Blue Nova here.

I, personally, love this chapter.

And yes there will be slight crossover-ness here. You can guess what I mean if you understand, it's not that important if you don't.

Hope you like!

Chapter 4: Oil man and the Sea

'Oh crap!' Lola thought as she looked at the thing in front of her. 'I hope Peter knows what that thing is, cuz It does not look happy...' A terrified Lola thought.

"Why does EVERY rookie scream?" Peter complained, not looking where Lola was pointing. "Every time you guys see something a little bit freaky or weird, you shriek! You're a Ghostbuster now, at least your technically one. So act…" At this point Lola had grabbed his head and had forcibly turned it toward the creature. "Okay you may have a point about this thing,"

The creature in question was a

humanoid abomination dripping in black slime. One arm ended in a series of claw-like fingers that would make Freddy Kugar proud, while the other ended in what seemed to be a stubby two fingered appendage. One leg was thick as a tree and the other one was thin, but the thin one had an equally sized string of slime connecting it to the drain. It's head a parody of a shadowy face. Two glistening, black eyes stared back blankly. It stood there staring at them, the black slime moved separating, stretching, dripping to the ground, all the while being fed new black slime from its connection to the drain.

It just stood there staring at them. Peter looked at Lola.

"Got any ideas?"

"Me? Your the professional at this. Haven't you ever seen that… umm… whatever it is?" She asked back a little unnerved by the staring contest.

"Yeah. Sure. Of course I've seen this." He said lying through his teeth.

"But since you're the rookie...Why don't you scan it and see if it's in the Tobins spirit guild?" He suggested helpfully, while trying to move her behind him a bit.

Lola nodded and reached for her PKE meter. But just as she grabbed it, the creature's faceless features morphed, all the while the sickening sound of the black slime oozing filled the air. Lola was thoroughly freaked out by now. As was Peter, but he desperately tried to keep his usual cool. 'Can't look bad in front of the new guy…errr...girl.' Peter thought as he watched the grotesque display.

When the things head finally finished moving around like a cafeteria's mystery meat soup, its face looked like a copy of Peter's.

"I think it likes you." Lola said from behind Peter. "How did I end up behind you anyway?"

"Hey pal, I look a lot more handsome than that." Peter said to the thing, completely ignoring Lola's question.

It responded by slowing moving its black slime lips, it pulled back further and further until it lips had reached an inhuman point. Literally almost ear to ear. It was only made worse as the mouth opened revealing long stringy slime. Both watched it in stunned silence as the mouth widened until the slime between it's horrific grin broke, & seemed to sharpen into killer fangs. A slasher-smile truly worthy of a horror movie.

"Umm… Is that his angry face? 'Cause I think he knows you just insulted him and why the heck did you move me behind you?"

"I can't tell what that face means, but hurry up and scan him so we can move on! And can we move on from where you're standing..." Peter started but didn't finish.

Just as he started speaking, the creature's mouth swung open, stretching wide & huge, letting lose a scream of a thousand demons and helpless souls. Both Lola and Peter covered their ears and instinctively ducked, bracing themselves. The gust of cold putrid air blew their hair back & stomachs turn.

As suddenly as it started it stopped. When Peter and Lola finally got to their feet, the creature turned and raced leaving a black slime trail and ended in a sickening splat on the double doors that were behind it.

"COME ON!" Peter yelled as he grabbed a still woozy Lola by the arm and ran after the weird creature. The room they entered was coated floor to ceiling in splotches of black slime, pot and pans thrown everywhere, and an open fridge door…CRASH! ...Which just fell off. "Come out, come out wherever you are. I've got a breath mint for you." Peter called.

Hiding behind it, crouching on a box, was a man who appeared to be a hotel chef. Who was panicking, a lot.

"Qui sont vous ? Quelle était cette chose ? Qu'est-ce qui continue ?" He yelled looking around in fear.

"Umm, Do you know what he's saying? 'Cause I sure don't." Peter asked Lola.

"I got the gist of it." She replied. "You want me to answer?"

"Sure. Knock yourself out."

"Well sir, he and I are Ghostbusters. He's Peter Venkman and I'm Lola Rook.

As for what that thing was… well… Ummm… We don't now what that man-slime-thing was. But we're going to find where it went and stop it." She in French as best she could.

"Ask him if he's seen a floating green snotrag. About ye tall..." Peter held his hand up to chest level. "Green, dripping in slime, probably ate everything here and made this mess."

The chef shook his head no before Lola could even ask.

While he was gradually calming down, Lola was able to get a better look at him.

He had on a white chef's uniform that had splotches of slime on it. Blond, wavy hair that was slicked back with ectoplasm, surrounding a fairly handsome face, with a bit of stubble on his chin. He focused his blue eyes on her. "Oui, but what about the poisson?" He asked in English with a heavy French accent that made every word sound romantic.

"'Pu-son'? What?" Peter asked, confused.

"It means fish." Lola clarified. "Wait… Fish? What fish?"

The chef pointed a shaking finger toward the wall behind them.

Now there was a large window on that side of the kitchen, but instead of leading outside, it looked into the room next door. No one paid it any mind at first because it was covered in black slime on the other side. But as Lola and Peter looked toward it, suddenly the slime exploded through the glass. Peter tackled Lola and the chef to the ground to avoid the shards flying at them.

"Get down!"

"Hey!" Chorused the other two.

When they got back up, there was what appeared to be a fisherman staring at them all. He had a blue mist around him that took up most of the window space. He was dressed in a yellow rain slicker and cap. A few fish swimmig around him and through the strands of his giant, mighty beard.

"Okay who let the Gordons fisherman out of the fridge?" Peter cracked.

"Oh Dieu, not this again!" Francis, the chef, lamented.

The ghost diverted his attention away from Lola to glare at Peter and Francis. While he was distracted, Lola scanned him.

"Papa Sargassi, huh? I wonder why you're here at the Sedgewick…"

Peter cracked another joke that Lola didn't quite hear.

As if in response, Sargassi made his move. He held up a musical triangle and rang it a few times.

"So… Soups on? Time to rein in the cows? What?"

"Peter could you please stop antagonizing the ghost. We're supposed to be professionals." Egon rang in over radio.

"Oh hello Egon, and where were you a few minutes ago?" Peter nonchalantly turned away from the ghost to talk to Egon, as it continued ringing the triangle.

Suddenly Sargassi stopped and smirked as he faded away from the window. Then the seafood special he had been ordering arrived. It seemed like the hotel's fish special didn't want to be eaten and had decided to express their dislike. In a very violent way. Left and right the fish started pouring in and ramming the three.

"Poison!" and with that Francis picked up a pan and started hitting the ones that got close to him and Lola. Lola kept trying to get Peter's attention.

"Excuse me, Dr. Venkman I know your busy and all, but would it trouble you too much to HELP US!" She yelled whilst dodging a few charging grouper and salmon.

"Coming dear. Just keep your shirts on." Peter answered, blasting a few of the fish (while also destroying the center island). The two Ghostbusters and the chef made quick work of the remaining fish. "And this is why I always order the steak."

At that point Francis passed out.

After making sure he hadn't died and dragging him into a corner, Lola and Peter made their way to the door that was across the room. Just as they reached it though, a fridge slammed itself in to their path.

"This mamma ain't movin'" Peter said with one last shove on the blocking fridge. "Okay I guess this would be a good time to teach you a little bit of Ghostbuster know-how. To move 'em, first you gotta trap 'em, and to do that you use the other half of your neuron wand, the Capture Stream." He clarified by pointing at the fridge.

"So I point and blast the capture stream at the fridge?" Lola asked, already following his instructions. Once she started wrangling it, she wondered out loud where to put it.

"Just throw the junk anywhere. We don't stay for clean-up time."

"Well that's helpful." Lola deadpanned.

"I try." Peter echoed her words from earlier while they walked down the hall to the Alhandra ballroom.