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Now that the confusing parts are over, let's get to the REAL action. :P

Oh yeah, cussing, but you all should know that by now. ;)

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Title: Control Over You

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(Whipstaff Manor, sunset)

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"Are you sure they got the messages? They should be here by now."

"They probably got shit to pack up and they probably were some where far from Whipstaff, so stop your damn whinin'. Jeez, Short Sheet- usually you're the optimistic one."

Stretch hissed towards his nephew as the McFadden ghosts were cooking some food for the little welcoming party they were going to hold for the girls. Well; okay, so Casper was cooking while the Ghostly Trio were sitting at the table. It was a family effort though, at least they all were chatting with each other for once without any arguments. Fatso lifted up his head, brown eyes glancing towards the kitchen area where Casper was cooking, smiling slightly.

"Remember the pies Sara always made? Best pie I ever had, I think she filled my afterlife up with bliss at the taste of it."

"Any food you eat fills you up with bliss and I mean fills you up with bliss more than emotionally."

Stinkie commented back, hand hitting his brother's stomach as it jiggled away, the Ghostly Trio laughing all together. Their laughs died down though as they began remembering old memories from the two years that have gone and go. Yes… Sara had made the best pies ever, that's how she had gotten her nickname Sara-Pie. And Sally, oh Sally, the Mother-Hen…

"Remember that time a while back when we didn't come home when we said we would? You know, the time that high-school was holding a dance and we stayed a bit longer too scare them."

"Oh yeah, I remember that! Oh man, that gaul blew her top off when we came home! Damn dame yelled at us as she placed us in da vacuum, boys! Let's not forget the part when she took the bag outta the vacuum and not only locked it in a dog cage but even sent the cage to a friend of hers in Greece! And even when we came back home she still yelled and screamed at us for hours!"

"I remember that night, she was up all night worried about you guys. She kept worrying that someone got you or that you guys might have even passed over. She was always so worried about all of us."

Casper replied to both Stinkie and Stretch's comments, all giving another laugh at the way Stretch explained the story. From the kitchen they heard the wooden doors of Whipstaff Manor open then quickly slammed shut, all ghosts whipping their heads around to the door. With a full-hearted laugh, well almost full hearted I mean they didn't have hearts to make that reference too, they swiftly left the kitchen. In a few seconds they were in the living room where the front doors were, still cheering and laughing away.

Their laughs were gone instantly though when they saw the sight before their very eyes.

"We weren't expecting laughs from you guys when you saw us but hey, we always enjoy them."

A man with red hair sneered as three other people were behind him, another man with brown hair locking the doors to the manor. Each were holding equipment that looked professional, all of their hoses pointed directly at the ghosts. The Ghostly Trio's eyes flared scarlet, Casper deeply confused as his uncles pushed him slightly to the back, wondering why they were acting so defensive about these people. All of them wore the same cardboard color brown jumpsuit with the logo of a ghost inside a red sphere with a red slash going through it. In big, bold, scarlet letters their logo name was on their suits too tell the world who they were.

They were the Goddamn Ghostbusters.

"The hell you fleshies want? Didn't we scare you off once before? Do we gotta do it again?"

"Yeah, so I got to stink up this joint to make you leave?"

"You guys are just asking for a crushing is all you're doing by being here tonight!"

"Not tonight, you guys aren't going to scare us off. Tonight is the night you all will be getting rid of."

Stretch's nostrils flared while Stinkie glared daggers as Fatso snarled himself, the uncles floating before Casper with fists ready. Before they could do anything the only woman in the group had thrown a metallic cube against one of the walls, the only sound heard. If the ghosts had muscles they would have been flexing in fear when the cube snapped open, an eerie green light taking over the manor's walls. In an instant the electricity was out and if not for the green light it would have been completely dark. Ricky, the red head, only raised an eyebrow at the expression he was given by the ghosts.

"Meet what we call 'The Cube', boys. When it opens it places a static energy around any building that the Ghostbusters are in. Touch it and feel what happens. When the energy comes out no ghosts can come through the walls since the energy fights off against ectoplasm, meaning you can't escape. The electricity is turned off for you can't go through the phone-lines or any sort of electronically made object. You can't go through walls either; right now you could almost be counted as what you call a 'fleshie'. Don't you understand what this means?"

A wicked grin went over his lips, green light making his eyes shine rather sadistically.

"You can't escape."

The Ghostly Trio felt completely numb, too stunned to think properly- Pfft, like they ever did, but still.

"Guys, get them! There are four of us and four of them, get those ghosts!"

"Split up! Hurry and hide, stop them anyway you can!"

Fatso and Stinkie quickly went towards the kitchen as Casper was tugged away by Stretch, all of them missing the shots the Ghostbusters were giving off. Jenny and Ricky went after the oldest uncle and littlest ghost while George and Frank went straight for the other older ghosts. Stretch tried to go through a wall but grunted in pain when he couldn't, shock overtaking him. Casper moaned when his face slammed against the wall as he uncle had thrust them both into it, frowning. The little ghost caught the look of horror on his uncle's face, the little ghost only staring in fear.

He had never seen his uncle so scared in his entire afterlife.

"Shit, shit, shit- It works, it really works- We can't go through walls, we can't go through anything, we can't escape! They made us hard like fleshies; we're as useless as fleshies!"

"Stretch, are these guys bad or something? What's wrong with them?"

Stretch was about to snap something until his jaw clinched, tugging the ghost through one of the many living rooms at the fastest speed they could fly away. Damnit, leave it to Bulb-Head too be all trusting and clueless in a dire situation. He had never dealt with the Ghostbusters, he had only been there when they Ghostly Trio had scared them away- He hadn't been there for the actual fights and unlike all those other fights, this one was serious.

This one was deadly.

"Damnit Short Sheet, these guys ain't good, you understand? They are tryin' to get rid of us, they tink' all ghosts are bad! So just shut the hell up and get away from them, don't let them catch you! Always stay a few feet away from them so their weapons can't reach you, 'ya got that?"

"…Yes Uncle Stretch, I understand."

They went from room to room until they had come up to a dead end, hand instantly reaching upwards to tug at his face nervously. As his hands slammed against the wall Stretch swore to himself that he this was the true moment when he would lose all his sanity. His head whipped around at the sound of footsteps, jaw tightening at the sight of the man and woman who were after them. Ricky pointed his laser at the two, Jenny hesitating with raising her own weapon.

"How does it feel to be cornered, huh? How does it feel to be scared out of your wits?"

"Don't act so big and bad, boy. You're still the little boy from years ago that came into Whipstaff that I scared off. 'Ya daddy is probably still havin' nightmares about the Ghostly Trio, then again, he should know what the price is when he acts against da' Ghostly Trio. So, takin' up daddy's footsteps in the ghost huntin' business, huh Ginger?"

"Yeah, except this time I won't have my dad dragging me off out of fear of you ghosts. This time it'll be you guys in fear before I take you out of this world. So, any last words before I remove I use the 'Ectoplasm Remover' and make you pass over once and for all?"

None of the group noticed Casper's hand reaching towards a rope that was wrapped around a golden hook sticking from the wall…

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(The kitchen)

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"The phone-line isn't working!"

"Duh, they are said it wasn't going too!"

Fatso hissed as Stinkie tried forcing his body through the receiver of the phone, but nothing. They couldn't run at all, they ere only thankful that they could fly away faster than a fleshie could run. Fatso tried slamming his fists against kitchen windows though they only bounced off the eerie light as though it was mocking him. A hand rubbed the back of his neck as Stinkie began freaking out, floating back in forth, trying to think.

"So we can't escape or get away? We're stuck here? I ain't ever been so scared in my life in my own home! What happened to Stretch and Short Sheet?"

"They left us, he told us to split apart! We got to do something, Stinkie! We have to get back to Casper and Stretch and make sure they are alright!"

"You should be worrying about yourselves at this point."

A man spoke-up, both Stinkie and Fatso quickly turning their head at the voice, George pushing his brown hair out of his face. Frank charged his laser, glasses falling to the rim of his nose, catching the sight of the ghosts gazing at his laser. He lifted the object upwards to point at them with it, frowning deeply.

"Sorry that we're doing this to you, boys, but we got a call recently and- We're the Ghostbusters, gotta do a job."

"Called you? Who the hell called you to take us out? We ain't been doing anything bad recently! Well; anything as bad…"

"Some man called Ricky about this case; there aren't any hard feelings from us guys, but-"

"Oh shut up, Frank! These are ghosts we're making pass over, not old time friends we got to put in jail!"

"Pass over?"

Stinkie and Fatso cried at the sentence, both crying out and throwing their arms around each other shamelessly. The joking moment ended in a quick second when a clicking sound was heard, the brothers only gazing at the men. They didn't know what to do, what to say to fix this- They were… Going to be made too… Pass over? How could a few fleshies make them do that? The brothers noticed all of Sally's old clothes she forgot on the dining table, each turning to give each other a shared look.

"So boys, are you ready to pass over finally?"

There wasn't any way a fleshie could make them pass over-

And they weren't going to let them.

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(Outside of Whipstaff Manor, night time by now.)

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"What's up with the lights?"

Sara questioned to her mother as the two completely forgot about pulling their items from the car, only standing there with blank faces. Sally rolled her emerald eyes wit an annoyed sigh, though lips tugging into a smile. She closed the trunk door with a simple hand movement, a few chuckles escaping her lips. Her daughter squinted her eyes at her mother, lips only in a straight line. What the heck was her mom chuckling about?

"You know how the Ghostly Trio is, come on, look at that light. It's kind of freaky, right?"

"Yeah…"

"It's them trying to scare us is all, freaky light plus ghosts equals a good prank on the 'fleshies'. You know how they are."

"Haha- True. But I mean, I know Casper, he wouldn't let them do this. And with them trying to get us back and fixing everything so badly I wouldn't think of them doing a prank like this."

"Ah, you know how they are, got to have a little trickery some where."

The two shared a laugh as they finally went up the steps, Sally reaching forward to tug the tainted, golden doorknob to open the door. It wouldn't budge though, locked firmly in place. Immediately both of their stomachs knotted as Sara gazed onwards to see her mother couldn't open the door. Sally turned the knob and slammed her body against the wooden door, but all that came out was a hurt shoulder and a locked door.

"Mom…?"

"Damnit, what the hell?"

"Mom?"

"It's nothing, hurt my shoulder is all, excuse my language… The door is locked is all, we'll just knock."

She lifted up her fist and knocked loudly, though nothing. She didn't even hear sound coming from inside, it was like everything was dead inside the manor. She smirked at the thought, already knowing that everything and everyone was dead in the home. Her smirk quickly vanished when the sound of shattering came from inside, teeth biting the sides of her cheeks. She slammed her body against the door as her daughter joined her side, both trying to slam the door open with no luck.

"What's happening?"

"I don't know but it sounds bad, someone is in the house."

Sara stopped slamming against the door for a few seconds, heart stopping at the sight of a vertical that was off to the far side, hidden. When they had driven up the driveway they hadn't seen it, but being at new view they could see it perfectly. It was a tan colored van, a ridiculous image of a ghost being held up by a metal rod on the top of the vehicle. Her blue eyes widened at the night thing she caught on the van, her heart skipping a few beats. It was a white, smiling ghost painted on the side with a red circle around it and a red line going through it.

I couldn't be… But it… No, no…

"Mom…"

"Stupid door…"

"Mom…"

"Damn Trio and stupid Casper for letting them be this stupid…"

"Mom! Look at where I'm pointing!"

Her daughter's annoyed cry caught the mother off guard, head turning towards the direction of where the index finger was pointed. Emerald eyes only gazed onwards without actually thinking, unable to comprehend what she was seeing. Finally absorbing all the information her eyes turned towards the wooden door, lip curling into a snarl as Sara frowned deeply. Slamming her fists into the door once more she turned on her heel to walk down the steps, bitterly hissing-

"I don't know who these guys think they are, but they don't know what they're messing with!"

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(Back to the dead end)

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"Ugh… What hit us…?"

Ricky groaned out as his hand rubbed her head, realizing that he was laying on his side on the wooden ground, Jenny on top of him. Noticing the many glass pieces every where and the broken bulb lights he hissed in annoyance, slamming a hand against the ground. Damnit! That little ghost had tugged the rope that belonged to the chandelier and it would have crashed down onto him if it hadn't been for Jenny saving him in a split second! Turning his head around he yelled out his rage, those ghosts had escaped!

"It's not like they can go far, they can't escape from Whipstaff Manor."

A few rooms away it was now Casper's turn to tug his uncle around, madly turning his head at every single angle to find his other two uncles. Stretch wasn't really helping to search, only staring at his nephew in silence.

"That was a pretty neat trick 'ya did back there, Short Sheet. Good way usin' your bulb head for once in your afterlife."

"…Thanks, but we need to focus on more things right now. Where's Stinkie and Fatso?"

"Right here!"

Stinkie laughed as both him and Fatso floated into the room Casper and Stretch were in, both waving bras in the air like victory flags. Their nephew opened his mouth to question but then closed it, deciding it was better not to ask. Stretch himself smirked at what they had, pointing a index finger at them mockingly-

"Look, I know that holding dem' bras will be the closest ya' ever get to a woman's breasts, but why do you two have them for?"

"We tied some of those scum with Sally's old clothes, she ain't gonna be happy when she finds out where her pantyhose went."

The Ghostly Trio shared a laugh while Casper face palmed himself, moaning at how stupid his uncles always were. The sound of clicking made them turn their heads towards the back of the room where Ricky and Jenny stood, both bleeding from the fall and glass. The red head smirked, pieces of hair falling onto his sweating forehead with a nod of his head.

"Cute moment, sorry to break it so soon, but you guys have some passing over to do."

"How are you gonna make us pass over, Ginger?"

Stinkie sneered, all the ghosts floating in the front room where the entrance door was. Casper thought he heard knocking though dismissed his thought quickly, not turning his eyes away from the Ghostbusters for a second. The one cruelly nicknamed Ginger left a laugh leave his lips, making sure Jenny was close by his side so incase of emergency he could protect her.

"Please, it's so ease. All you ghosts are made of is trickery, lies, and ectoplasm. We have something called the 'Ectoplasm Remover' and when used it will remove particles of your ectoplasm one by one. Without your ectoplasm all that is left is trickery and lies, meaning you will be made to pass over. Don't worry though, at least your lies and tricks will still be left here in the living world. Got anything to say too that?"

"Yeah, eat my ectoplasm, nerd."

Before anyone knew what to do Stretch was gone in a wink of an eye, wrapping his body around Ricky's body with as much force as possible. When the man let his mouth fall open in a pained gasp that's when the ghost took his chance, slamming himself through his gaping mouth. Ricky was unable to cry out as he choked on the ghost, a few moments going by in silence. As Jenny reached a shaky hand towards her boyfriend his eyes flared scarlet, turning his head to glare in disgust at the girl.

The laser was not pointing at the ghosts anymore but now at her.

"Stinkie, Fatso, get 'dem other guys out of the place where 'ya tied them. They are getting' the hell out of this house right now."

The two oldest ghosts left quickly, hurrying to bring George and Frank into the main living room, with them still tied in chairs, of course. The hand belonging to the black, boy-cut hair girl went to her mouth in shock, not understanding the situation. That… Wasn't Ricky's voice… When… But… The Ghostbusters had never seen ghosts take over people, they could do that?

"You, yeah you with the stupid look on your face, you. Get 'da hell outta our home and take that damn cube thing with you, you had your fun for the night."

"Get out or what?"

She hissed, pointing the laser at the ghost, being incredibly bold unlike her usual demeanor. With a smirk Ricky- Stretch? - Strolled towards the side wall, pulling one of the many swords decorating the walls off with a simple tug. Casually walking back towards where the woman was he took his place in-between her and Casper, making sure he was the target. George and Frank by now were being dragged into the room, tied to wooden chairs and pantyhoses in their mouths.

"Get out-"

The sharp, deadly end of the sword was now against the man's neck tauntingly.

"-Or I'll do to this guy what 'ya were gonna do to us. It ain't like- Jenny! Jenny, listen to me, fire your weapon! It'll remove his – Hey, shut the hell up!"

Ricky's voice came out of his own body finally, hands trembling as he tried to drop the sword but it was a failed attempt. Snarling, the sword cut a thin slice in the neck, letting the blood travel downwards for all to see. With gags in their mouths George and Frank tried crying out but it only came out as muffled moans, Jenny no knowing what to do. Fire her weapon at him? It might remove the ghost but it would also seriously damage Ricky himself, maybe even kill him…

"Don't listen to that ass, he's- Now! Do it now, we have him in our grasp, do it! –Yeah and you'll get hurt yourself too, dumbass!"

The others didn't know what to do when the laser was pointed at Ricky's body, Stretch not being able to move the man's legs. Holy shit, the body he was taking over wasn't letting him move! Pressing a blue switch on the side her thumb ran over the power button, none of the ghosts or tied up fleshies knowing what to do.

She wasn't, no… She would be hurting her teammate, there was no way…

"I'm sorry, Ricky, please forgive me for doing what you said."

Her finger pressed on the power button.

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(Outside Whipstaff Manor)

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"Umm- Umm… Oh God, oh God, this is a bad idea… A very, very bad idea, I wish we just carried an axe with us… I know we have enough money to get this house fixed after this, but we can't buy our lives back if we do this… Oh no…"

"Shut up and make sure those pillows are on tightly."

Sally stated, hand patting the top of her daughter's head. Well; she would have been patting the top of her daughter's head if a helmet wasn't on it. Pillows were tied all around her chest, arms, and every single area except her face. Her face was protected by a metal hockey mask though, the mother frowning at the fact she hadn't gotten new airbags since the last ones had been stolen. She turned her head towards her daughter, pillows tied onto her own body, both looking equally ridiculous.

"You ready for this?"

"Dear Lord, forgive me for I have sinned. I give my simple pray to you in my time of need for this many be my last few living moments before I see you. Please forgive my mother for she has also sinned, many times in fact…"

"Yup, you're ready."

Her foot slammed downwards on the petal, driving directly towards the Whipstaff Manor doors, pressing on the brakes when she was only a few inches from the wooden door. The brakes kicked in as the car went through the front area of the manor, the impact sending before girls forward. The pillows protected from serious wounds but bruises still formed on their skin from the collision. As debris floated in the air the two caught sight of what was happening, only gazing without a single thought.

All eyes except for three people were now staring in shock at the car, Fatso and Stinkie and two tied men crying out at the vehicle crashing through the wall. The once weird, green light was now gone as the cube was crushed under one of the car's wheels. Though electricity kicked on none gave a thought to it, all now only staring at what Jenny had done.

A blue beam was hitting a figure though no could tell who it was from such a bright light, none of the ghosts or fleshies making a sound. When the light dimmed away a pale hand went up to both Sally's and Jenny's mouth, motherly instinct kicking in. Both girls tugged the pillows off their bodies and kicked the car doors open, ignoring the mess they had created. Fatso and Stinkie shook their heads in disbelief at the sight, trying to deny what was right before them. Ricky cried out as Stretch pulled himself out of Ricky's body, no longer caring to control the man.

The oldest uncle fell to his knees by the figure that had been struck by the beam instead of him, hand brushing the cheek.

"…Casper…"

…To Be Continued…

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