Violent at first, Quiet the next

When you reopened your eyes, you expected many things. You expected to see the same ceiling that you had come to know so well, you expected to feel a slight drowsiness when you were to blink your eyes awake, and you expected that you would get up like you did every other morning.

Get up, brush your teeth, take a quick shower, and get ready for the rest of the day and work on the latest project you had going on. Perhaps have a quick cup of coffee to sip on with a bagel on the side for breakfast.

Yet when you opened your eyes, you were not greeted with the same ceiling you had come to know so well, and when you blinked your eyes open, you had felt more awake and alert than you had in years, and you most certainly did not get up as you usually did.

For when you opened your eyes, you were greeted with the sight of a high tan marble ceiling and found your bed flanked with four large curvy white marble pillars. And each of these pillars were linked together with what looked to be green silk and gold embroidered fabrics that hung elegantly from the pillars.

You naturally were startled and tried to sit up to find out where on earth you were. But in doing so, you instantly knew that you were not alone. As with your sudden movement, you felt the weight of something that rested upon your chest move and, with a glance, down. You saw that upon your chest rested an elegantly delicate arm, decorated with a silver armband, a matching silver bracelet, and a few bluish silver bangles.

Following the arm, you were greeted with the sight of perhaps one of the most beautiful women you had ever laid your eyes upon.

She was curvaceous to the **** with curvy legs, large hips, and an equally large bubble-shaped ass that, despite being slightly obscured by her blue see-through belly dancer pants, looked like you could bounce a quarter off of it with ease. Moving upwards, you spotted her tight hourglass midsection, noting her sliver belt that had a large blue jewel, and further up, you spotted the woman’s massive rack that was barely contained by her blue strapless crop top that had a purple trim.

The woman who laid next to you had to have breasts that had to be G-Cups at the very least, with how massive they were. An from the fact that your right arm was sandwiched up against those large mammaries, you could feel the softness and the firmness that they held with them being soft and as firm as marshmallows, with her skin being as smooth as velvet.

Yet as you took in this unavoidable eye candy, you noted the woman’s long, almost knee-length, raven black hair that seemed to shine in the light and looked as smooth and as fine as silk. Trailing upwards from the woman’s raven-haired long locks. Your eyes spotted the blued silver circlet that rested upon her head before your eyes trailed down to her face. You could not help but note that her face as if it was someone had carved and shaped it from the finest and smoothest stone.

Her face had the shape of a diamond with a small but elegantly sharp chin that led upwards to a set of full plump lips coated with purple lipstick. Your eyes continued ever upwards to take in the woman’s perky, slightly upturned nose. An there, you had finally reached the woman eye’s and realized that she had awakened due to your actions.

The silence in the room was deafening as the two of you stared into each other’s eyes. Your Carmel brown meeting with her own blood-red ones. One might think it odd for another to have Blood red eyes, but then again, nothing about this woman that laid next to you was what one would expect. Her skin was a hauntingly green tone, with it being slightly cold to the touch. During your entire examination, you did not see her chest move, not even once. An with your arm as close as it was, you should have felt the beat of her heart, yet you felt nothing but cold silence.

The woman that laid next to you felt as dead as the grave, but the blink of her eyes told you otherwise, as her once beautiful upturned almond-shaped eyes filled with glowing red light as with a snarl that quickly crossed her face, you realized that you were in a great deal of trouble.

An quicker than you could have reacted, the arm that had once laid across your chest grew to immense sizes as the woman’s hand quickly gripped your upper body in a tight vise-like grip that left you gasping for air. As she quickly shot up from the bed, her arm attached to the hand that held you down, stretching and inflating like a rubber hose as her grip tightened. As you struggled to breathe as the woman’s legs vanished and transformed into what you could only describe as a genie’s tail that completely replaced her lower body. As the green-skinned beauty turned monster growled and soon lifted you up and brought you to face her.

“NO MAN SHALL TOUCH-!” The woman began to yell, only to freeze in place, as a blue light encapsulated both her and you. Freezing the both of you in place, leaving only both of your eyes to move freely. As you could instantly see the shocked look of panic across the woman’s face as the red light in her eyes died out. Leaving only a pair of wandering crimson orbs that scoured the room for the source of the light.

Yet, before you could do your own searching for the source of the mysterious light that may have just saved your life, you heard the sound of a projector screen descending, and with a glance to your left, which was to the foot of the bed, you saw a large projector screen slowly descend from the ceiling from a slot that suddenly opened up from the tan marble ceiling. Following your eyes, the woman that was currently manhandling you looked to her right (your left) and saw the projector screen, as well as; her eyes widened in surprise as the room suddenly darkened as another panel from above the two of you opened up. Revealing a projector that soon came to life and began to project onto the screen a heart with a set of wings attached to it, with church bells ringing on either side on a plain white background.

With a quick look around the room, you spotted in the corners of the ceiling and in the pillars was a state-of-the-art speaker system that was broadcasting the sound of the ringing bells on screen. Before, they too were soon replaced with a rather peppy, almost comically, hammy TV show host announcer who sounded like he was offering the grand prize on a game show.

"Congratulations, Desiree and Oscar Knox! We here at Cupid's Wishes would like to thank you both for using our services to find the "one" in your lives!” The announcer declared with a cheerful tone that just seemed to saturate his voice as both your own eyes and Desiree’s widened in shock and surprise. Though your own reasons differed, Desiree, as her hate-filled eyes slowly stopped glowing and filled with shock and absolute disbelief. You for not only recognizing the name but now the woman who held you aloft as your mind instantly started putting things together. As all of it began to fit together, yet as it did so. So to did a plan begin to form in your mind about how you could get Desiree to stop and listen to what you had say in a way that wouldn’t end up getting you killed by the ancient ghost.

“We hope you enjoy your new lives together and enjoy the new amenities of the new home we have graciously gifted to you two! As well as the optimized bodies we've given you! Now we're sure you want to go ahead and start your honeymoon and see the sights and sounds of the multi-verse!” The Announcer continued as even more ham began to fill his voice as now your own eyes widened in disbelief with Desiree’s own red ones. The multi-verse? The Multi-verse was real?!

You were mentally at war with yourself over the sheer insanity that the voice just casually brushed over. As it just confirmed the many-worlds theory, yet, as you were held aloft in a tight hold by a character that naught a few moments ago, you relegated to fiction. You had no other real choice but to accept that theory was not only right but VERY real. Yet, that also entailed several things, both great and very disturbing.

“But to do that, you must first make the marriage official with a dance underneath the sheets! Once that is done, you can traverse the multi-verse to your heart's desire!” The Announcer continued as now your brows really shot up to your hairline, and if you could, your jaw would have hit the floor as your face flushed red with embarrassment and complete disbelief. Something that was somewhat shared with the Genie Ghost that was holding you aloft in the air. Yet, her reaction was mixed with a second and third emotion, that being disgust, and what you could clearly see as rage in her eyes once again flared up with fiery hot red light as she tried to **** her frozen face into a snarl. You could only gulp mentally at the sight of such a powerful being's ever-growing rage as the announcer continued.

_“And remember you are now bound in holy matrimony for good and for ill, For life and for- for- for-!” _The Announcer paused for a second before his voice glitched out for a few seconds as he repeated his lasted words for a few more seconds, causing you to raise a single brow in alarm. Not only you, but Desiree herself had her rage slowly die once again as one of her own delicate brows rose in confusion at the announcer's message. Until the announcer began to correct himself as his voice instantly lost all of its hamminess and was instead replaced with a far more dull and lifeless robotic one.

”ERROR!” This new Announcer declared loudly as the message changed both on-screen and over the speakers. As the beating heart with wings and the ringing bells were soon replaced with the classic missing broadcast slide, found on old TV shows, that read “Experiencing Technical Difficulties, Please Stand by.”

This actually made both you and Desiree look at each other for a single moment as the two of you both shared at that moment a bit of concern and worry as the robotic and lifeless voice of the new Announcer began to drone on.

“Error,” He repeated. “Running Match Check… Processing… Error detected and identified….”

“Spouse is not alive, yet is amongst the living. Checking Match…. Match meets requirements but has caused unforeseen difficulties and dangers.” The Announcer rattled off. Unease began to well in your stomach as the automated system, from your guess, continued to rattle off what appeared to be some form of the system check.

“Running Gift check… Gifts deemed suitable… Running Home Check… Home deemed suitable for Match.” The automated Announcer continued, during which you glanced over to look at Desiree to see how she was taking all of this, and you saw what looked to be a small look of curiosity and concern fill her eyes as her brows scrunched in confusion at what the Announcer was doing. Not surprising, considering that she is from ancient times, on the bright side, at least she doesn’t look as furious as she was when the Announcer declared that they were apparently married. Yet, that relief was soon replaced with even greater unease and a tad bit of fear for what came next.

“Running Location Check… _ERROR! _Location is unstable and deemed highly dangerous to Match!” The Announcer declared as the screen flashed a red color before instantly cutting out. You were filled with uncertainty, but you prepped yourself mentally for whatever was to come, whatever was about to happen. With a glance, you could still see the confusion written across Desiree’s face being as plain as day. Good.

“Emergency protocols engaged, releasing Match from Stasis field, and please stand by for further instructions!” The Announcer stated before shutting off the projector, and the blue energy field that held both you and Desiree instantly cut off. Leaving the two of you floating in mid-air, suspended by Desiree’s ghost abilities. Yet, while Desiree was only filled with mild confusion, you were already filled with decisive action.

“Desiree, I wish you would let me go!” You wheezed out as the Genie ghost, not even comprehending your words, did as you wished.

“So you wished it, so it shall- what?” Desiree muttered before catching herself, but it was already too late as her overly large shapeshifted hand instantly released you. As you went tumbling from several feet up in the air into the large soft cushioning of the bed below you. Bouncing slightly as you rolled off of the bed and over to one side as Desiree blinked for a moment before her face once again filled itself with a nasty snarl as her almond-shaped eyes flashed with dangerous Smokey red light one more.

“You DARE-!” “DESIREE, I WISH YOU WOULD STOP AND LISTEN TO ME!” You shouted from your position on the floor, cutting off the enraged yell of the Buxom ghost genie as she halted in her lunge towards you as she physically fought with herself for a few seconds before gritting her teeth and hissed.

“So, you have wished it. So it shall be….” Desiree hissed out as she begrudgingly granted your wish as you began to slowly stand up. Seeing that the buxom and irate genie hovered over the overly large bed that the two of you shared not two minutes ago.

“Thank you. Now, look, I understand you're more than a little pissed at what just happened-!” “Little?!” Desiree bit out as her eyes filled with angry red light, but in response, you held up your hands as you began to slowly back away. Slightly frightened by the overwhelming anger that just seemed to flow off of Desiree like a river.

“Ok, Extremely pissed off, your extremely pissed off!” You said quickly as you continued to back away slowly from the genie in question until you ran into something that made you quickly glance back and what you saw was an odd collection of papers, with a glance to the irate Desiree, who still hovered in mid-air above the air. Glaring at you, growling slightly, as she just quietly hovered there… Menacingly.

Glancing back, you took a longer look and saw that the odd collection of papers were part of a much larger pile containing a few items of interest. The papers themselves were in a small stack of neat files that rested next to a much larger book with the words “Manuel” written upon it with the heart shape logo that appeared on the screen before. An next to the book were items of interest, one of which made Desiree growl slightly as she noticed where your eyes went and followed them to the offending item in particular. That being a large box of two dozen condoms that were apparently orange flavored.

Not wanting to linger any further on the object that may soon lead to your imminent destruction at the hands of a pissed-off genie ghost. You quickly turned your attention to the second item next to the box: a large, brightly neon green gift box tied together with a black and yellow striped ribbon. Your curiosity about its contents will have to wait as you quickly turn your attention back to the stack of files that sat nearby and quickly opened them up to hopefully find an answer or something that would stave off Desiree’s wrath long enough for you to think up another plan.

An there, in the topmost folder was your answer as inside was a pair of documents. One new and in English and the other much, much older and made of… Parchment? This disparity between the two papers actually made your panic-stricken mind stop for a second as you examined both papers.

The newer one was most obviously your own and was obviously the write-up you created for your… Online dating profile…

“Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me!” You mentally thought to yourself as you examined the paper as it certainly explained how the fuck you ended up in this situation. You must have unknowingly signed up for a Marriage system, not a Dating System, you would worry more about the apparent Shanghigh, but currently, you have a pissed-off ghost not too far from you.

Which instantly turns your attention to the second document in the folder, and it was much, much older. It was yellowed with age, cracked and worn from the ravages in time, and the ink upon the paper was faded but still surprisingly legible. The problem was it was in some form of Arabic, or is it Sanskrit? You can’t tell, but you can tell that Desiree has gotten tired of waiting as you can feel a sudden cold chill from behind you as it seems your wishes time has run out.

Because when you turn around to face the genie, you can see her charging up a blast in one hand with glowing red eyes and a pissed-off snarl that ran across her face. Instantly, you shut your eyes and uselessly placed the open folder in front of your face as a weak defense as you waited for the sudden rush of pain to hit you for when Desiree would blast you with an Ecto-blast.

Yet… nothing happened. There was no blast, there was no rush of pain, and there was certainly no quick and sudden end to your life. Instead, you stood there for what felt like hours, your face hiding behind the file you held in front of you. With your eyes shut tightly, waiting for the blow and sudden rush of pain to come, yet… nothing happened.

This sudden pause and the slow rise in the room temperature back to a much less frosty temperature. It gave you pause as you cracked open a single eye in confusion before blinking and questioning yourself about why you haven’t been blasted into a Smokey pile on the floor.

So, with a hesitant and slow movement, you brought down the stack of papers that you held in front of your face, and you were greeted with a sight that you weren’t exactly expecting.

Instead of the avatar of ghostly rage that you were expecting, glowing fiery eyes and all. You were instead met with the shocked face of Desiree as she floated there in front of you, unmoving, unblinking, with a face that looked completely lost as she floated there in front of you. Her jaw was slightly ajar, with her plump lips slightly parted as her almond-shaped eyes were open wide as her delicate brows reached her hairline in shock. An for a second, you assumed she was frozen by what you could only assume was the stasis field from earlier.

That is until you saw the ghostly beauty in front of you slowly begin to move as her breath became shaky as she closed her mouth and girt her teeth in what you could only assume was nervousness as one of her hands slowly and carefully reached forward and in response, you shut your eyes as her hand came close to your face. As you braced for the worst, only to hear the shuffling of paper and felt the movement of the paper held in between your fingers as you slowly cracked open an eye and saw Desiree's shapely backside as she floated away from you slowly.

You were uncertain how to react as just a few seconds ago, Desiree was about to rip you limb from limb. Only for her to now float there with her back turned to you, as you could only stand there with confusion written across your face. Which only grew as Desiree's form began to shake as she held the aged piece of parchment that was once in your hands tightly in her hands. Confused and Curious, You walked forward, and as you drew closer, you could hear Desiree's breath grow heavy and inconsistent as her body began to shake and quake even more as she began to hold the parchment in her hands even tighter and tighter as the aged piece of history looked ready to fall apart and tear.

You were uncertain how to approach the ghostly beauty in front of you, and yet despite her nearly tearing you apart a few seconds ago. You couldn't help be concerned as you reached out a single hand to gently touch her shoulder.

"Desiree, are you... Ok...?" You trailed off as you placed a single hand on Desiree's shoulder and instantly made the ghostly woman turn to face you, and you were greeted with the alarming sight of a teary-eyed Desiree. As mascara began to bleed from her eyes as she looks back to face you. Desiree, no longer even caring about your touch as the tears began to run down the sides of her face as she began to hyperventilate before she quickly shut those teary red eyes of hers. As she quickly shrugged off your touch and with a single cry, she ripped the delicate piece of parchment in her hands in two as the ancient piece of history fell to pieces from this sudden act.

Before Desiree quickly darted away from you and through the large double doors that led out of the room as she let loose a long series of cries and wailed as the tears began to fall from her face as she became intangible and quickly vanished through the door and soon the floor. As the double doors flew open from her sudden exit from the master bedroom, before leaving you there, standing like a fool.

"...What the hell just happened...?" You quietly muttered to yourself after a second of silence. Confused, you could only stand there in the now-empty master bedroom in confusion before letting loose a heavy sigh and rubbing the back of your head. Unsure what to do next, your eyes briefly looked over to where the Colorful gift box rested, and with a shrug of your shoulders, you decided to investigate your apparent wedding gift.

Walking over and grabbing the gift in question and taking a seat on your new bed, you cracked open the box and were treated with an interesting sight of a small bottle and a belt buckle?

Pulling out the Belt Buckle first, you examined it closely and found it to be not all that different from any normal licensed piece of Ghostbusters paraphernalia. It was in the shape of the classic round logo of the ghostbusters, and It wasn’t all that large as it easily fits into the palm of your hand. And it was surprisingly heavy, not so heavy that it was over a pound, but it felt… dense. Yes, dense, in the grip of your hand.

Turning it over, you were surprised to see that the buckle had a bit of thickness to it, with being about a quarter of a playing card deck thick, with the rest of the metal bits outside of the logo being covered in matte black paint.

It was certainly an odd bit of apparel, but it didn’t seem out of place. Putting the Belt buckle down on the bed, you then pick up the other item in the box, that being the strange green soda bottle.

The bottle was shaped rather normally for what appeared to be a classic clear glass soda bottle. But the substance inside was a bit different with it being an almost neon green color, and it was emblazoned with the classic ghostbusters logo on the black and yellow striped label and was named Ecto-Lover.

"The Knock’em Dead again with that Ghostbuster Charm!"

Well… that is certainly… an odd one, but you’ve certainly seen worse slogans, and considering it even had a table on the back explaining its contents, it appeared, for the most part, to look like a legitimate soft drink safe for human consumption.

Feeling a bit thirsty and needing something to wake you up and ease over what just happened with Desiree. You Shrugged your shoulders and decided to take a swig of the substance, and with a quick twist of the cap, you take part of this odd unlicensed Ghostbusters drink. Your tastebuds go wild for a second as you smack your lips slightly at the odd orangey, limey, and lemony taste that fills your mouth as the soda is surprisingly sweet and tart.

Yet then you feel a small tingling sensation as it travels down your throat. It was slightly refreshing and fizzy throughout its taste and after taste. After a few seconds after this first hesitant sip, feeling nothing but the sweet and tart aftertaste. You decide to continue to drink this odd but refreshing drink.

As you do so, you decide to check on the paperwork that you held moments ago to defend yourself from Desiree’s rage. Seeing as you placed it next to you when you sat down with the gift box. You are quickly able to pick it back up and begin reading into this apparent marriage that you have been shanghaied into by accident.

Which by the time you finished your drink, you learn several things about this abrupt marriage you were tricked into and, more importantly, what you would have to do to break it. It went along the lines of a very badly written poem. It was vague and slightly unclear about how the marriage could be broken, but the general gist and understanding were there.

So as you place the now empty bottle of Ecto-lover down on the cold marble floor. You stop and think to yourself about what you should do in this situation. Your mind is a mess, and a part of yourself can’t actually believe what’s happened. But as the slow ache from your bruised ribs starts to kick in, you understand quite clearly that this is no illusion.

Which only makes the confusion in your mind even greater as you ask yourself what is the right thing to do in this situation? What should you do? What should Desiree do? What is she and possibly you going to do about this?

All of this makes you want to scream on the inside, but instead, your body only flops backwards onto the soft fabrics of your new apparent bed as you unleash a heavy sigh and wince slightly as your ribs protest at such an action. As they were still tender from Desiree’s previous manhandling, yet as you felt this pain, you also noticed something rather odd that you originally assumed was a part of the pain from said manhandling.

As you noticed that your shirt, no all of your clothes suddenly felt… Off. Causing you to sit up slightly from your position on your bed, and in doing so, you noticed something strange. As the room suddenly felt a bit smaller in size, causing you to blink and stand up. An when you rose to your full height, you finally noticed why everything felt off.

Your clothes and the room weren’t getting smaller. You had grown taller!

Something you easily felt as you stood up as now your outfit consisting of a white T-shirt and black gym shorts suddenly looked and felt a size or two too small. As your clothing clung tightly to your new form, allowing you to see the true difference between your old form and your apparent new one.

You were always one to keep yourself in shape, you didn't have a six-pack or anything, but now with just a glance, now you did. In fact, all of your form had a distinct balance between being muscular and being cut and defined. Seeing this, you instantly glanced around the room to see if there was a mirror nearby, and sure enough. There off the side of the room, on the side in which Desiree woke upon, there was a full-body mirror, and with a jog, quicker than you were used to, you stood in front of the full-body mirror and gazed upon your newly changed form.

You were... Taller, around your father's height from what you could guestimate. As it looked like you stood around 6'2 to 6'4. Not only this, but that definition you spotted before was accompanied by some serious muscle, not so much that you looked like a bodybuilder. No, you had the body mass similar to that of a wrestler, with a strong, stocky body that wasn't purely muscle, but at the same time with very little fat. You had big arms, big legs, and you had big shoulders.

Which combined with your already broad shoulders, gave you a far more top-heavy look. Which considering you already had problems with wearing suits without making them look like ridiculous power suits with overly large shoulders. You looked like you were always ready for a scrap. If you had to place your body type, you would say you looked a lot like a bouncer.

With a big intimidating form, with large shoulders and visible but easily hidden muscles that could easily lay a man out with a single punch.

Yet, it was the fact that you no longer had any scars or blemishes on your skin. Was this an effect of that body optimization the announcer talked about?

The new physical muscle you saw, on the other hand, had to be the work of the soft drink you just ingested. It's the only possible thing outside of the body optimization. Something you should look into later...

"God, even my face is different." You thought to yourself as you looked up from examining your body and looked more closely at your face. As it was now completely different from what you were used to looking at every day.

The same features were still there, A sharp small nose, Small caramel brown eyes, a natural scowl, high cheekbones, and a strong jaw. But now they were... Refined for the lack of a better word. As if someone took your face and smoothened it out, carved it to be more angular, and had the goal in mind of turning you into a handsome lover boy.

Honestly, you looked a lot like a young 18-year-old Elvis. In fact, you could perhaps be mistaken for him if you had the right hairdo outside of your normal short black hair. Hell, put you next to the guy, and most would think you were his angry-looking Half Asian twin brother.

Your dad did say when your grandad was younger. He looked like Elvis. You suppose that now holds true for you as well. Yet, what stood out the most to you was how young you looked. You already had a babyface, as people often mistook you for a 20-year-old despite being 24. But now it looked and even felt like you were even younger than that, as it looked like you were 18 all over again.

You… You did not know how to react to the situation. How could you? Something like this isn’t exactly normal, and all you could really do was simply stare at your own stupid gobsmacked face in the mirror.

You are uncertain of what exactly you should do, what you should be doing, or what you were going to do. When faced with this insane situation, all you could do was breathe out a heavy sigh of disbelief and frustration. As the situation just seemed to spiral more and more out of control with each passing second and with each discovery you make.

However, this disbelief would soon return into shock and surprise as the entire world around you began to quake as with a loud boom, the entire hotel shook once. Then twice, then three more times, as suddenly a deafening siren began to go off, as the announcer once again returned, his voice still methodical and cold, obviously a prerecorded or synthesized message is the entire building around you continue to shake uncontrollably.

At first, you honestly thought it was an earthquake, but as the announcer began to speak, you realized it was something far worse.

“Warning! An unknown entity is trying to gain access to home designated as: the last resort hotel! Emergency protocols engaged, emergency jump will occur in 30 minutes.” Announced the automated system of the hotel as the building continued to shake. During which your mind ran heavy with 1000 different thoughts.

Unknown entity? Last resort hotel? Emergency jump?!

“What on earth is happening?!” You thought to yourself briefly as he tried to steady yourself by grabbing onto the nearest object available. That being a nearby dresser, but as you did so, you noticed a bright flashing light coming from the bed, along with a very familiar klaxon.

*Bwah, Bwah, Bwah!*

It took you a second to recognize the sound, but you would know that klaxon from anywhere. That was the signature sound of the Ghostbusters Ecto one ghost klaxon. The one played loudly and proudly by the Ecto one as it would drive through the streets of New York is the Ghostbusters would rush from one haunting to the next.

Looking for the source of the klaxon, you immediately spotted coming from the bed, from none other than where you placed down the… Belt buckle?

Stumbling over, you discover that indeed the belt buckle is the source of the sound and itself is giving up a ghostly green glow. Highlighting the signature ghost of the belt buckle, turning it to a bright neon green. Picking it up, the klaxon suddenly stops, and you hear a sudden shifting of something, and with a quick look around. You see the source of it, and it appears that what appeared to be a nearby indent in the wall suddenly shifted to reveal something.

Stumbling over, you see that this indent in the wall was originally home to what appeared to be a walk-in closet. Opening the closet, you find many things, most of them your own personal clothing, but towards the back of the walk-in closet. Appeared to be a sudden opening, as if something shifted away to reveal what looked to be a fireman’s pole?

It took you a second or two to realize what was happening, but soon it all came together in your mind as you briefly glanced at the belt buckle in your hand and that the firemen’s pole several times. As you remembered… The firehouse, Ghostbusters HQ, had a fireman’s pole to quickly deploy the Ghostbusters to the Ecto one. So that they could quickly get out there and fight… Ghosts…

“Wait, are we under attack from ghosts?!” You sputtered a loud and disbelief before your mind quickly stopped for a second as he remembered what exactly has occurred in the last 30 minutes before palming your face at the stupidity of your own words.

“Of course… Of course, we are under attack from ghosts, because why not!” You muttered sarcastically to yourself as the building once again shook to remind you what was happening. Causing you to briefly look down at the belt buckle in your hand and the firemen’s pole that set towards the back. You had a brief moment of hesitation, as her own common sense told you not to go down and use the pole, but you’ve already taken so many risks already. What’s one more at this point?

So with a quick movement, you stumble your way over to the pole. Pocket the Beltbuckle and grasp the fireman pole tightly before sliding down into the darkness that waited below.

You had no idea how far or how long the trip lasted, but you could certainly feel the speed that you were picking up. It was quick, but not so quick that it would cause concern, but it was still a little terrifying as you glided through the darkness.

As you did so, you felt a brief moment where it felt as if something touched you, something cold but not discomforting. As you quickly gripped the pole tighter in surprise and shock, before the tunnel suddenly lit up and your sudden ride through darkness stopped. As you quickly landed on top of a soft gel-like padding that absorbed all the momentum from your slide down through the darkness.

Quickly stepping off of the gel padding, you were greeted with the sight of a room that looked like it belonged in a science-fiction comic. It was a room stacked high with all sorts of computers, lab equipment, and various different scientific doodads that completely escape your own understanding. But what drew your attention the most was what was obviously a large supercomputer, which was already displaying a rather concerning image.

As on the large screen of the supercomputer, you saw what was obviously a hotel lobby, a very elegantly decorated Art Deco hotel lobby. One that you more than likely the lobby to this new home of yours, this last resort hotel.

Yet what was happening in the lobby was most concerning of all, as they are in the middle of the lobby was none other than Desiree. She was in quite a bit of trouble from the looks of it, as she was apparently fighting off an entire army that looked to be other ghosts. Some of which looked… Goofy, to say the very least.

Yet what truly drew your eye was the apparent leader of this large collection of misfit minions that seem to be ransacking the hotel lobby and duking it out with Desiree. Outside of his Goofy minions, this one looked far more structured, a little bit more respectable. However, that term can be used loosely for what looked to be a discount Skeletor in your eyes.

As the being that stood in the center of the lobby, watching and laughing in a burst of very Goofy laughter as Desiree fought off the large horde of minions was a being dressed in a red cloak that hid most of his body. But what was visible obviously showed that the being was not human. He was a skeleton, from the looks of it. A skeleton that was melded with technology?

A cyborg skeleton that was controlling an army of ghostly minions, who also appeared to be slightly mechanical in nature? This was extremely odd, and it took you a second or so to actually recognize this tall, strangely dressed, and extremely odd being that was now harassing Desiree with his army of misfit minions.

He was prime evil, a joke of a villain from the lesser-known and far less popular classic Ghostbusters cartoon. The extremely campy cartoon that displayed not the well-known Ghostbusters of New York but a pair of goofball Ghostbusters who were nothing like the classic four Ghostbusters known the world over. The show was created by Filmation and was released and not that long after the original Ghostbusters movie came out. Needless to say, a lot of kids at home were rather confused at the sudden cast change, and the show was soon dropped off and replaced with the far more serious and far more recognizable one, which was named the real Ghostbusters, which had all four of the classic Ghostbusters known the world over in it.

This was the threat invading the hotel? This campy idiot?

This was something that caused you no end of disbelief, but as you watch Desiree fight and slowly lose steam fighting off wave after wave of prime evil’s misfit minions. You soon realized that despite being campy, prime evil still offered a serious threat to not only you but also Desiree as the female ghost looked tired, exhausted from fighting off so many of these little annoying ghosts at once.

She was powerful, she can handle pretty much any ghost out there, but you know what they say… Quantity has a quality of its own, and that was very apparent in this situation. She was going to lose. That much was certain in your mind.

Soon your mind raked over the thought of what you should do. Should you go down there and fight? Or should you simply wait for the emergency jump announced by the automated system to activate?

As these thoughts gripped your mind, you quickly looked around the room and spotted something of great interest.

As they are laying upon a rack, next to a series of lockers, one of which had your name on it. It was none other than the universally recognized tool and iconic weapon of the Ghostbusters.

The proton pack.

It rested there, right next to a locker that more than likely had a change of clothes inside of it. Both of which just seem to call out to you as you stared at them from your spot next to the supercomputer.

"Warning! Emergency Jump will Occur in 25 minutes" The Automated Alarm sounded as your breath hitched, and your body stilled as you glanced between the proton pack and the locker, to the supercomputer where Desiree was soon about to lose against her campy enemy and his army of misfit minions.