Chapter 2: You're All Hired

Arc 1: The Call

2 Weeks later…

New York City.

May 21, 2019.

"Hello, New York! This is AR Bob with the evening report. Due to construction on 6th Street, traffic will be a little more jammed than usual. Then again, when is it not? Over on the Brooklyn side of town, the Westmore T- Station will be running on only one track due to tunnel flooding from last week's storms. And The Yankees won 2-1, Go Yankees!

In other news, the Rocky Mo Dance club on Smith Avenue will be closed for the week due to slime that was leaking from the drainage pipes. The damage could have been worse, had it not been for our favorite NYC response team, the Protonix Ghostbusters. Thanks to their efforts in protecting our city, a big celebration is being planned to mark the five year anniversary of their help to the city. The celebration is set to begin within a week, so it should be enough time for you ghostheads out there to dress up as your favorite buster.

And remember, if there's something strange in your neighbourhood, who ya gonna call? "

Across the island of Manhattan, hundreds to thousands of citizens went about their daily life. Far off in the more residential areas, the leader of the Ghostbusters himself was just wrapping up a job.

"Alright Mrs. Watterson, that patch should clear up any more slime that the blower couldn't reach. If any does come back, just give us a call." Walking out the front door of the house came the 25 year old ghosted, completely suited in a pair of jet black cargo pants with his iconic jacket. Strapped around his back sat the large device that allowed Ghostbusting to happen.

"Thanks again for coming. I still don't know how those two find that stuff." Following behind him was a 37-year-old woman that had a shaded blue hairstyle with a white shirt and gray skirt.

"It's no problem. Take care, now," he said, walking down the steps. Parked over at the curb sat his hot rod of a bike, Ecto-X1. It was a heavily modified military bike that had a sleek white and red colour scheme, with two large red 'No' symbols over the rims. The most eye-popping part was the large, black-and-silver engine block. Instead of a normal gas engine, this had a large drum that looked like someone took off the bottom half of a proton pack and connected it to the bike. Heading to the back, Derek unlatched the pack's straps from around him. Swinging it around, he placed the 90-pound pack onto the rack that sat on top of the rear fender. Pulling over the protective bash cage, he jumped over onto the seat.

The motorcycle hummed to life as he pulled off the sidewalk and onto the road, heading back towards the city with the siren blazing.

Brooklyn.

On the other side of the East River, another part of the team was in the middle of a more difficult task.

"BLAST IT!"

On the cue, three bright-orange energy beams lit up a building. Flashes of blue and yellow followed as screams echoed through the structure. The main doors were busted open as two blobs flew out into the open. Before they could get away, two beams wrapped around them as a bright flash enveloped the blobs. They quickly dropped closer to the ground until they completely disappeared into a foot-sized black box.

"And that's two in the box, ready to go!" one Ghostbuster yelled out, firing a large blast of proton energy. Beside him stood two others. Each one was wearing a jumpsuit, one deep red, one all black and one patched orange.

"Danny! What did we say about Boson Darts?!" Mike Docks, the team's enforcer, barked at the offending Ghostbuster.

"Oh, come on. Even you're happy we got those two before they got into the forks and knives." Danny said, holstering his proton gun and grabbing the smoking trap. Mike just rolled his eyes as he and the brothers headed back towards Ecto-4MC, a modified utility truck that had a large cannon-like thrower on the roof, which was decked out with large metal cases.

"So what's next?" Ben asked, placing his pack in the truck.

"Let's see," Mike said, pulling out a list from his side pocket. "We have three more cleanup jobs, a possible possession, a demonic possession and reports of more slime leaking from a storm drain." Putting the list back, Docks walked around to the driver's seat. Both Ben and Danny just sighed as they hopped in the truck. Flipping on the siren, Mike gunned the truck out of the parking lot as they headed to the next job.

Near the center of Manhattan, just out-of-view from Central Park, stood a building that had been known for being a legendary fire station and movie location. Now, the iconic firehouse, known by many, served as headquarters to the Protonix Ghostbusters. The building itself was heavily renovated to fit the needs of the large team. The very inside looked like the modern day version of the original Ghostbusters Firehouse. The area around the building was also different compared to everything else. A large three-vehicle parking bay extended beside the building, while a large helipad and hangar stood on top. Towards the back left corner of the building was a much larger extension to the original building that served as the research-and-development facility and living quarters. Hanging just above the main door and bay was a lead sign that represented the team: A No-Ghost logo with a red, rusted gear on the outline, with a metallic ghost and a proton gun across the slash.

Inside the building, the layout was much different. The place where Peter Venkman's office was now held a waiting room for clients and the secretary desk. A balcony rested over the entire setup. It was used more for group meetings or just storage. Parked on the side of the right wall sat a massive red and white semi truck with all sorts of equipment inside the trailer. The Ghostbusters logo and name were printed on the trailer's side, and a roof rack covered the front half of the roof with a miniature heli pad on the back half.

"Leo! Hey, Leo!"

Walking out in an indigo jumpsuit, Rachel Bucker, the Protonix Ghostbusters part time historian and full time medic, walked out of a side door that led to the offices. Heading over to the trailer, she walked up the access ramp. One would be shocked at the amount of room inside the trailer, but for her, it was more than normal. Passing the equipment rack and laboratory, she entered the containment room, a portion of the trailer that held the portable containment unit, which in turn powered the semi.

"Leo?" She asked, looking around at the mess. Sitting over in the corner, with his back against the unit and a Times magazine over his sleeping face, was the brain behind the tech.

"Leo!" Rachel shouted, kicking at his legs. Leo barely moved from his sleep. Rolling her eyes, Rachel stepped back, over to the Containment Unit interface, placing her hand on the palm scanner. The control panel opened up. Reaching inside, she turned a key, then pulled a small lever.

Red lights quickly filled the truck as a alarm began to sound.

"Warning, Laser Grid Deactivated. Self Destruct in 60 seconds."

"Warning, Laser Grid Deactivated. Self Destruct in 45 seconds."

"Warning, Laser Grid Deactivated. Self Destruct in 30 seconds."

"Warning, Laser Grid Deactivated. Self Destruct in 15 seconds."

Faster than the naked eye could see, Leo jumped up from his place and quickly pulled the lever up and pulled the main 'flush' lever down.

"Laser Grid Reactivated."

Making sure that it was safe, he pulled the handle up while closing the control panel. "If you're trying to doom us all, then it is working," he said in a frustrated yawn. Lack of sleep was clear to Rachel. His black and orange jumpsuit was halfway on and tied around his waist, and his white undershirt had several food and slime stains on it.

"Says the guy sleeping with his work again. Don't tell me you had a jar of slime with you," she said, crossing her arms as a smirk creeped across her face. Leo could only sigh in defeat.

"Has Jack come back yet with those parts?" he asked as he started cleaning up the mess he made.

"He called five minutes ago. He's on his way now." Rachel said, stepping out. Before she could get out of the trailer, the main doors swung open. Pulling into the firehouse slowly, Derek brought his bike up beside the truck. Hopping off, he reached over and pulled out two still-smoking ghost traps.

"Well, you got back fast." Rachel smiled as she walked up to him. "How did it go?"

"Another Blob Ghoul and three Class 2 repeaters. Also, Watterson is paying with debit, so expect that pretty soon." Reaching out, Rachel took the two traps from his hands as he let go of the pack, letting it slide to the ground.

"I guess I'll put these away while you go get cleaned up." She said, walking away to the back stairs.

"Couldn't argue with that." Derek said, heading up the main stairs to the upper level.

Ignitus' POV, several moments ago

A headache, God, this headache... It felt like I just ran head first into a mountain. Opening one eye, I was taken by a strange sight. The sun's mostly blocked by tall structures surrounding me. And the smell... Oh, the smell... It was just like the smell in the prison I was captured in. Adjusting, I held a claw up to try to rub away the pulsing pain. But what I feel is… strange.

Looking down, I see that I'm not what I was. My body had shrunk, and I was more thin. My arms were now two skinny and my talons were replaced with... what was the word again? Hands, that's it, they were replaced with hands. I was dressed in bright orange clothing, or what the moles call suits. A red undercloth was just visible under the darker orange. Twisting my body around, I jumped to my feet, and the headache quickly returns. I clutched my head with both hands as if it was going to explode. After standing still for a moment, I moved towards the opening. The light became much brighter, the sounds, much louder.

Once my eyes adjusted to the light, I was amazed. Gigantic buildings were everywhere, towering high into the sky. On the ground there were countless strange beings, all dressed in strange clothing, all running around like insects.

Walking out more, I stepped past the rushing crowds into the more open street. Before I could step out, a loud yellow object raced by. Soon, others of different color and sizes roared by. Waiting for the right moment, I took a quick glance in each direction. Stepping onto the path, I dashed over to the other side. Some of the objects stopped or weaved past me while letting out strange honks. Shrugging it off, I continued down alongside the road. Despite what I looked like, nobody even looked at me. Most were just walking or were looking down at a small glowing object in their hand.

'Volteer would be in paradise learning about this stuff. Hehe.'

Rounding the corner, I came to a stop. Sticking out of the side of a building was a small green shack that looked like a market venue, but was covered in papers rather than foods. Most of the papers that people were taking each had different images of the same people. One read out across the top, 'Ghostbustin' Forever', in bold with an image of eight people huddled around a large white object, like the ones on the street.

"Hey buddy, you gonna buy it or not?" A large man said, looking down at me.

"Ummm, no, but are you able to give me directions to them?" I asked, holding the paper up. He turned to me with a dumbfounded look, and others who stood by did the same.

"Really? Where have you been, sleeping under a rock for the past 6 years?"

"I'm... not from around this side of the world." I shot back a glare at him. He merely shrugged his shoulders as he tended to others waiting.

"Alright. If you're looking for the Ghostbusters, just head 4 blocks that way and 'round the corner. You'll know it when you see it," he said, pointing down the road. I quickly turn to head in said direction.

"Thank you!" I shouted as I made my way towards the "Ghostbusters'" domain.

40 minutes and 4 blocks later…

This city was unbearable. I felt like at any moment I would just snap at one of these people if I didn't heed the task at hand. I had to ask seven other people to find my way to the building, and four blocks of walking was a pain compared to flying. Rounding the corner, I could see the large red building the vendor mentioned. A strange sign was hanging from one entrance while people passed by, some stopping in front of it to pose, while one emitted a flash of light from a device before moving on. Heading down the path, I could see more and more to the place. A larger extension lay out from the side, with three more doors covered in glass.

But then, I stopped. A weird wailing caught in my ears, and it was getting closer. Turning back, I could see others watching a person zoom by me. A blue light flashed over the white machine he was in as the rider waved to people. As I was watching carefully, it pulled up to the building, the large doors swinging open as he disappeared inside.

'This has got to be it.'

Dashing across the street, I stepped up to the large red doors. Pushing on the middle, I tried to open the doors, but nothing happened. Grabbing the small handle, I yank it back. Instead of the entire door, a much smaller one opened.

'A door in a door? These people are strange.'

Stepping inside, I felt a blast of air go past me. The inside was much bigger than I thought. A large white object sat on the right, one that took up a large portion of the room. In front of it, I could see the object the man came in with. Walking past both, I looked around to find him. The sound of clanking metal filled the room as I looked over to see a female walking out from under the staircase.

"Oh, hello, sir, is there something I can help you with?" She asked, walking over to the desk in front of her.

"Ah, yes, there is. I was hoping to talk to the Ghostbusters," I lied. Knowing what Chronicler said I should try to work my way in with their official. Glancing at the clothing she wore, I could see the word 'Bucker' imprinted in a bright yellow. Possibly her name, I supposed.

"Do you have an appointment?" She asked, writing on a sheet of paper.

"Uh... No, it was hard enough just to locate this place. I'm here on a very important manner." I could already feel the sweat start to drip.

"Well, I guess we can get you in with Derek Stewart. He just returned from a job."

"That would be very helpful, thank you." I said with the calmest tone I could muster.

"Alright, head down the hall," she said, pointing to a hall that broke off from the main room. "-the third room on the left. Wait there and I'll send him down." Getting up from the desk, she handed me a paper before she headed up the staircase on the wall. Looking at the paper, a new level of confusion filled my head. Shaking off the thoughts, I headed towards to hall. Unlike the main building, this was mostly white with shelves of strange items. Reaching the door, I pushed it open slowly.

'By the ancestors… this place is better than Volteer's back in the temple.'

Upper Level.

After their purchase of the firehouse, the team spent nearly three years and millions of dollars in rebuilding the top two floors. Unlike having the living quarters where everyone was in a single room, they opted to have separate rooms for everyone. At the far end of the extension, near the left corner before another set off stairs, was Derek's place. It was much bigger than the others, except Leo's because of the large amount of equipment stored there. Making her way around furniture that littered the entertainment area, Rachel walked down the hall straight to Derek's door.

"Hey, Derek?" Rachel asked through the crack in the door.

"Yeah?"

"There's a man here, he's waiting in your office," She said. The sound of someone falling filled the room as Derek swung the door open, wearing just a towel around his neck and jeans.

"Please tell me he's not from the EPA and here to see what's in our basement," he asked, thinking of what could happen.

"No, he says it's something very important and you're the one here who does the talking," she said, stepping back as Derek opened the door more.

"Alright." Walking out, he headed to one of the lockers that sat up against the wall. Swinging open the far left one, he pulled out a navy blue and black jumpsuit. Grabbing a belt and other items, he rushed back in his room. "I'll be out in five minutes."

Looking around the office, I was just fascinated by the various reports and images on the walls. Some read 'Ghosts and Ghostbusting Exist' and 'Teens turn Fiction to Reality'. Others talked about how they helped the city and places to even preventing an apocalypse, twice. But one stood out heavily. It was a picture of 8 of them, or so it seemed, because some images show 12 or more, circled around a hole in the street. Inside it, you could see a black color that looked like water in a shadow. The description below made it more clear that this world had some dark problems. One that almost mirrored ours.

'Monsterous Black Mass Under NYC'

"During the Thanksgiving parade on November 23, 2016, several hundreds of spectators were attacked by large slime like monsters that rose from the ground during the main parade. The death toll of 24 could have been higher, had it not be for the aid of the Protonix Ghostbusters, who destroyed the creatures within moments. The area was quickly sealed off as the 12-man team investigated the scene. Only 5 hours later, the very street itself buckled, revealing something that the world and even the Ghostbusters froze at: A lake of what the Protonix Ghostbusters call 'Black Ecto' or 'Black Slime' was discovered in a vast under chamber 245 feet below the surface."

"Estimates from both Busters and Geologists put the lake of slime at a width of 4.2 miles in raduis and extending nearly 7 miles under the lenght of Manhattan. This made the team highly concerned about the safety of the city, as the paranormal power that this amount of slime could generate could destroy the city and surrounding tri-state area. Declaring New York City as 'The Yellowstone of the Northeast', the government has been working with the team and other scientists to prevent any of the slime from reaching the surface. But with the rise in supernatural activity, many question if this could be a sign of bad things to come."

There was much more to the page, but this alone made me think about our situation. If they were dealing with this slime now, than what could it help with our slime problem?

"Learning about our past, eh?" Spinning around, I quickly saw who asked the question. Standing in the door was a young male wearing a blue version of what the female, or Bucker, wore, except he had much more around his attire.

"So you're the one who wanted to talk about a important situation?"

I nod.

"Alright, Derek Stewart, of the Protonix Ghostbusters," he said, extending his arm out. Reaching mine out, we shook.

"Iven, Iven… Drake." It wasn't the best name I could think of, but it would hopefully work.

"Well, Mr. Drake, what can we do for you?" he asked, sitting in the chair across from me.

"Well," I started, thinking about what to say. The little info that the papers and what Chronicler said about them was enough to make me think hard.

It wasn't like I could say 'Hi, I'm a dragon from a different world. Can you and your team stop what you're doing and help us fight monsters?'.

"I was sent by my higher official because he had info that you could help in our… problem."

"Ah, um... And what might this problem be exactly?" Before I could answer, Derek swung the back of his chair to me. In a moment he turned back, but with a bottle in his hand. "Possession? Disturbing a ancient burial ground? Portal to Hell?" He said, taking a drink... Portal to Hell? They've dealt with things like that?

"No. It involves," leaning closer so that I could look him in the eye, "Black Slime." His eyes widened incredibly. He choked slightly on his drink as he sat down the bottle.

"What kind of situation. Portal, Ghost, Walker?"

"Monster," I said, cutting him short. He quickly dragged over a large black glass panel over between us. It let out a red glow as several images popped on screen. Different forms of creatures sped by as he flipped past them. In seconds, he stopped at a image that made my eyes widen.

"Black Slime Monster, Class 6 Manifestation, Ranges between 600 to 2,300 pounds and 9 feet tall. Relies on melee and at times range. Formed when massive amounts of anger and darkness is feed into black slime. On a scale one to ten, how bad?" he asked. Chronicler had told me about what had happened during the past few days. More and more of the slime monsters were popping up all over the world, growing so large that one could destroy a town or village with ease.

"As it stands now, 8, and at the rate it is climbing, it could reach 10 within a month." The look on his face became more grim than what I saw the others look like back some time ago. He quickly grabbed a paper and writes down something. As he did so, the sound of a loud ringing filled the room. He looked up from the paper as he quickly bolted to the door.

"Oh, sorry to cut this short, got a bust to deal with, maybe we can continue this some other time?" He asked, flinging the door open.

"Of course," I said as he ran out. I got up from my seat and followed him down the hallway.

"Traps?!" He yelled as he ran past the woman's desk.

"Traps." She handed him two black objects. He quickly ran over to the same white object from earlier and placed the two items on the side. Opening the box on the top, he pulled out a large, strange black-and-gray device with various wires and lights on it.

Hopping over the black spot, he grabbed the front handle and lifted his feet. The large doors swung open as he zoomed out of the building with the same noise as before and a bright blue light. Seeing me, the woman walked towards the door.

"Sorry about that. Duty calls," she said, waving me off.

"It's alright. I'm use to this type of thing. Oh, before I go, could I use your restroom?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

"Oh, it's just back down the hall on the right. The second door."

"Thank you," I said, walking back. I quickly slipped inside the small white room and locked the door. Walking over to the sink, I turned both knobs and let the sink slowly fill up to the brim. Cupping my hands together I blew a small blue flame. I carefully brought it to the water as the lights began to dim. The water swirled as the image came into focus.

"Ah, Ignitus, how's your first day in the human world?" Chronicler asked from the reflection.

"I'd prefer the Belt of Fire over this place, though it is amazing to look at. But, I have made contact with the Ghostbusters."

"And what are their thoughts about the job?"

"*sigh* I don't know. I only talked to their leader, Derek Stewart, for a brief time. And they, too, are dealing with a problematic substance called Black Slime. "

"Black Slime?" He said, rubbing his chin. "I have never heard of such a thing. But if they are the ones who defeated a Slor, then they must come quickly."

"I agree. But how can we get them all to agree?" I asked.

"Leave that to me," he said as the image turned back into water. Before I could do anything I was quickly covered in a bright purple glow. My vision went completely blank as a white light flooded in.

Ignitus wasn't the only one. Racing down the street, Derek was weaving his way through traffic to the job. But as he passed a intersection, he was quickly covered in the same purple glow. Both him and the bike vanished, leaving the entire area frozen in time. Back at the firehouse, Jack had arrived in Ecto-1, the original Ecto-1A Cadillac from the second movie, but with more modernized equipment. Before Jack could get 3 feet away from the car with parts in hand, he, the car, Rachel, Leo, and the truck vanished in a purple light. Meanwhile, on the roof, team pilot Roger Donny was taking off in the Ecto-2A helicopter, he too vanished in the same light.

Ecto-4

"Ecto-4 to HQ, do you copy? Ecto-4 to HQ, is anyone watching the damn place?" Mike said to the radio. He and the Smith brothers were on their way with loaded traps after completing the day's jobs.

"Bet you $20 Derek and Rachel are at it again," Ben said, leaning between the front seats.

"Shut up." Danny said with his head hanging halfway out of the window. The same glow that got the others began creeping slowly over the outside of the truck, until all three of them vanished along with Ecto-4, leaving just tire marks where the vehicle once was.

Void Realm

In the vast space of the world, many things tend to come and go. But on a small rocky platform floating in space, 8 bright balls of energy expanded in size. One by one, each dropped a body.

"Oh god my head…" Derek moaned, rubbing his temples. The others sat up slowly, each one holding their heads.

"What the hell just happened?!" Jackson yelled, hopping to his feet. "Where the bloody hell are we?!" Looking around, the team quickly got to their feet. On instinct they each went to pull their proton guns from their packs, only to realize Derek was the only one wearing one.

"Please tell we're not in a cross-world version of Manhattan again," Roger asked as Leo pulled out his PKE meter, styled after the one in the Real Ghostbusters cartoon.

"There's a tremendous amount of energy here, but no direct source. It's like it's coming from everywhere and nowhere, all at once," he said, pointing it in different directions.

"Meaning?" Jack asked.

"It means when me, Derek and Rachel went to the public library with the others, 6 of us went to the ghost world version of it, or when we went to 'Manhellten', I got heavy amounts of data, and this place doesn't match any of it."

"Then what about that?" Rachel asked, pointing. Everyone looked over to see a large wooden building that stood on top of a large rock column.

"I'm getting very strong reads from that building," Leo said as he adjusted the meter.

"Then let's get closer," Derek said, stepping closer to the edge. Flipping the pack's modes, he switched to the Slime Blower setting. Aiming at the ground, he fired a strand of slime at the rock and one back to theirs, firing two more slime tethers until the rock was slowly drifting towards the building. Launching a few more to make sure it stayed, the team stepped off the rock to the building. It was less impressive up close compared to far away. It was much more like a wood hut that looked like it was left to rot in the forest. The only thing truly visible was a large circular door.

"What do ya think, knock or melt?" Derek asked, eyeing the door with his thrower in his hands. Leo stepped closer with the meter as the wings flashed faster.

"I'm reading a possible Class 14 or higher behind this door. But not spiritual-"

*knock,knock,knock*

Everyone jumped away from the door at the sound. Derek quickly switched the pack 's setting to the Proton Stream. Looking to the right, they could see Rachel with her fist to the door with a smirk.

"Okay, now you really are trying to doom us all," Leo said, pulling his goggles from his belt and wrapping the headband around his head.

"Well we don't want to end up like back in the library, remember?" she said, stepping away from the door. Everyone waited for a response.

"Alright, let me knock, hard." Taking a few steps back, Derek aimed at the doorknob that stood out 10 feet above them. Double checking, he changed the settings to level 5, gripped the handle and-

*Ch-ooooommmm*

The door lock took a direct hit from a large blast of boson particles. Some of the others covered their eyes while the plant life around them trembled. The door just cracked slowly, letting out a bright blue light. Roger, Mike and Danny both stepped forward to the door, all 3 men pushing it forward. Once it was opened enough for all of them, they entered. The inside was much bigger than they thought. It was a much more like a giant chamber than a house, with shelves of books all over the walls. A strange structure stood in the middle of the room, while a cauldron sat in the corner over a flame.

"Forget bookworms," Derek said, walking further inside. "This is Space Witch Doctor type stuff." He ran his hand over a row of books.

"I could spend months catalogueing these." Leo took a book from the shelf and flipped through the pages.

"Please don't do that. That book is over 2,300 years old..." An old but stern voice filled the room. Quickly Leo closed the book, put it back and raised his meter. Everyone backed up into a group around Derek, who was aiming in any direction, constantly retargeting. Danny went to try and run for the door, but was stopped when it smashed shut. The sound of locks made him groan.

"We're not alone…" Mike quickly reached down to his side and unholstered his guns. Being the most experienced with real firearms, he had two Proton Pistols strapped to his outer thighs. The group stood back to back, waiting.

"Got anything, guys?" Derek asked as the others pulled out their meters. And as if it was a sign from God, they did get something. Just in front of them, the air began to disorient, like time and space was being ripped apart. The transparent form rapidly expanded out, forming four long arms. Three landed squarely on the ground while one hung high above them. The light the form was made of quickly disappeared from the room. Standing in its place was a large blueish-gray creature.

"Greetings…" it said as its eyes fell upon the Ghostbusters. On instinct, both Derek and Mike unleashed their proton beams at it. But before they could make contact, the beams of light coiled around, like they were wrapping themselves around a spool.

"Please, don't. I don't wish to have my library burned down," He said, raising one of his fore-talons. Slowly, all three beams began retracting back to their guns. Derek's pack let out a loud hiss as steam shot from the accelerator. Both men looked at each other for a moment before finally lowering their weapons.

"Thank you, now, if I may." Clearing his voice, the sound of how old he was set in.

"I am the Chronicler, I am the watcher of Worlds, and recorder of the past, present and future." His voice was filled with pride and wisdom.

"Um… we're the-" Derek started, but was cut off.

"The Protonix Ghostbusters," Chronicler finishes. "Derek Stewart, Rachel Bucker, Leo Johnson, Roger Donny, Mike Docks, Ben Smith, Danny Smith, and Jack Wolfton. I've been watching you from time to time. And I must say, you all have done quite a bit of work for just a few years." Everyone just stood there, jaws dropped at the way he said their names. As if it wasn't enough, the fact that something or someone has been watching them for the past 6 years raised several alarms.

"Uh… thanks?" Derek shrugged, not really knowing if the implications were good or bad.

"But I did not bring you here to just compliment you. I brought you all here because of something we have seen in our world you all can deal with ease." He said, walking over to the boiling cauldron.

"Um… while it would be our job to help, we're…"

"We're a bit backed up in our own problem," Mike finished as Derek just gave them a nod.

"Ah, yes, my apprentice had told me about your situation concerning... What was it?… Black Slime. And do not worry about your world. When I brought you all here I quantum locked it at the same time," Chronicler added in.

"So our world is frozen, great. So does that mean when it's unfrozen I'll end up driving straight into a taxi?" Derek asked, crossing his arms in frustration. It truly wouldn't be the first time he or the others experienced it. They flat out hated it.

"Nonsense. You'll resume your time when I send you back. But for now, think fast."

He quickly spun around to face them, rising on his hind legs as he smashed down his front talons. The ground shook at the impact as a large Dark spot formed in front of the team, growing in size as it soon towered over them. Standing in a ready-to-attack pose was a giant 30-foot slime monster. Everyone quickly back pedalled to the door or ran behind Derek as he took no time to fire. The particle beam passed right through its head as its form quickly dissipated.

"What the hell was that!?" Derek shouted, aiming the thrower at the Chronicler.

"Our problem. For just over two weeks now, those monsters have been popping up all over the world. So far, the only ideal thing people do is run away and hope they outrun it."

"Leo?" Derek stuttered. "Can you get a scan of that?" he asked as Leo slowly stepped forward, holding his PKE meter like a weapon. Chronicler does the same thing again. This time Leo scanned the monster. The graph on the screen changed from its standard green (Environmental Sample) to a bright yellow (Unknown/Undocumented) as the wings slowly rose. Each light flickered on until the wings are fully extended and the lights are at the tips.

"Black Slime Abomination, Class 8 Smasher. Ranges between 16 to 60 feet in size, weighing around 15,000 pounds. Relies on… slime trailing for melee attacks and hooks for ranged… Holy Crap."

Everyone was silent at the information given. Slime Monsters was one thing to deal with. One buster could single-handedly bring one down in under 30 seconds if they stayed on their toes long enough. But a Slime Abomination... It was something different. Rachel remembered the time when the other teams came to their world, how Bridget, another Ghostbuster, and her team dealt with the same type of monsters when riding on their Ecto. But compared to these, it was nothing.

"So, if I'm getting this right…" Derek said, rubbing his neck. "You want someone… us... to hunt these things down and destroy them?"

Chronicler tilted his head to the side for a moment to think but quickly answered. "To put it bluntly, yes," he said, with a tiny grin.

"Umm… Could you give us a moment to discuss this matter?"

"By all means, go ahead," Chronicler waved them off. Derek stepped a few feet back as he huddled up with the others.

"Alright. What should we do?" he asked.

"I don't like him," Ben responded with a glare in the Chronicler's direction.

"You don't like anyone, period. But are we really going to accept a job from a… dragon?" Mike looked over to Leo and Derek.

"True, but if they're dealing with that kind of black slime in their world, God knows what could happen if it opened a portal. Or worse, it can do damage to our world." Derek thought out the task. It was like the time when they discovered the lake.

"Leo, thoughts?" Reaching behind him, Leo pulls out a small calculator, quickly typing in numbers.

"Stop that!" Rogor yelled, slapping it out of his hand.

"If my calculations are correct," Leo said, picking up the device, "then our odds of defeating this entity are somewhat slim."

"How slim?" Mike asked.

"I calculated 53 likely outcomes. We would survive 7 of them."

"That beats our usual odds," Rachel added.

"Unfortunately correct." Leo put the calculator back into his pocket. "Let's do it." Derek was about to question him, but just slapped his hand to his face. Sighing, he looked to the others.

"Anyone disagree?" Ben raised his hand. Ignoring him, they broke.

"Alright, Chronicler, we accept. When and where do we start?" Derek asked, keeping his grip on the thrower.

"I will transport you all to the surrounding area. Each of you will be reanimated in the time I brought you here, so be careful. And your job starts… Now." Before any of them could respond, the dragon opened his maw, unleashing a blinding white light that surrounded each Ghostbuster. One by one, their bodies vanished, leaving small ash circles where they stood.

"You were right, Ignitus, they are more than serious about their job." Chronicler glanced over to the mirror. Standing in his human form, Ignitus could only think about what would come because of their decision.

"And maybe those two will be helped by our own."

"Is that before or after what the leader and female are going to go through?"

"Both, also, how long until I turn normal?" he asked the weathered dragon.

"Oh, maybe for another hour or two. The effects are still wearing off."

By now, you might notice that this takes events and things from other parts of the GB Universe, like the Black Slime.

This is because of how Black Slime can cause huge paranormal events that led to the existence of Ghostbusting in our world.

The equipment, in general, are all based on both video games. The packs all have 4 main modes, with secondary and tertiary fire. The tertiary fires are actually weapons from the game Sanctum of Slime.

The designs of the suits and packs have also changed compared to the normal Ghostbusters set. The three main Ghostbusters, Derek, Rachel and Leo, have packs called Protonix Packs (Hence the name, Protonix Ghostbusters) because it is a crossover design of all the known generations of Proton Packs: IDW/ Movie, Video Game 2009, The Real Ghostbusters, Extreme Ghostbusters, Ghostbusters 2016 and Sanctum of Slime. The others have mixed packs but are still called Proton.

The suits are a combined form of all the jumpsuits as well, making each buster have their own color code. Rachel, Mike, Roger and Leo all have a combination of 2016 and RGB jumpsuits while the others have more movie-like attire. Derek, on the other hand, has two suits. One is a dark blue with black patching, while the other is a leather jacket over a GB shirt with cargo pants. This was his original look when he first started busting.

Now, other things that tie in with the story are how events like the public library with '6' played out, and how Rachel knows a girl named Bridget, the female Ghostbuster in Sanctum of Slime. Both are related to past stories that, if anyone wants to know, can be made out.