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Chapter 3: the Job

Egon Spengler x reader series continues under the cut.

I ran through my morning routine, knowing I was going to be late. Damn that alarm clock that didn’t ring. As I pulled my shoes onto my feet and grabbed my name tag, I thought of the best route I could take to get to the restaurant. 

Until I remembered that I didn’t have a car anymore since it got stolen. I can never seem to get a break. 

I remembered that back way through the alley near Melody’s Diner and ran as fast as I could. I could cut through traffic, I’ve done it before. 

I bolted out the door once my shoes were on my feet and tried my best not to trip on the stairs on my way down. If I am late again, my boss will surely fire me this time, that’s for sure. I’ve been late over 7 times this year, I guess this year isn’t my year. First a ghost basically destroys my house with a little help from the Ghostbusters, but I might get fired for being late. 

Wow, my life really does suck. 

I finally made it down to the bottom of the stairwell and I sprinted through the little lobby in my apartment building, running out the door and cutting through the alley and Melody’s Diner and hopping a few fences before I finally made it in front of my job: Armand’s Restaurant. 

I took a deep breath before going around the back, through the staff entrance, and slipped inside. I clocked in and put on my name tag, looking around to see if anyone noticed I was late again…until my eyes landed on my boss, who was staring me down. 

He gestured for me to follow him to his office, which I followed behind him silently. I knew I was either fired or going to be yelled at. Neither would be great but I’d rather be yelled at than lose my job. 

“I can explain-” I tried to say, but my boss spoke before me. 

“You’re fired. You’ve been late too many times!” My boss leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he looked at me before he held out his hand. “Give me your name tag. Now.” He said sternly.

I felt my heart sink at his words. “Please don’t fire me, I need this job. Without it…I-I can’t pay my rent!” 

My boss made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I guess you should have thought about that before being late 7 times this year.” he pointed to the door. 

I got up, my anger starting to boil over as I yelled at him. “You know what? Screw you,” 

I went out of his office, grabbed my coat, and left without a word. 

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The past few weeks had been a wreck. 

I had made résumé after résumé to different places that I thought would take me. I even sent a résumé to a therapist office, maybe I had a chance with my psychology degree. 

One day, I had a stroke of luck. A flyer for a job with no résumé required, though it was buried beneath a flyer for a babysitting job. I had almost taken the babysitting flyer, that’s how desperate I was for money. 

I quickly pulled down the flyer and read the job description. It provided its own housing and paid somewhat amazingly. It felt like a miracle until I looked at the name of the job. 

Well, when one is desperate for steady income, they will do anything to achieve it. 

I took the flyer with me as I walked home, occasionally looking at it. I guess I will see the Ghostbusters a little sooner than I anticipated.

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Chapter 2: Meeting

Egon Spengler x reader series that starts under the cut

The moment there was a knock at my door, I sprang up. 

I swiftly opened it and was greeted by the sight of the three men from the television. ‘Wow, Peter really does look like that.’ I thought before my thoughts went back to the ghost in my kitchen. 

“Are you Y/n L/n?” The one with the cigarette dangling from his lips spoke first. 

I nodded. “Thank god you’re here.” I let them in as I continued talking. “You see, I don’t usually believe in this sort of thing but there really is a ghost in my kitchen, throwing glass plates and stuff around and screeching.” 

The one with the glasses looked at me. “Screeching?” He asked. 

Just as he asked, an ear piercing screech echoed through my apartment. I could hear my neighbor grumbling about the sound already. 

“That screeching.” The one that looked like a rat, Peter, said.

I pointed to the kitchen. “That’s where it is, as I’ve said. Now can you get this thing or what?” 

They immediately went into the kitchen and I almost winced at the amount of things I heard breaking from my living room. I heard yelling, screeching and cussing and all I could think was ‘what are they doing in there?’ 

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None of them had technically caught a ghost before but they had encountered them but none of those other ghosts compared to the one they were trying to capture in Y/n kitchen. 

Egon tried to not break anything, since he could tell that everything in there was pure necessities but his fellow Ghostbusters weren’t as observant. 

Peter tried to hit the ghost with the Proton Pack but the ghost moved, which caused the beam to hit the toaster and catch it on fire. “Damn this ghost! It’s slippery!” 

Ray pulled out a trap. “Egon, Peter, try to trap it in that corner over there!” He yelled over the screeching ghost, who seemed more enraged than ever. The fire in it’s hair seemed to burn brighter than before. 

“I think we royally pissed her off,” Peter commented before ducking to dodge a knife being thrown at his head from the ghost. “Oh, you bitch! You’re going down,” 

Egon turned on his pack and shot the ghost, backing it slowly into the corner of the room. “NOW!” He yelled to Ray. 

Ray slipped the trap under the ghost and activated it. 

The ghost screamed and fought but it slowly got sucked into the trap until all that was left was some ectoplasm residue on the kitchen floor and the ruined appliances littered around the room. 

Egon took out an empty container and quickly scooped the access ectoplasm into it, screwing the lid back on. “We should study this.” He commented, holding it towards Peter and Ray for them to look at the glowing blue slime. 

Peter immediately backed away. “Don’t put that disgusting stuff near me, Egon!” 

Ray seemed more intrigued than anything. “I’ve never seen it in blue before. Green, obviously and sometimes pink, but never blue.”

Egon gave Ray the container of blue ectoplasm to look at as he walked around the room, observing the now ruined kitchen. There wasn’t much decoration, just necessities like the now on fire toaster. Egon grabbed a cup and filled it with water before dumping it onto the fire. “I feel bad for breaking their stuff, these toasters are hard to find these days.” 

“Yeah, they’re selling like hotcakes downtown.” Ray said, half paying attention as he stared into the ectoplasm. 

Peter groaned and snatched the container out of Ray’s hands. “Chill with that thing, it’s not like it’s going to disappear on you.” 

Egon picked up the broken toaster. “I think we should talk to the client.” 

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“2,000 dollars?!” I yelled, pointing to my kitchen. “You’re going to charge me 2,000 dollars when my kitchen looks like that after you get the ghost? Do you know how much those fridges cost in this economy?!” 

Peter held out the paper in his hands. “I mean, the numbers don’t-” 

I took the paper from his hands. “Who wrote this, a toddler just starting math? None of this makes sense!” 

Ray stifled a laugh at the comment while Egon just stared. 

“We can…dull down the price, if you want.” Egon said. 

“To what?” You asked. 

“600.” 

Peter almost choked on air at Egon’s price, same with Ray. “600?!” They both said. 

Egon glared at the two of them. “We did ruin their kitchen. The least we can do is put the price down for them.” 

I smile. “Thank you, Mr…?” 

Egon stopped glaring at Peter and Ray to smile politely at me and to hold out his hand for me to shake. “My name is Egon. Egon Spengler. I know you’re Y/n L/n.” He then gestured to Peter. “This man is Peter Venkman, and the man with the cigarette is Ray Stantz.” 

They both nodded before looking back at the paper with Peter's messy handwriting. “You sure it’s 600?” Ray asked.

Egon nodded. “Positive.” 

Peter shrugged. “Well, you’re our math guy.” He shut the book before they all turned to me. 

I fished through my pockets until I pulled out my wallet and opened it. I pulled out the 600 and handed it to Egon. “There. You're 600.” 

Egon pocketed the money. “Have a good day, Mrs. L/n.” 

With that, the Ghostbusters went to the door and left, leaving me standing there. 

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happy birthday Gus finch! And hey, at least it's a happy day for the both of us, right?

Happy birthday, Gus! 🎉🥳 my third favorite Finch just so happens to have his birthday on my last day of school ughhh.

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Egon x Reader Chapter One: The Ghost

I thought the ad on the television was another one of those fake ones that a lot of people make these days. People would pay for false ads all the time and especially one about these so-called “Ghostbusters”, who claimed that not only ghosts were real, but they could ‘bust’ them. It made me want to laugh. 

I swear I recognized one of them, but I think that just might be that feeling where you see someone you think you know but you don’t. 

There was nothing worse than liars, in my opinion…well, or those horrible people you read about in the papers. 

And that’s what I labeled them: Liars. People trying to scam people into paying in advance to get money out of people who were crazy enough to believe them. 

That was, until one day. 

I was getting home from a long day at the restaurant down the corner. I had gone to college, for god sakes. I had gotten a degree in psychology, which was now growing dust in a box somewhere in my apartment. No one could get a job with that, really, unless you wanted to work at some place where they frowned at you everytime you did something wrong…or have to listen to other people’s problems, knowing you too had problems. 

At this point, the only reason I chose psychology was because I thought that it would be the easiest. Biggest lie ever. 

I shift through my pockets, looking for my keys. Finally, I pulled them out and jammed them into the lock. I had to jimmy the key a little before pushing my door open and shutting it behind me. 

My apartment wasn’t much. There were only the necessities since I couldn’t really afford anything else. I put my stuff down on the counter and plopped down onto the couch that I got from my mom when she moved away. 

New York, city of dreams, now felt like the place I was destined to die in. The place where I felt like I would slowly rot away until I was a shell of who I was. 

I guess that’s another reason I took psychology: my weird ways of thinking. 

Sleep started to overtake me when I heard a clatter in my bathroom. I flinch up and look towards where my bathroom was. 

“Is someone there?” I called out, hoping for an answer. Or anything. 

Silence. 

I slowly rose from the couch and walked towards the bathroom, trying to be as silent as I could. 

I pushed open the door and almost fell back in surprise. 

There, in my bathroom, was a floating person…or something that looked like a person from where I was standing. It seemed to be a woman but her hair was seemingly on fire and she was glowing blue and levitating. 

I screamed and slammed my bathroom door. I remembered that ad from earlier. What was the number again? Oh, right. 555-2368, now I remember. 

I ran around my apartment, looking for the phone until I found the thing. I grabbed the receiver and dialed the number as fast as I could once I heard my bathroom door starting to open on its own, probably the ghost. 

A ghost in my house…this was a weird experience, since I never believed in ghosts. 

I guess I have to now. 

The phone rang and rang until a female voice answered the phone in a bored voice. “Hello, Ghostbusters.” 

“Yeah, T-there’s a ghost just running around my house.” I heard a crash in my kitchen that sounded like breaking glass. “I think it's breaking plates now.”

The woman on the other end of the phone was now sounding more excited. “Really? What did it look like?” It was clear this was one of their first calls. 

I sigh. “It looked like a female glowing blue with their hair on fire. I just need someone down here as fast as you guys can. Please.” 

“What's your name?” The woman asked. 

“Y/n. Y/n L/n,” I said, looking up towards my kitchen in case the ghost came into the living room to throw plates. 

“They are on their way.” The woman then hung up the phone. 

I put the receiver back onto the phone and slowly backed towards the door, sitting beside it as well as hiding from the ghost. 

As I heard another sound of glass breaking, I could only think. ‘They better get here fast.’

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egon x reader fanfiction chapter one coming soon!

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ALEX HIRSCH

If you ever see this, Gravity Falls got me out of a depression period and a writers block as well. Have the best birthday, our king

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the fun of seeing cars getting smashed while YOU scenepacks are in your earphones hits different

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dr flug

Dr flug....is the shared husband in our cult

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REQUESTS!

Im going to start writing fanfiction for characters. Shows in description.

I WILL DO:

F/F

M/f

M/m

Fluff

Angst

Maybe a little sexual content but not a lot

Yandere

I WILL NOT

Incest

Pedophilia

Rape

Non-con

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I've done it....it couldn't get Egon Spengler