A/N: I've been a Ghostbusters fan (RGB was my favorite cartoon ever!) for years, but this is my first ever Ghostbusters fanfic. So please be gentle lol. And unlike most other fanfics on here I've read, you won't be seeing any cussing, explicit (if any at all) sexual references\scenes, or alcoholic "memories".
For New York City, it had been a quiet week for the Ghostbusters. Not a single call had come in for so much as a haunted toaster. With none coming in, each Ghostbuster had been spending the week doing their own thing within the firehouse and today was no different. Egon worked on improving the equipment and Containment Unit, Winston sat in the kitchen eating a sandwich and reading the newspaper, Ray worked on Ecto-1, while Peter played his Super Nintendo.
Ray pulled out from underneath Ecto-1 as Egon made his way to the basement. In his hands were several traps.
"What are you up to" Ray asked.
"Just making sure the equipment is up to standards," Egon said. "Whenever our next call does come in, I highly doubt we want the possibility of the traps malfunctioning."
"At this rate, there's no telling when that might be," Ray said and sighed.
"Don't be so sad about it," Egon replied, "at least we've had time to work on the equipment and study the ghosts inside the Containment Unit."
"How's that been?"
"For a world filled with supernatural beings," Egon replied and walked to the basement, "boring."
Ray wiped the grease off his hands with the towel and stood. Slimer floated through the ceiling carrying several sandwiches and a banana. He spurted out several noises that equated to "Hi Ray" and gobbled the food down within three seconds.
"Hi Slimer," Ray replied. "Better slow down on that food. With the lack of jobs lately, there's no telling how long that will have to hold you." Slimer looked both shocked and sad as he spoke. "I know, I'm bored too." Ray grinned for a second. "I'll tell you what. Peter has some popcorn hidden in his pockets right now. If you go get it, he'll let you have it."
The sad expression turned to one of joy as Slimer zoomed up through the ceiling.
"SLIMER!" a voice screamed out several seconds later.
Ray giggled as he walked over to Janine's desk.
Meanwhile…
Moonlight broke through the otherwise darkening times. No one was around, but most people didn't visit the area. Even if any did, it wouldn't be during the night. Fortunately, that choice would save them.
For the time being.
It was nearing eleven p.m. in the city when a ghostly hand reached through the ground followed by the other. Lifting himself out of the grave, the spirit--almost demonic in appearance, complete with horns and all--stood on its feet for the first time in centuries. As the spirit looked around, his mind was filled with one thought.
It was time.