I'm so happy, I've got people (myself included) actually excited for this sequel! Yay, excitement!

If you haven't read the first story Ghostbusting is VicTORIous, it's just like the movie Ghostbusters, if you don't wanna read the whole thing, you should at least read the original ending chapter or the character description at the very end of the first chapter so that you know something you're getting into. And if you forgot what happened: the Ghostbusters (Beck, Andre, Robbie, and Rex) were shut down and had to go the separate ways- small reminder.

Now I was totally unsure who to put in the Janoz role- the foreign art guy who likes Dana and becomes possessed by Vigo the Carpathian- and in the end, I decided not to choose anyone from the VicTORIous universe. Taking on the Janoz role will be…

…revealed in another chapter.

I'll create a legit reason for why I'm using the mystery person and how he or she will tie to the Ghostbusters so that it makes sense to you people.

Anyway, shall we begin?

Los Angeles- 5 Years Later

Five years (give or take) had come and gone since the Ghostbusters defeated Gozer. Hailed as heroes of Los Angeles, things started to go downhill. After a decline in business- in addition to hitting the president of the United States with their proton gun- the Ghostbusters were forced out of business and went their separate ways.

Beck Oliver, the "unofficial leader" of the Ghostbusters tried to go back to hitting on women like in the days before the Ghostbusters, but it was all for not at the end of the day/end of the brief relationships. No matter how hard he tried to move on he still missed his actress girlfriend Jade West (who had moved to London, England to further her career). Nevertheless, he had to move on and at least get a job. Beck had also discovered a passion for acting and was surprisingly good at it…not good enough to get to London, but he was still pretty good. Beck didn't have a steady job until the end of the prior year when he was offered to host a cheap-rate cable show for psychics- hey, a paycheck was a paycheck. Lately, he hadn't been keeping in touch with his other pals.

As for Andre Harris, yeah he still kept in touch with his friends as much as he could. Andre continued living at the former Ghostbusters' Firehouse headquarters (which he had rebuilt since the explosion five years prior) with his pet ghost, Slimer. Andre also kept his love for the paranormal even going so far as to start his own business, Andre's Paranormal Paradise; a store that sold miscellaneous paranormal objects, vast amounts of paranormal literature, and gum. He even managed to convince Tori Vega- the girl whose body got taken over by Gozer and afterwards eventually became a co-secretary to the Ghostbusters- to come and work with him. Surprisingly, Tori jumped at the chance to leave her exciting hotel cleaning job and work at Andre's shop- which prompted a number of suggestive jokes from Rex.

Speaking of Rex Powers, he was doing pretty decently for himself. Granted he hadn't had a steady job, steady girlfriend, or even a steady mode of transportation things were still okay for him. But at the start of the year, he managed to convince Andre to let him move into Andre's grandmother's house and get him a job at Andre's store. Shortly after being fired from his job, Rex repeatedly applied for jobs at- usually topless- bars before securing one at an old friend's modestly successful- not topless- bar near the community college campus.

Meanwhile on the college campus at UCLA, the final Ghostbuster Robbie Shapiro had worked his way up to secure his own laboratory in the science department. He was living with his longtime girlfriend and former Ghostbusters' secretary Cat Valentine in a comfortable house in a nice little neighborhood near campus. A man of science, most of his time did go into…well science, but he was still a very sweet boyfriend (according to Cat), a pretty cool friend (as Andre and Beck put it), and a nerdy fungus loving freak (a term coined by former adolescent bully turned friend Rex). But old habits are hard to break and he still carried his trusty PKE meter with him everywhere he went and would occasionally perfect instruments the Ghostbusters used to use.

The others were doing pretty well as can be expected. Sinjin van Cleef, the scrawny nerd who almost fell victim to Gozer, maintained a career in accounting. Heck, he was still the accountant to every one of the Ghostbusters. Sinjin also had strong, obsessive feelings for Jade as well, and didn't try to move on romantically anyway. Trina Vega, Tori's sister, ended up staying in Los Angeles to pursue a career in "fame and fortune". Trina acted alongside Beck and for the past two years and been trying to get Beck to fall in love with her. Mayor Lane Alexander had withheld his position in office for another term. No one was absolutely sure what became of the Ghostbusters' antagonist Walter Dickers, and quite frankly no one cared.

It seemed that everyone but Jade had stayed in Los Angeles. But she could only go so far with an acting career and eventually, she moved back to Los Angeles to start a whole new life for herself and her son. Yes, Jade was a mother now. After having her heart broken by a former troupe member (and then destroying his car and burning his house) Jade left London and went back to LA hoping to reconnect with Beck, but then she learned she was pregnant. Carefully considering her options, Jade felt it'd be best not to bring a baby into Beck's life and she decided to start her life in LA from scratch. She actually kept true to her word and was now living an adequate life with her nearly eight month old son, Ethan. From the looks of her life, it appeared as though Beck or the Ghostbusters would stay out of her life for good.

…

Jade, was walking home from a nearby store while pushing her son in his stroller. Her mind seemed to be wandering as she stepped in something gooey and pink. "Gross," she wiped it off her shoe. "This is why people shouldn't chew gum," she kept on going til she reached her apartment. The building's superintendent was in front arguing with a plumber as Jade made her way alongside them. "Yo," she barked at the superintendent, "make yourself useful and help me take some of this crap to my apartment."

The superintendent groaned. "You better watch how you talk West, I'm the superintendent not some butler."

"Shut your face a-hole," Jade let go of the stroller and hurled groceries at the superintendent. "And by the way, when are you gonna fix the lights in my kid's room?"

"I didn't do that?" the adults didn't notice the stroller roll a foot or two away.

"If you did you did a crap job because the lights won't stop flickering and…" Jade noticed the stroller had been moved.

"Fine I'll fix 'em, just ask nicer next time."

Jade ignored the man and moved forward to bring the stroller closer to her. But as she approached it, it started moving faster and on its own with her baby still inside. "WHOA!" She started to chase after it yelling for help and attracting the attention of onlookers who also tried to stop the stroller. For some reason, it was uncontrollable as it swerved into the street, bringing cars to screeching halts. The stroller kept on going, avoiding cars as if it was being controlled. Eventually, the stroller stopped a few blocks away in the middle of a busy street just as it seemed a bus was about to hit it. Jade instantly scooped up her unaffected son and held him close to her.

In that instant it didn't matter if Jade was trying to stay out of the Ghostbusters' lives; she needed their help.

…

Miles away as all this was going on, the Ecto-1 pulled into the driveway of a pretty high-class house in an upscale neighborhood. Rex was the first out of the passenger side followed by Andre, who exited via the driver's side. "Got the boom box?" Andre asked.

"Yep," Rex answered as he opened the back door. "Come on, let's suit up."

A woman was waiting for them. Once Andre and Rex situated themselves, she breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm glad you guys are here."

"How many are there?" Andre asked.

"Fourteen."

"How big are they?" Rex inquired.

"About four feet." Rex and Andre exchanged glances and sighed. The woman opened the door to reveal a bunch of little kids celebrating a birthday party. She clapped her hands to get their attention. "Okay kids, look who's here!" Andre and Rex entered the living room with enthusiasm and energy as the kids booed.

"I thought it was gonna be Iron Man," a little boy whined.

"Life's full of disappointment kid," Rex quietly said to the boy before perking up. "So, who's ready to have fun?"

An older looking boy approached the two ghostbusters. "My dad says you guys are full of crap."

"Well," Andre tried to keep a positive attitude, "I guess some people have trouble believing in the paranormal."

"No, he just says you're full of crap and that's why you guys ran out of business."

"Yeah well, at least we got our own theme song." Rex took this as a cue to start up the boom box they brought. "Sing along kids!" The two men then started to sing and dance to their theme song.

"If there's somethin' strange

In your neighborhood

Who you gonna call?"

"IRON MAN!" the kids all shouted. They continued chanting the superhero's name over the music.

"And it don't look good," Andre and Rex stated that part of the song with exasperation.

But in the end, they still got their payment. "Andre, I can't take no more," Rex put his money in his pocket. "I ain't gonna keep doin' kids' parties. It's not right to make a livin' entertainin' snot-nosed little brats."

"Yeah, but the holidays are comin' up and I could use a little extra cash," Andre interjected.

"Face it Andre, Ghostbusters don't exist no more. I betcha a year from now those kids won't remember who we are."

"Ungrateful little yuppie larva…and after all we did for this city!"

"We conjured up a hundred-foot marshmallow man, destroyed a historic apartment building, and ended up getting sued by the city of Los Angeles- not to mention all that marshmallowy funk that covered the streets was partly our fault."

"Yeah…but what a ride that was."

…

Taking no chances, Jade had left her son in the care of her mother and drove out to UCLA. Swallowing her pride, she knocked on the door to Robbie Shapiro's laboratory. Expecting him to answer wearing a typical lab coat and glasses with the wild mad scientist hair, she was surprised when he answered in a dapper looking vest, a nice shirt and tie, and for some reason jeans (plus he was looking a little more fit than before). "Wow, you look surprisingly normal."

Robbie stifled a laugh. "What did you expect; the stereotypical mad scientist lab coat and hair?"

"Actually yeah?"

"You didn't come here just to insult me did you?"

"Look, I need to talk to you about something real important."

"Of course, come in," he stepped aside so that she could enter his state-of-the-art lab. "What do you have to discuss with me?"

"I think there's something freaky after my baby."

"By baby you mean an actual infant?"

"No shit, Sherlock."

"Fascinating; I never pegged you as the maternal type. Could you explain what happened with your offspring?" Robbie reached for a clipboard and pen.

"Yeah I came back from the store wheeling my son in his stroller and I turn to talk to the asshole superintendent and the stroller starts moving on its own and onto the streets. I'm real grateful that it stopped before a bus hit my kid."

"And did anyone else see this happen?"

"A bunch of people. Do you think I'm imagining this?"

"I'm not saying that at all. It's just we scientists try to look for the simplest of explanations. Listen, I have some experiments to do; would you like to continue this conversation at a later date?"

"Hell no."

"Alright, then I suppose you can watch; just don't touch anything."

"Don't tell me what to do, nerd."

Robbie turned to his assistant. "Everything ready?" the assistant nodded. "Good, I'd like to start with the negative calibration," Robbie picked up some sort of device and moved closer to a window. Through the window, a couple could be seen arguing.

"This is science?"

"Partly, this is also a psychology experiment."

"So what's the deal?"

"I'm trying to determine whether human emotions actually affect the physical environment."

"Can these losers see us?"

"Nope. Mr. and Mrs. Harper think they're here for marriage counseling. We've kept them waiting for two and a half hours and I've been gradually increasing the temperature in the room. It's up to ninety-five degrees at the moment," Robbie's assistant stepped into the room. "Now my assistant is asking them if they'd mind waiting another half hour." Robbie and Jade watched the reactions. Mr. Harper seemed to hate this idea and started banging his head against the wall as Mrs. Harper tried to calm him down. Robbie just observed and wrote on the clipboard he was carrying.

"Okay, so what do you think?"

"I think Mr. Harper's headed for a breakdown."

"I meant about my issue."

"Oh, right the baby thing." Robbie tilted his head toward his assistant, "ready the next one." He moved to the next window as Jade followed. "I can understand you believing there's any paranormal activity, it seems like a definite possibility. If I take your case I'd like to get Andre's involvement."

"Whatever, but promise me you won't get Beck involved."

"I promise."

Jade took a pause. "You still hang out with Beck these days?"

"No, not really. Beck was pretty borderline for a while, then he crossed the border; the border being metaphorical of course."

"I never have, and never will understand you and your freakiness." Jade took another slight pause. "Does he…er, has Beck ever mentioned me?"

"No."

"Well, I guess I don't blame him." Jade looked through the next window and saw a little girl no older than five playing with toys. "Cute kid."

"I suppose."

"She yours?"

"No," Robbie said that sort of defensively.

"Oh," Jade thought she understood, "you and Cat broke up, huh?"

"For your information Cat and I are still together and very much in love."

"And you haven't knocked her up yet?"

"No, we're not married."

"What's being married have to do with kids?"

"Well..." Robbie tried to find the words to say, "...there is a certain way to...start a family...and she and I...well, we...we..."

Jade put the pieces together. "You telling me you haven't slept with her yet?"

Robbie's face turned a little red. "Cat and I don't believe in premarital intercourse."

"Well for your sake you better put a ring on her finger fast."

Robbie stifled a cough. "Yes, well, time to administer the affection test. Send in the puppy." Robbie (and Jade) watched as the assistant brought one of the most adorable puppies in and set it in the little girl's arms.

They sat in silence for a moment (Robbie taking notes) before Jade spoke. "I know I don't appreciate a lot of things, but I do appreciate you doing this thing for me."

"Hmm, motherhood seems to have softened you. Anywho, try not to worry about this; Andre and I will help you."

Jade snatched his clipboard and pencil from him. "Here's my number, call before you show up at my place. And please don't bring Beck."

"I promise I won't."

"Good," she thrusted the clipboard back at him, "see you whenever."

"Bye," Robbie watched Jade leave before motioning for his assistant to approach him. "Okay now remove the puppy."

…

Eight o'clock that evening; it was time for one of the highest rated cable access shows in Los Angeles (and considering many people didn't watch those types of channels, it was a pretty big deal). Beck sat in a seat and when it was his cue, he addressed his camera after the final commercial. "Welcome back to World of the Psychic and in case you've forgotten I'm your host Beck Oliver. My next guest today is local man and former teacher Erwin Sikowitz. Now Sikowitz, you recently blogged about you having visions of the end of the world, would you care to elaborate on that."

Sikowitz nodded. "My belief is that the world will end at the stroke of midnight on New Year's Eve."

"New Year's Eve this year?"

"Precisely."

"Is that all you have to say about that?"

"That's all there is to say."

"You're not going to go into further detail about how you saw the world coming to an end?"

"Nope," Sikowitz drank some coconut milk.

"Well, ladies and gentleman I predict it's clearly been a slow day for psychics."

"Good Gandhi, you're psychic?"

"And that's the end of tonight's show! Til the next time this is Beck Oliver saying," Beck stared at the camera and put his fingers to his head as if he was transmitting mental telepathy to the audience and then smiled to the camera, "goodnight Los Angeles."

"CUT!" the director yelled.

Beck went over to the director. "What gives Dale? We were supposed to get that telepathic spoon bending guy."

"He cancelled," Dale informed Beck.

"So you replace him with that whackjob?"

"He's the best we could get on short notice. Beck, everyone thinks you're a fraud and no respected psychic will come on this show."

"Well that's bull crap…everyone knows that I am a fraud!"

"I don't have time for you now, I gotta go shoot the mayor's new ad."

"The mayor's here? Where is he?"

"Like I'm gonna tell you anything. Go home and do something illegal for all I care but get outta here before-"

A bunch of officials gathered around the mayor basically burst through the studio doors. "Mayor Lane!" Beck ran past Dale and tried to get close to the mayor. "Mayor Lane, it's Beck Oliver."

The next thing Beck knew he was being led away. "Well, well Beck Oliver, we meet again."

"Dickless, so nice to see you again."

Walter Dickers tried to hold back his rage. "I'm surprised that you're not in prison by now."

"I'm not surprised you're still kissing ass for the government. You work for the mayor now?"

"After I was fired from the EPA I secured myself another high-end government job and now I work for the mayor as his new assistant."

"I bet you only got the job because you got a relative who knows someone who has access to the mayor."

"Good guess. If you must know my mother is friends with Mayor Lane's mother."

"Ouch, you played the Mom card- sneaky move there Dickless."

"Dickers!"

"Whatever, I need to talk to Lane."

"Why, there are no ghosts anywhere."

"And that's one of the reasons why I want to talk to his mayorship. See, I helped do a little job for the city a while back and got stiffed on the bill, and now I'm starting to think you had something to do with me and my guys not getting paid."

"That's a laugh."

"What is?"

"You thinking."

"Pretty lame comeback from an ass kissing Mama's Boy there Dickless."

By this point it was a miracle Dickers hadn't unleashed his rage. "Listen you little pissant, the mayor is running for Governor of California and the last thing we need is for him to be associated with two-bit frauds like you and your friends. Stay away from the mayor," Dickers started to leave.

"Hey, I'm a voter!" Beck called to him. "Aren't you supposed to lie to me and kiss my ass? You kiss everyone else's ass I can't imagine why you won't kiss mine Mr. Dickless."

"DICKERS!" Dickers screamed back at him. "MY NAME IS DICKERS!"

"Oh, it matters."

Yep, I couldn't find another antagonist as good/bad as Dickers. For the record; the new antagonist (besides Vigo the Carpathian) is Jack Hardemeyer, the mayor's assistant. Honestly, Hardemeyer was a frickin' asshole who I think was more of a threat to them than Walter Peck. Plus I said I couldn't find another guy to fill Hardemeyer's role so I gave an excuse to bring Dickers back, and back with a vengeance.

I hope this long intro has done its job introducing the characters and what has been going on and what not. If you have any questions about any changes PM me or ask in a review and I'd be more than happy to explain what's going on.

Oh, and I need help from you guys. See, a song called (Your Love Keeps Lifting Me) Higher and Higher will play a major role as the story goes on, but I decided not to use that song. Why? I doubt a lot of people have heard it and I wanted to go with something a little more modern-ish than that. So w/ the aid of a pal/sister we narrowed it down to three songs that we feel would be a better replacement. To add to the suspense (and to get votes) the top 3 song choices are in a poll on my profile. Choose which one you like best. I'm not sure when voting ends, but it won't be for a while.

Please and thank you.