Hey everyone! So yes, i have been away for quite a while. But I hope you guys are still interested in how this story will end. I mean, you know how it ends if you've seen the movie but still. Hopefully you all like this chapter and I'm already writing the next one to get it out quickly. I won't let this story die. But hope you all like this and please leave reviews! Happy reading.


The four Ghostbusters were unable to swim through the thick, pink slime. They floated out of the station and into a swirling tide of ooze. The slime twisted and turned, the four of them bobbing like corks in its wake. They tried their best to surface every so often to fill their lungs with air.

'Oh this is going to be a pain to get out'. Juliet thought with a grimace as she touched her hair when she moved it from in front of her face and tried to move her arms to swim. She frowned in confusion though when she felt the flow that was pulling them along was slowing down. She squinted her eyes and finally saw Winston, flailing his arms.

She grunted as she moved herself over to him and grabbed his arm.

"I gotcha Ze." she said to him and he looked over to her.

"We are definitely not getting paid enough for this." he yelled to her over the noise of the river and she chuckled.

"You're telling me!"

Breaking up to the surface of the slime swirl, they found themselves in a massive chamber. The end of the old New York Pneumatic Railroad line. The slime seemed to calm down and grow dormant.

Sputtering and coughing, the four Ghostbusters landed on top of the edge of the last platform of the long deserted transportation line.

Winston and Juliet pulled themselves out first, drawing in large breaths. They turned back and pulled the other two out as well. The four of them lay there, gagging and trying to fill their lungs with air.

"L-let's retreat," Ray whispered.

"Retreat?" Egon coughed. "I don't know the meaning of the word..."

"It means," Juliet clarified, "let's get the hell out of here."

Egon pondered this. "Oh. Okay."

Moments later, the four slime covered Ghostbusters eased their way up through a dislodged manhole cover in the center of the Upper East Side of Manhattan. For a few minutes, they sat there fully exhausted.

Winston suddenly leapt to his feet, thoroughly angry. "Nice going, Ray!" he roared. "What were you trying to do, drown me?"

Ray's body tensed. He quickly got to his feet and glared at Winston. "Look, Zeddemore," he replied menacingly, "it wasn't my fault that you were too stupid to drop that line!"

Winston's blood boiled. He shoved Ray away from him. "You better watch your mouth, man, or I'll put your lights out...maybe for good."

Ray grinned. "Oh yeah? Anytime, man, anytime. Just go ahead and try it."

Egon then jumped in between them and raised his fists, anger taking him over as well.

"If you two are looking for a fight, you got one! Who wants to try it first? Come on, Ray. Try me, sucker!"

Ray sent him a glare. "Butt out, you pencil-necked geek. I've had it with you."

The three of them started to argue loudly, throwing their arms up into the air. Juliet stared at them. She felt...angry for some reason. She had no idea what was going on but she just really wanted to punch someone. She shook her head to clear it and her eyes widened.

She sprang to her feet and pushed the three men apart. "Break it up!" she commanded. "Break it up!"

Her voice was so authoritative, the three fighters backed off, blinking. Seeing they had stopped, Juliet started to yank off her boots and clothes that were covered in the slime.

"Strip!" she yelled at them. "Right now! Get out of these clothes!"

The three of them look at each other, confused. They shrugged and followed her lead in taking off their clothes until they were all standing only in their long underwear. They now stood in the middle of the street and found they weren't angry anymore, but confused. Well, and also cold.

Winston rubbed his head. "Oh, Jesus, Ray. What were we doing? I was ready to kill you."

Ray's face reflected his state of mind. He was totally animated. "Don't you see? It's the slime. That stuff is like pure, concentrated evil."

Juliet looked around and froze when she saw that they were standing directly in front of the Manhattan Museum of Art. She caught the other's eyes and Egon nodded grimly.

"And it's all flowing right to this spot." he said with a frown.

"What are we going to do?" Winston asked

"We have to get Venkman involved," Ray stated. "And now!"

They began to run back to the Ecto-1A and sped over to the restaurant Peter was at. About ten minutes later, at Armand's Restaurant, the maître d' felt his heart skip a beat. He was too young for a heart attack, he assured himself.

The four Ghostbusters ran up to the front and the man tried to act suave.

"May I help you?" he asked, though he didn't really want them to answer.

Ray looked around the dining room and spotted Peter. "No," he told the maître d'. "It's alright. I see him."

The four of them walked over to Peter's table, Peter looking surprised and then annoyed at the sight of them.

"You should have been there, Venkman!" Ray shouted, reaching the table. "Absolutely incredible!"

Peter sighed. "Yeah, sorry I missed it." He looked at them and noticed the absence of their jumpsuits. "Guess you guys don't know the dress code here. It's really kind of a coat-and-tie place."

The comment made the four of them look down at their attire and they smiled sheepishly at him. Peter noticed the attention they were getting and got up to whisper to them.

"Look, you're scaring the straights. Is there any way we can do this tomorrow?" he asked.

"No, no, this won't wait until tomorrow, Venkman. It's hot and it's ready to pop." Egon told him.

"It's all over the city, Pete! Under it, actually." Ray exclaimed

"Rivers of this stuff!" Winston said, nodding with the others.

"And it's all flowing right to the museum!" Juliet noted.

"Yeah, the museum!" Ray points in the direction of the museum and causes some of the slime still on his hand to go flying onto some of the people in the restaurant. He saw and grimaced. "Sorry."

Dana turns to Peter and gives him a worried look. "God, you mean my museum?" she asks.

"I was going to tell you between the dessert and the cheese course." he jokingly says to lighten the mood. The little joke goes unnoticed as the police then enter, the maître d' pointing them out.

"You can never go back there again... You have to find a new job..." Peter continued over the noise and the others begin to yell about how they needed to go see the mayor.

They were immediately put into police cars as the cars sped off to the office of the mayor. Juliet only looked out the window while the others were trying to catch Peter up on everything that happened. She looked up at the twinkling stars, whose brightness was only rivaled by the bright lights of Manhattan. In her stomach, she felt nervousness start to form. Things were going to get very bad and though she'd been through this sort of thing before, she was still slightly worried about what was yet to come.


They arrived at the mayor's residence of Grace Mansion. The cars sputtered to a stop out in front of the building and the five Ghostbusters exited the police cars. Peter looked at the building, the frown on his face never leaving his face.

The front door was opened by one of the mayor's staff members and he grinned when he saw them.

"Whoa! Ghostbusters! Guys, come right this way." he exclaimed with a grin. He saw the proton packs on their back and pointed to the one on Egon's back. "Say, you guys got an extra one of those proton packs? My kid brother really wants one."

Egon looks at him and cleared his throat. "The proton pack is not a toy." he answered in his usual serious tone. Ray and Juliet shrugged at the guard.

"I guess he's right." Ray said and Juliet rolled her eyes with a smile.

They walked up to the mayor's office and stepped into the room where they sat and waited patiently for the mayor to arrive. When he finally did arrive, the five of them stood up and grinned. They greeted him but their grins faltered when another man waltzed in after the mayor. Juliet recognised him as the guy from the courtroom. Hardemeyer. He saw them and snarled.

"Ghostbusters." the mayor said to them, clearly frustrated.

"Mr. Mayor?" Winston extended his hand but the mayor just stares at it and Winston takes it back. The mayor was not in the mood.

He looks them all over and raises an eyebrow. "What is this, a slumber party?"

Hardemeyer laughs and they all start talking at once. Peter and Juliet making a sarcastic remark to Hardemeyer and the rest trying to explain the situation. The mayor pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, raising a hand.

"Look, I don't wanna hear anything about it. You've got two minutes. Make it good."

Ray stepped forward. "Well, first of all, Mr. Mayor, it's a great pleasure to see you again, and we'd just like to say that almost 50% of us voted for you in the last election." he said, trying to step into the conversation lightly.

The mayor sighed. Damn him, he actually liked these guys. "I appreciate that."

Peter smirked. "I'm sorry we always have to meet under these circumstances."

Ray felt the urge to roll his eyes but he refrained. Gotta stay on topic. "Mr. Mayor, we are here tonight because a psychomagnotheric slime flow of immense proportions is building beneath the city."

The mayor blinked, not really being able to process what was said. "Psycho-what?"

Juliet sighed. "Psychomagnothermic."

"Big word, big word." Peter muttered on the side when he saw that the mayor was still confused.

"We believe," Egon cut in. "that negative human emotions are materializing in the form of a viscous, semiliquid living psycho-reactive plasm with explosive supernatural potential."

The mayor heaved a heavy sigh. "Does anybody speak english here?"

Winston braced himself and stepped forward. "Yeah. Your Honor, see, what we're trying to tell you is like, all the bad feelings, all the hate, the anger and vibes of this city is turning into the sludge! Now, I didn't believe it at first either, but we just went for a swim in it and we ended up almost killing each other!"

Hardemeyer clenched his carefully shaved jaw and finally spoke up. "This is insane," he said in a voice only used by Ivy League grads. "I mean, do we really have to listen to this?"

"Can't you stop your lips from flapping for two little minutes?!" Peter scowled at him. He then turned to the mayor and in a more composed voice said, "Lenny, have you been out on the street lately? Do you know how weird it is out there? We've taken our own head count. There seem to be three million completely miserable assholes living in the tri-state area!"

"Oh please." Hardemeyer spat and Juliet raised a hand.

"Correction Peter, three million and one."

"Hey!" at the offended reaction from Hardemeyer, Peter reached back and high-fived Juliet.

"And what budgie-brain here doesn't realize is that if we don't do something fast, this whole place is gonna blow like a frog on a hot plate." Ray said while sending a glare over to Hardemeyer, who only rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath a "yeah right".

The mayor sighed in frustration. "What am I supposed to do? Go on television and tell ten million people they have to be nice to each other? Being miserable and treating other people like dirt is every New Yorker's God-given right. Your two minutes are up! Good night."

He gets up from his desk and leaves the office, the five of them calling after him. The calls were futile though and the door to the office closes behind him.

Peter turned to them, a grin on his face. Juliet raised an eyebrow and he spoke. "Oh... the Times is gonna be interested in this... And you know the polls are gonna be down!"

Winston grinned "Mayor Hides Slime." he offered as a headline

"Times Square Slime?" Ray offered as well, joining in.

Egon nodded. "Slime Square?"

"Yeah, Slime square." Juliet agreed.

Hardemeyer's eyes flipped to 'cold and calculating' and he raised his hands up. "Whoa, whoa, whoa!" he said and the five of them stopped, looking at him. He continued. "Fine, fine, fine. Now, before you go running off to the newspapers with this, would you consider telling this slime business to some of our people downtown?"

They all shared a look and shrugged. Peter nodded and smiled. "It's gotta be done right away."

Hardemeyer grinned. He motioned for them to leave and as they left, he walked over to the phone on the desk and picked it up. "Hope you geeks like straitjackets." he muttered with a sneer. God, he loved politics.