smoldered and sparked and shook from his injuries, his bones were cracked, his hands were mangled, a single electric eye had popped into an empty void, and he was favoring only his left side as an arm hung limply from its socket, held in place with merely a single red wire as he shook and rattled in pain. Yet despite it all, he was able to warble out a single sentence as you reached behind you to pull out a small boxy item, a small boxy item covered in black and yellow paint and was connected to a small wire that led back to the proton pack. A ghost trap.

“What… What… Are You?” Prime Evil sputtered and groaned as he tried to take a step forward, as his entire body screeched in protest at the sudden action as he raised a single functional hand at you. You only had one response to prime evil’s question as you threw out the ghost trap and prepared the capture stream.

“Me?” You said as he pointed to yourself, before taking aim at prime evil shaking and ruined form.

“It’s like I said before, I’m a REAL Ghostbuster.” You told prime evil as his ruin cybernetic eyes widened before you unleashed the capture stream on him and tangling him and raising him from the ground as you immediately hit the switch to activate the ghost trap. Activating it, blinding the room with white light as the trap opened up. Before immediately pulling prime evil into it, as the traps sucked him into its depths, before immediately shutting tight with the last thing coming out of prime evil’s mouth being a loud screech as he tried to claw his way out of the trap just before its doors shut tight. Before immediately deactivating, leaving just you and Desiree in the ruins of the hotel lobby with a smoking ghost trap…