Hello!
This is my second Ghostbusters fanfiction. All these plot bunnies keep coming.
My mind is just a field of rabbit poo.
I hope you enjoy this! Please review!
"Come and get your sandwich, come and get your sandwich please." Holtz walked down the dusty hallway to the bathroom, singing happily. "You want your little sandwich? Abby-"
The door suddenly swinged open with a creak. "Hello Jillian." Abby said, her face only a few inches from Holtzmann's.
Holtzmann was momentarily surprised at the closeness and the use of her first name, before shrugging it off. This must just be one of Abby's weird days.
"Hello Abby." Holtz waited for Abby to speak. "You ok?"
"I'm quite well." Abby said in a tone that was very unlike her normal one. She smiled widely, before turning away and walking down the hallway.
Holtz pulled a weird face at her friend's back, before following her down the hall.
"Abby! We got you a sandwich. You need food, man." Patty said, greeting her. Abby just smiled in that very non-Abby way.
Holtz leaned against the table, watching Abby curiously as she went through Holtzmann's spare parts pile. Abby put down a rubber hose and picked up a sturdy lead pipe that Holtz found in the dumpster outside her apartment.
"Ah! You found my pipe. I'm going to make a proton shotgun. Pretty cool, right?" When Abby didn't say anything, Holtz continued. "And if that doesn't work, we can just swing it around and break stuff, so it's kinda a win-win."
Abby's odd smile disappeared from her face in an instant. She glared at them before striding over to the wall where Holtz's new pack was hanging.
She ripped off the faraday cage.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Holtz yelled in horror, watching her best friend.
Abby ignored Holtzmann and struck it over and over with the pipe, sparks flying everywhere. Holtz was shocked. Abby knew how much her inventions meant to her. This move was a real punch in the gut.
"NOT MY BABIES!" Holtz roared. She ran over to Abby and tried to grab the pipe away from her. Abby pushed her arm away. Holtz grabbed her and tried to drag her away.
Abby twisted her arm and threw her across the room, where she crashed to the ground. Holtz yelped as she struck her head on the grubby floor.
"I knew you shoulda had that sandwich! Low blood sugar is serious-" Patty said loudly.
Abby regained that creepy smile again. "Hello Patricia." She said, throwing the pipe at her.
Patty tried to dodge but crashed into the table. The lead pipe struck hr hard in the head.
She didn't even have enough time to look surprised. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she dropped to the floor with a sigh, knocked out cold.
Holtzmann was unaware of this. She couldn't hear anything but the voices screaming at her in her head, couldn't see anything but the black spots taking over her vision, couldn't feel anything but the lump forming on her forehead.
Abby strode over to her and grabbed her by the throat.
Holtz's eyes flew open. She yelped as Abby's strong hands squeezed her windpipe. Holtzmann scrabbled at Abby's hands frantically, quickly running out of oxygen. She tried in vain to pry Abby's hands away.
Abby walked over to the window in a few long steps. She slammed Holtz into it with extreme force, and it shattered. Holtz felt little particles of glass penetrating her back.
Holtz tried even harder to escape Abby's grip. Abby smiled at her with angry eyes. "Look at the view." She said, still staring into Holtzmann's scared, blue eyes.
Holtzmann was scared at what she saw in them. Anger. Hate. A thirst for blood.
This was NOT Abby.
"Rowan." She croaked. Not-Abby's grin grew even wider.
"This is fun, right?" She said as an answer.
Holtz gave up on trying to pry not-Abby's hands away, and punched her in the face instead. She felt cartilage crack and she winced.
It did the trick, though. Abby's firm grip loosened slightly, and that was enough. Holtz ripped not-Abby's hands away and leapt onto the windowsill.
Not-Abby roared in frustration. Holtz began running over to her workbench, but her escape was short-lived. Not-Abby grabbed the back of her shirt and hung her out the window.
"Isn't this fun?" Not-Abby said menacingly. Holtz grabbed onto not-Abby's arm.
"Abby-no… please Rowan. Don't do this." Holtz begged. She stared into not-Abby's face, willing her not to let go. She wasn't ready to die.
Not-Abby's grip tightened on her shirt. Not-Abby ripped Holtz's hand from her arm.
"No can do. Goodbye!" She said.
And then she let go.
I'm going to warn you in advance-I'm not very good with this science stuff. I'm just a year seven who's obsessed with Ghostbusters.
I'll try my best! Oh, and feel free to correct me if I get any science terms wrong.
Thanks for reading! Review!