The LoudBusters 4

Ok my loyal readers here's crossover of a different type... This time I've added Ghostbusters to my Loud House story hybrids. But this is based off the Ghostbusters/Ghostbusters 2/Ghostbusters: The Videogame (Realistic version)/Ghostbusters: Afterlife timeline. What if during the stream crossing that defeated Gozer in the first film damaged the dimensional fabric between the Ghostbusters dimension and the Loud House? Sending ghosts to their world. Now Lisa will be the one alongside Liam & Lucy in creating the tech to capture and contain the spooks. Frankly if Elisha Gray and Alexander Bell can both independently create the telephone then Lisa Loud can develop the proton pack equipment. Rated K+ for mild innuendo, a dark tone/plot, scary monsters, or frightening monster descriptions.

- Chapter 4 - Somethin' Strange

It was a Saturday in Royal Woods; Michigan and the only boy of the Loud family was eating some Zombie Bran cereal after a rough night. He was so tired didn't get much sleep; his dreams were great. Trapping all kinds of slime ridden spooks, getting rich from the rewards. Then he woke up.

Now back to breakfast Lincoln's younger sister Lola flipped on the tv. A new face in the town who'd recently moved there was having a press conference. His parted brown hair and stylish business suit showed he was pretty wealthy. "Yes, ladies and gentlemen I Otto Tetherby apologize for my uncle. He can be... a... how can put this... a tightwad with money. It's why I left town for so long. They said I couldn't improve the city. But I did. Just look at those gleaming new apartment high rises. And there the great office skyscrapers. They'll make Great Lakes City jealous.''

The new buildings were at least 200 feet tall, plenty of room for businesses or apartments. Though the younger Tetherby seemed mighty pleased with himself and his work his uncle wasn't. "Nephew, I don't think it was wise to build such willy nilly constructs. Especially for the common folk, it just shouldn't be done. We could've used that for our upcoming business dinner and ball.'' The heavy-set Lord Tetherby scolded the young man. His nephew apparently.

"You forget uncle the common folk as you call them are the backbone of Royal Woods now uncle... Shush it.'' Otto retorted to him.

Quickly changing the channel to a recorded episode of Vampires of Melancholia for the spooky expert herself Lucy fumed at the thought of another Tetherby in town. "Sigh. Can you believe that Lincoln? It's bad enough there's one Tetherby in Royal Woods but two? Nothing good is gonna come from this. Uh brother? Hey, you, ok?'' Lucy the family poet/goth poked her brother's arm.

Finally reacting Lincoln let out a huge yawn of boredom. "Oh, I'm great sis. It's just we've haven't had a single call since we started business. I made the website public. And even made that advertisement. Nothing." Lincoln moped; he'd hoped the phone would ringing off the hook, but it seemed it was going at a snail's pace.

Ever the supportive sister Lucy knew things fighting the supernatural wouldn't be easy, after all it wasn't so easy for people to believe in ghosts. In fact, Lisa only went along with it for scientific reasons. Her greatest creation & contribution was the large high voltage laser-based Containment Unit (all based off Mr. Spector's notes/research). "Don't stress out Lincoln I'm sure someone will turn up. The spirits can only refrain from mischief for so long. But things can get big be very careful. You're one funeral I'd hope to avoid doing." His gothic sister said consoling him gently putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Alright so who does which trap disposal and when?" Zach suddenly bringing up a good point.

"I think we need to schedule it like chores. And if we for example trade dishes for cooking. I'll work up something later." Stella explained grabbing some note pads to figure out who did which chore for a what week.

"I guess that works... " Zach said taking a seat at their makeshift dining table. "Um Clyde the heck are you doing?" He asked Clyde while he dialed the phone.

"Shush! I'm on the mayor's line. Need to make sure we're allowed to drive Ecto-RW everywhere and get our business paperwork finalized. Y'know the fine details. Gotta make sure ya do 'em. Yes, Mayor Davis I sent the business application in. Now I'm waiting for the approval of Ecto-RW. Yes, I sent the blueprints and technical specifications. It's all there."

There was some intelligible gibberish on the other line. "Yeah? You don't say? Ok we'll send the notes about that too. Anything else? Operating license? Uh-huh. Really? You don't say?" Clyde said as more gibberish was heard from the other end. Then suddenly he hung the phone up and hooted & hollered throwing his hands up in the air like he just didn't care. "We're approved! Guys we're officially in business!"

"Whooo weee! That's great! Now we just wait for the spooks to show, and you can kick their sorry ectoplasm or whatever it was." Liam hooted and hollered along with him.

"If they show up ya mean." Rusty snarked.

-meanwhile across town

In one of those exact building something strange was going on, not that it's pair of residents would ever know it. And old friend of Lori, Dana was just returning home from grocery shopping. The mid-sized apartment she had to share to cover the price of rent. The Tetherby Towers were a great apartment complex for Royal Woods, but they cost a pretty penny. Taking care of the rent was Dana's roommate Fiona, a co-worker of Leni. She was still working at Reininger's and taking courses at Royal Woods community college.

In her living room, Dana turning on her TV as a new commercial played. She recognized them as Lincoln Loud, Leni's brother. Plus, his friends Clyde, Rusty, Stella and Liam stood side to side with each other outside some old bunker. They wore several multi-colored jumpsuits. Lincoln himself held the camcorder. Rusty & Stella had the Ghost Sniffers and pointed it at the camera. As for Liam, Zach & Clyde himself held onto the stethoscope and calculator.

First Lincoln stepped forward asking a very chilling question. "Are you troubled by strange noises in the middle of the night?"

Then Lincoln stepped back to his mark, as Stella stepped forward to her mark. "Do you experience any feelings of dread or fear in the basement, shed, or your attic?"

Then Stella stepped back to his original mark, as Rusty stepped forward next. "Have you or any of your family ever seen a spook, specter or a ghost?"

By then Liam stepped up. "If yer answer's yes, then don't be wait another Gol-durned minute. Pick up the phone and call us, we're the professionals."

Rolling her eyes in disbelief Dana couldn't believe what she was watching, thus Dana placed her grocery bag on her coffee table and took her cut-off blouse off. Then Stella spoke. "Us. The Royal Woods Ghostbusters."

Their phone number "GHOSTBUSTERS 555-5012" flashed on the bottom of the screen. Again, Stella continued to speak. "Our courteous and efficient staff is on call twenty-four hours a day to serve all your supernatural or paranormal elimination needs."

The commercial advanced to them standing by the front doors of the bunker. Next Zach spoke up. "We're ready to believe you!"

Scoffing at the youth's nonsense she quickly turned off the television, and she picked up her grocery bag and walked into her kitchen. She started taking her groceries out on the table: lettuce, cereal, a bag of Blarney the Dinosaur themed marshmallows, and finally a few cans of wax beans. She walked over to a cabinet and put some boxes away. Then shockingly the cans hopped off the countertop. They somehow opened by themselves. But Dana didn't notice a thing, placing a Thinned Wheat Biscuits box in last and closed the cabinet. The cans trembled with the beans leaping out of the cans then started cooking on the floor. Dana looked up in horror.

All the young woman could do in such a state of shock was gasp. "Oh!"

But then things got even creepier, as her other cupboard she heard some low growling and snarling from within. Nervously glanced in their direction she gulped, hoping some wild animal had simply gotten lost in her kitchen.

The second she had the door opened ajar; a giant long clawed arm took a swat at her with a hefty growl. "AHHHHGGHH!" She screamed slamming the door shut.

-meanwhile

If things were any more dead at Ghostbuster' HQ (aka their bunker) they'd need a coroner to figure out why. But it was true however, things were slow at the Ghostbusters bunker. No calls. No possible investigations. Nothing. As in nada. A fancier way of saying nothing. By then Haiku, being the best thing, the Ghostbusters could call a 'secretary', sat at her desk on the main floor of the Bunker reading a teen horror magazine by J.N. Kline called Gore Series. Rusty walked to her desk with a file under his right arm.

Being polite Rusty asked her if any calls came in. "Haiku, any calls? Anyone call for us?"

Looking up at him Haiku dryly replied. "No."

Maybe there were some messages he thought. "Messages?"

Again, Haiku dryly told him no. "No."

Maybe some invoices. "Invoices?"

By now Rusty was hoping for nay good news Haiku could tell him. "Any customers at all? Anybody?"

Then Haiku looked up at him. "No, Mr. Spokes there haven't been any calls for you."

Despite wanting to help his friend Lincoln in all this, if he'd known things would be this boring, he'd have backed out. "Great job, isn't it? Hey type something on the computer Haiku, at least? We're gonna be paying you for this stuff."

Barely reacting Haiku wrote down some notes, she needed to call Lucy & Rocky later to have a seance at the cemetery later. But her apathetic look in her eye spooked the older redheaded boy a little. "Hey, don't stare at me Haiku. You gimme the "bug eye", its creepier than that library ghost. Haiku? Sorry about that last one. I'll be in my office."

The so-called ladies' man then went to his 'office' the level underneath. Not really an office as it was a modified closet, much like Lincoln's old bedroom. "And what a sorry office it is." He grumbled to himself putting up his feet.

Working underneath the goth's desk Lisa popped up, her hands carrying several Petri dishes probably containing the usual assortment of dark organic samples. "You Lisa Loud must be very handy I can see it. I never got to ask Lisa... But do you have any hobbies? You read a lot?"

"A late actor once said, "Print is deceased". Hobbies? I study and collect stools, mold and fungi. That answer your question?" Lisa deadpanned to her.

"Yes, it does." She said then figured she'd file her black lacquered nails. "Some say my hobbies aren't mainstream enough. Too creepy. I'm sure you can understand that."

Walking through the large metallic doors Dana slowly kept her pace. The Ghostbuster's HQ being a large bunker wasn't her first idea for a base. "Hello?" She got no answer and walked past the car while Zach & Liam was headfirst under the hood ratcheting something.

They were using a bunch of different sprays set atop the tool cabinet like the Brake Fluid. A few diet sodas rested on a drawer pulled out next to it. Both Zach & Liam look up confused. Dana walked over to Haiku. Nervously Dana gathered the nerve to address Haiku, who looked up. "Oh. Excuse me. Is this...? This is the Ghostbusters' office?"

The goth girl stoically answered that question. "Yes. Yes, it is. Is there any way I might help you?"

Hearing all this from a pretty lady Rusty popped up from his office like a gopher from its hole. "I don't have an appointment. Please, I'd just like to talk to someone."

Pressing the comm. system button Haiku inwardly smirked, finally things were picking up. It was about time she thought. "Yes? Mm-hmm... Ok Liam. I'll send them up. Lincoln, Clyde we've a few possible clients outside. See what they have to say.''

Coming up from downstairs, the pair of friends stopped in in their tracks, their first possible client was Dana. "Dana?" Lincoln recalled she was a good friend of Leni & Lori.

But before they even say one word another irritated voice caught their attention, and not for good reasons mind you. "Oh no wait for me Dana, don't you leave my sorry butt in the car."

"Fiona!?'' Clyde gasped, remembering her from the time Leni was accused of stealing scarves from Reininger's.

Naturally the brunette from Reininger's wasn't happy about seeing the likes of Clincoln McCloud again, she was still annoyed with them over the stolen scarf's fiasco, despite all attempts to apologize she really held a grudge. "Ooh not again, you guys? Ugh! You detective wannabes are annoying I swear you two are worse than a bad habit, just can't get rid of you. Look Dana dragged me here along with her, dunno what she saw or heard but I'm just here as moral support. Nothin' else.''

"Fiona for the last time we only did that to prove Leni wasn't the thief.'' Lincoln again explained.

"Yeah, how many times do we have to apologize? What? Do we gotta gravel at your feet?'' Cylde said coming to his friend's defense.

"No. But people still give me the stink eye wherever I shop, thinking I'm some kinda klepto.'' Fiona admitted still annoyed at them rubbing her temples.

By this point the two were getting nowhere fast, so Rusty figured he'd swoop in and fix things. "I'm Rusty Spokes. Allow me to help you."

Seeing the redhead ladies' man sucking up to Dana made Fiona want to puke, but she kept her mouth shut, she was there for Dana. Support Dana she kept telling herself. "Uh. Well, I don't really know. What I'm going to tell you could sound very strange."

The older of the Spokes siblings figured some clients would say such a thing, it was only a matter of time. "Oh really? Well, that's all we get around this place. Come into my office, Miss uh...?" Rusty stammered since he didn't know Dana's last name.

Blinking Haiku looked at him in disbelief. She hoped this wasn't going to come back and bite in the butt. "Miller, Dana Miller."

Soon Dana began her hair-raising tale of horror she came face to face with in her kitchen. Your average listener would have shivers run down their spines. What Dana experienced was terrifying. "And then the cans burst open, and beans started cooking right on the floor. A cold marble floor too. But what really scared me was the giant arm that took a swipe at me from the cupboards. And that was several days ago, and we've been bunking at Becky's place ever since.'' Dana recalled sipping some tea Haiku made.

"What do you think Lucy?'' Lincoln asked.

Before Lucy could say anything, Haiku decided to chime in, adding her two cents. ''Y'know what I think it might be? What's called past-life experiences intruding on the present time.''

"I think she's telling the truth. At least, I think she is.'' Lucy explained.

Looking over many copies of information from Lucy's book pages Zach had a few ideas too. ''It could even be erased memories stored in your collective unconscious, at least it's something Clyde's shrink might suggest. I wouldn't rule out clairvoyance or telepathy either. The second she really wouldn't get behind.''

"Well course I'm telling you all the truth. What kinda person would make up something crazy like this?'' Dana protested.

"Honestly Fiona what do you think happened there?'' Clyde asked looking up from his computer notes.

Giving the black boy an apathetic gaze Fiona told things how she saw them. "What do I think? What do you think? I think the nail polish fumes have been getting to her.'' Fiona deadpanned. "She really needs to change brands.''

That remark earned her a dirty look from Dana, she'd thought Fiona would have her back on this not mock her for it. "Really I'm scared out of my wits and you're making one-liners. What did your mom raise you in a night club? As for the things you mentioned I'm sorry, but I just don't believe in any of these things.''

"What a coincidence I don't either Dana. Let's go, we gotta meet Leni at the shoe store later. I heard she's still in town.'' Fiona scoffed getting ready to leave.

But Dana gave her friend the sad puppy dog eyes, hoping she'd reconsider her decision. "Fiona at least let them check the place out. Please? I just want to be sure I'm not going crazy here.''

Sighing Fiona was just about on the end of her rope, this spook business was grating on her last good nerves. She knew this would come back somehow to bite her; it was only a matter of when. She might as well just let the teen look around do whatever experiments he had then leave.

"Yeah, well guys I'll follow along these two, um back to their place and check them out... I meant check out the place. I mean I'll check out the apartment. Ok?'' Groaning to himself, he knew he let the wrong thing slip out of his mouth.

Unamused Dana's friend shrugged and got up walking away. "Fine. Whatever.'' She muttered.

-later

Later at the girl's shared apartment Rusty pushed open the door as Dana stood there mystified, while Fiona just rolled her eyes. This spook business was starting to annoy her. Standing in front of them Rusty gently gestured the girls stay behind him. "Ladies if something happens... Let it happen to me first." He said quickly opening and checking a nearby closet.

So far nothing there he thought, but still he needed to check the entire apartment equipped with what the gas companies called a "sniffer" hoping some of residual ectoplasmic vapor molecules were still floating about. He noticed an electronic keyboard in the living room, so naturally he had to play the highest keys.

The employee of Reininger's simply glowered at his goofy antics. Simply put Fiona did not believe in the paranormal so all this ghost investigations were working the few good nerves she had left, with the redheaded teen still playing those same two obnoxious keys.

"The heck are you doing?' Fiona dryly asked.

"They hate that. I love torturing 'em. That's right spooks it's the Rustman." He boasted still using the sniffer.

He was taken back by how rather spacious the apartment was. Tetherby spared no expense to make them as modern and up to date as possible. The older Spoke sibling really had to hand to the younger Tetherby. These apartments were really impressive. "Spacious. So, it's you two living here?"

"Coulda fooled me. Enough space for a third person here." Rusty pointed out.

''What are you doing with that... thing?" Dana asked him.

The girls finally asked about the sniffer. "Oh, it's a sniffer. One of our simple gadgets."

As Rusty looked around the wide living room, he came across a set of two closed doors. "What's that room?'' Rusty asked the two girls.

"Oh, that's my bedroom. Nothing bad happened there, I don't think so at least.'' Dana told him, trying to recall something useful.

"And this one?'' The younger redhead gestured to a second.

"Mine. Don't even think about it bucko.'' Fiona said glaring at him to stay out.

"Dang it.'' He thought to himself.

By then Dana noticed something about Rusty Spokes compared to his fellow spook catchers. He was different, on a personable level. "Well Rusty there's something I've noticed about you. You don't act scientific. Not like the others.'' Dana admitted, the redheaded teen wasn't as stuffy and she hesitated to say it, boring.

''Yeah, they act like a bunch of stiffs. But really how's a scientist supposed to act?'' Rusty answered.

"Truthfully? You act more like a used car salesman.'' Fiona dryly explained.

Seeing one last room he hadn't checked yet he asked if that's the kitchen. "The kitchen through there?"

And just like before Rusty again gestured the girls stick behind him. He waved the sniffer around hoping he'd get some kind of residual sample. He examined the leftover contents of the canned food on the floor. It was cold marble stone. "Dana I'm guessing these're the cans you mentioned?''

"Yes, I turned around and the cans just opened up by themselves and started to cook on the floor." Dana said still nervous at being back home. "And then I heard those terrifying sounds from the cupboards. Mr. Spokes you came all the up here, could you at least check them?"

Then Rusty quickly remembered why he was even there in the first place, not to check out Dana & Fiona but to investigate their haunted kitchen. ''Yeah, I'd better check out the cupboards."

"Good idea. Do it." Fiona snarked at him.

The younger teen then went to slowly opening the cupboard doors, in fact he was aghast at what he viewed inside them. It was truly terrifying. ''Ooh my... Oh... Look at all this health food. Seriously quinoa, acai berry paste, and flax seed? You girls really eat this junk?''

Yeah, he was faking his terror, what he was really scared of were the girl's health food habits. How could they even eat all this stuff? Rusty could barely stomach fresh broccoli in a salad. Dana's eyes went wide was saucers, this wasn't possible! There was something creepy running around her cupboards! She knew she saw it! "No, no, no dang it! Look, all this... this stuff wasn't in there before."

The older brunette was livid, first she was terrorized in her own kitchen, her roommate thinks she was losing her mind, and the people who're supposed to investigate this stuff can't find any evidence! By now Dana was on the verge of pulling her hair out. "Look! Mr. Spokes this wasn't here! There was nothing there! Cans cooked on this floor! Some kind of "thing" burst out of there taking a swipe at me! I heard growling and snarling! And there was some creature clawing for me! It was right here I swear it!"

Nervously rubbing the back of his frizzy red haired head Rusty couldn't think of much to tell her. "Sorry Dana, but I'm not getting readings of anything."

Naturally Fiona had a few more bones to pick with the redhead. "Well, are you using right?"

Now Rusty was many things, suave, confident, and so-called ladies' man but when things went crazy, he really didn't how to handle it. "Well Fiona, I think so. I think I am. But I know for sure there's no animal in that cupboard." He reiterated pointing at it.

''Well, that's great. Either there's a monster running around my kitchen or I'm crazy." Dana said glaring at her roommate.

"I don't think you're crazy Dana. Something terrified you in here. I just don't know what." Rusty said scratching his chin, deep in thought.

''I do." Fiona deadpanned.

Sighing Dana had one sarcastic retort. "Oh, I feel so much better now."

The trio regrouped in the living room. "Y'know Dana, Fiona lemme tell you a little something about myself. Every day I wake up deal with my dad getting missy with Katherine Mulligan, my little brother and his goth girlfriend. But when I get home from work to home and all I have is work. There's nothing else in my life I tell ya! I meet the both of you, and I say, finally, there's people with the same problems!"

Only that confession on riled up Fiona more uttering back sarcastically. "Oh yes. We all have the same problem. You."

By now Rusty's suave ladies' man persona kicked in, possibly at one of the worst times. "Well, I'm gonna go for broke in saying you two are very, very attractive."

"Get out." Fiona coldly said pointing to the door.

"Are you serious? I don't believe this. Like Fiona said will you leave please?' Dana said rubbing her temples expecting an incoming headache.

Taking a seat in an easy chair Rusty joked it off in the usual dorky manner. "And then they throw me out of their life. Thought I was a dork and probably not the first... "

Suddenly Rusty whirled around when an epiphany hitting him like a ton of bricks. "I've got it! I'll prove myself to you! Yeah. I'll solve your little problem. And then you'll tell me, "Rusty Spokes' a dude who gets stuff done!"

"Oh, I am so done with this poser." Fiona muttered, having enough of his antics.

By now Dana was almost finished pushing him out the door. "No kiss?" He asked confused.

The front door the apartment the ladies shared flew open, as the likes of Rusty Spokes landed with a thud on the hallway carpet. Naturally Fiona wasn't happy at all with the younger boy, cracking her knuckles. ''AGH! And never ever come back here!" And she then slammed the door.

Trying to figure out just what the heck had happened Rusty dusted himself off, getting back on his feet. "What a woman... '' Naturally he was swooning.

Once he got back on his feet his back hurt. "Ow... My back."

-outside Ghostbusters HQ

That night inside Ghostbusters HQ; in their refurbished kitchen the Ghostbusters dining on some takeout Giovanni Changs' Italian Chinese Bistro. Raising up their sodas Zach proposed it only fitting to have a toast. "To our first customers guys."

Downtrodden a bit Lincoln had one thing to point out. "To our first and only customers."

The group still needed a way to keep their only consumers around. His mind made up Rusty had an idea. "I got to take out some of the petty cash. We should take the out to dinner. We can't lose 'em."

But Stella had to point out one problem. "Uh, hate to be the bearer of bad news great looking feast here is last of that."

Noticing Zach stuffing his face too quickly Clyde suggested he slow it down. "Easy Zach slow down. Chew your food."

"Yeah, don't be like Virginnia." Liam added.

Little did the group realize it, but things were going to start heating up in the next few months. Could they take it on and come out on top? Time would tell.

-to be continued

Now first off, I didn't plan for this fic to take a lot from Ghostbusters: Afterlife. But the undertones are there though. Also, this is set during the summer vacation after Lincoln's circle of friends finish 8th grade. First few chapters will be the gang starting things up: building the equipment, getting a vehicle, tools, containment unit. Then the first big job comes in at Royal Woods Spa. Yes, there will be sliming. Lots of sliming. They ghosts slime a lot. Know that the ghosts can and will be sliming people. No firehouse though, but they'll be using some random unused bunker Lisa built sometime. As for ghosts? Many will be from the two-cartoon series, the games, and even the IDW Comics. A few will be original creatures from my own mind.

I hope you'll enjoy this story so please review it. Please read and review this and my other stories which range from: Yokohama Night Monsters, Power Rangers Dimension Legends, Loud House: Rise of Akira, ELG The Series, EL Digital Saviors, Cybertronian Invasion, Loud House Build Fighters, and Maverick Hunter KLN to satisfy your craving for bizarre crossovers. This is the bit where I mention saying good night, folks and take care this has been writer TURP signing off for the night. I hope you enjoy this new crazy story.

PS - Just something to remember here, Dana getting haunted in her apartment is just a reference to the first film, mostly because they're both named Dana. She won't be being into some Gozerian Terror Dog.