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ghostbustersreborn · 1 year

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Chapter 6

the second they got home, peter plopped himself onto the sofa. not bothering to take his coat off.

tara shook her head.

"dad, you know you have a bed." she reminded him.

"yes. but this is my couch and my couch deserves some love too." peter explained to her.

"you're a weirdo, dad." tara told him.

"no, you are." venkman retorted.

"whatever, i'll be in my room." she said.

"and i'll be right here." he said back to her.

not too long after that, peter drifted off to sleep.

soon, that sleep was interrupted by a knock on the door as well the sound of a crying baby.

tara ran out of her room. wondering what all the commotion was.

she ran over to her dad, who was somehow still sleeping through all of this.

"dad, get up." she tapped him.

no response.

"peter, it's me please let us in!" she could hear dana say.

"oh my god, dad get the hell up!" she snapped.

"what the hell, tara?!" peter jolted awake.

another knock at the door and yet another wail from the baby.

"what the hell?" he mumbled.

"get up." she ordered him.

peter reluctantly got up from the couch. he went over to the door and opened it, revealing a very upset dana and an equally as upset oscar on the other end.

"i didn't know where else to go." dana expressed, as she came in.

she had nothing but a coat on, which covered both her and the baby.

"what happened?" tara asked, worry evident in her voice.

"the most awful thing happened." barrett stated. "the bathtub.. the bathtub was trying to eat oscar."

"your bathtub was going to eat oscar?" tara said in shock. "damn, well you don't hear that everyday."

"i was giving him a bath, there was all this pink ooze everywhere, and it was reaching for him." she held the baby close to him as he whimpered.

"you're all right." peter comforted her.

"i'm not gonna let 'em get you." dana assured the baby.

"all right. you're all safe now, okay?" he promised her.

peter took off his coat as he went; "everybody's fine now."

"he's so terrified." dana cradled oscar.

"you guys sit down and relax, huh?" peter instructed.

"is there anything i can do, dad?" tara stepped in.

"fix her some coffee." peter requested.

tara nodded. she scurried off into the kitchen to do just that.

"come on, just sit down." venkman lead them over to the couch. "i'll get you guys a shirt or somethin'. hold on."

he went over to the telephone, to call ray.

he looked over seeing dana coddling her baby.

peter stepped inside his room, once ray had picked up.

"here, you go dana." tara handed her the coffee.

"thank you, tara." dana said taking it with her free hand.

"i'm sorry your tub tried to eat you and oscar." tara apologized, taking a seat on the couch.

dana smiled.

peter came out of his room a few minutes later.

"let dana sit." peter told tara.

tara got up from the couch, where dana then took a seat.

peter sat on the couch next to them. he was holding something.

"ray's going to go on over to your place and just take a look." peter informed her.

"he is?" dana asked.

"okay." peter held up what he was holding, it was his jets t shirt. his most prized possession. "i have been holding on to this for a long time, oscar."

dana turned him around, to have him facing peter.

"i got this from a girl, who got this from joe willie namath, okay?"

like the baby knew what or who he was talking about.

"we don't know how, we don't wanna know. so, i would appreciate it, if you would not hose this thing down, okay?" he requested.

dana laid him down on the shirt as peter said; "give it your own personal rinse? thank you."

tara leaned over the couch and went; "pee in it all you want, okay?"

"don't listen to her, she's a bad influence." peter advised oscar.

"look who's talkin?" tara joked with her dad.

"looked in the mirror lately?" he retorted.

tara stuck her tongue out at him.

"quick, oscar pull her piercing out." peter said picking him up once he tied the shirt around him.

tara ducked as peter lifted him up, pretending that oscar was trying to get her piercing.

dana laughed at the two's playful banter between one another.

"ohh, we'll get it one day." peter said laying the baby back down. "you're going to be staying at uncle pete's until this blows over." he looked to dana. "this is your place now."

she smiled.

peter hopped onto his bed, making the bed frame squeak a little.

he put his hand on his leg.

tara stood off to the side with dana and oscar in the doorway.

she snickered. "what a man child." she commented.

"am not." peter denied.

tara rolled her eyes.

he directed his attention over to the older woman and her son.

"hi. come on in, this is my place." he greeted.

dana laughed before coming inside. tara followed her in.

he laid on his back when dana went over to the bed and sat down.

"so, how are we going to handle the sleeping arrangements?" she questioned.

"well, what's for me is" he laid on his side. "if i lie on my side like this and you spoon up beside me, your arm draped over me. we do it the other way." he flipped onto his other side. "i get your hair caught in my throat. and oscar sleeps in tara's room."

"what?!" tara blurted out.

"tara, you can give up your bed for a baby can't you?" peter asked her.

"hmph." she huffed.

he sat up.

"well, how about you on the sofa and me and the baby in the bed?" dana suggested.

"better idea." tara nodded.

"okay. tara, you on the couch. me in your bed." he said.

"what? hell no!" she objected.

"fine." he gave in. "i'll sleep on the couch."

peter sat up all the way, he moved himself over to dana.

"it's so late, i really ought to put him down." dana realized.

"may i?" peter requested.

"oh god. here we go." tara grumbled, leaning up against the doorframe.

"yeah, if you want to." she accepted.

peter leaned in, pointing to the baby.

"you're short, your belly button sticks out too far, and you're a terrible burden on your poor mother." he teased.

he wiggled his finger at the child.

"okay, dad that's enough. let's go." she urged him.

peter smiled up at dana. "goodnight." he said.

dana smiled back at peter. "goodnight, peter."

"goodnight, dana!" tara said as she walked out of the room.

"goodnight, tara!" dana said back.

peter got up from his bed. before he left, he went;

"are you sure you don't want me to lay with you?" "peter go!" dana ordered.

"just yell if you need me to lay with ya." he said before leaving.

dana rolled her eyes.

"please don't be anything like him, okay?" she asked of oscar.

the ecto 1A pulled up to the art museum the next day. once, telling the boys about the strange painting. they had to go see it. take some pictures, inspect it with the PKE meter, you know the drill.

peter and tara were at the museum already waiting for them.

peter went over to ray just as he was getting out.

"did you find anything at dana's?" asked peter.

tara stood by egon. which wasn't a big surprise.

"did the bathtub try to eat you too?" tara asked him.

"no." he denied.

"oh. bummer." tara frowned.

"nah, nothing but mood slime residue around the bathtub." ray revealed.

egon and winston were pulling their proton packs out of the trunk.

"but i did get something on that vigo character you mentioned." he shared.

he pulled out a piece of paper, showing it to peter.

tara stepped in, wanting to take a look.

"found it in leon zundinger's magicians, martyrs and madmen." he handed the paper over to peter.

peter quickly scanned it.

"dig that."

"vigo the carpathain." egon started as winston helped him with his proton pack. "born 1505, died 1610."

"one hundred and five years old, he hung in there, didn't he?" peter snorted.

"he didn't die of old age, either." ray informed him.

"of course, he didn't. psychopaths usually don't." tara muttered.

"he was poisoned, stabbed, shot, hung, stretched, disemboweled, drawn and quartered." ray listed off the graphic gory details.

"ouch." both tara and her dad said.

"i guess he wasn't too popular at the end, huh?" winston assumed.

"either that or he asked for all of it. people have kinks y'know?" tara commented.

"no, not exactly a man of the people. also known as vigo the cruel, vigo the torturer, vigo the despised and vigo the unholy."

"wasn't he also vigo the butch?" peter asked.

"and dig this there was a prophecy." ray mentioned as they headed for the stairs.

"a prophecy? what for?" tara questioned.

"just before his head died, his last words were "death is but a door, time is but a window, i'll be back."" stantz read off.

"damn." tara said in astonishment. "he sounds pessimistic."

everyone looked up as the boys and tara entered the room. looking like total bad asses. well, that's what they thought they were looking until peter said;

"suck in the guts guys, we're the ghostbusters."

tara looked down at her stomach, was her gut really sticking out?

"dad, shut up." she ordered.

and here came janosz..

"no! no, please go. you!" he demanded.

"oh, boy." she sighed.

"who's this wiggler?" ray asked peter.

"he's yours, ray. sic him." peter directed.

"i have discussed this with you." janosz claimed.

ray stepped in front.

"hi, how are you?" he greeted. "ray stantz from the ghostbusters, nice to meet you."

peter took off his jacket and so did tara.

"i tell you, and i told your friend."

winston was already scanning the place with the PKE meter.

"beautiful lab here." ray complimented."we're just doing a routine spook check." he informed the guy.

"dr.venkman, then is not here." janosz claimed.

"here you go, janosz." tara said, kindly handing him her winter coat over.

peter handed him his coat as well.

"yeah, we know that johnny." peter assured.

"so why are you came?" he questioned.

"well, we got a report there was a major creep in the area." he spoke as he handed tara the camera.

since, she was good with cameras it only seemed reasonable for her to be the one taking the photos.

though, she did not want to be anywhere near the painting since what it did to her yesterday..

"we checked our list and you were right on the top." peter exchanged.

tara hung the camera around her neck. she let out a sigh, preparing herself for when she had to make contact with the painting again.

god, she really hated that painting.

peter rested his hand on his shoulder.

"johnny, where in the hell are you from, anyway?" he asked.

"the upper west side." janosz answered.

egon stepped in. "the whole room's extremely hot, peter." he informed him.

"oh, lovely. hope my nose doesn't start to bleed." tara said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

going over to the painting..

"ew, that's one ugly dude." winston commented on the painting.

tara nodded in agreement.

"he looks like a cult leader." she remarked.

"for all we know, he probably was." he said back to her.

"like charles manson." she shuddered.

"well, that's vigo." peter told him. "mr. vigo!" he called. "tara, come on." he motioned.

tara followed him over to the painting.

"start taking pictures." he ordered.

tara nodded. she got out the camera and aimed it at the painting.

just like that. she felt light headed.

she started snapping away, so she could get finished with this faster.

"please, no, don't." janosz begged.

"come on, show us something." peter spoke to it.

"no, no, no!" he yelled, stepping in front of it.

tara frowned.

"no photographs, please!" he cried.

"well if he says no photographs.." she trailed off.

"tara, don't listen to him." peter told her.

tara frowned. she felt like she was going to pass out.

"slides are available in the gift shop, eh?" he told them, hoping they'd leave.

winston grabbed a hold of him, pulling him out of the way.

"yeah, thanks. thank you winston." peter told him. "now, continue taking pictures."

tara did what she was told.

"all right, i think... you know what? give us angry, will ya?" he asked the painting. "will ya give us angry? you've had a bad day, you're cranky. yeah, thank you. good, good. ooh, angrier."

tara's ears started to ring again.

she took pictures mindlessly, like she didn't have control of her body. she was just snapping away, like it was nothing.

her eyes glazed over. she felt her body go completely numb.

the painting smiled at her.

she closed her eyes, not wanting to look at it anymore.

"ooh, i'm scared, you're scaring me, stop it." she could hear her father faintly say.

tara breathed heavy, her heart was racing.

she needed to stop. she wanted to stop. yet it seemed like she couldn't.

ray was up on a ladder, examining the painting with a scanner.

even he fell into a trance.

"give me hot and sexy."

his arms fell limb as he stared mindlessly at the painting.

"tara, tara. why aren't you taking pictures?" he shook her arm trying to get her attention.

"tara." he said in a sing-songy voiced.

he snapped in her face.

"tara!" he rose his voice a little.

she flinched when finally being pulled out of whatever trance she was previously in.

"you got the hots for vigo?" peter teased.

she quickly regained her composure. "n-no." she denied.

"we've got to take more pictures." he reminded her.

"i-i don't want to." she stuttered out.

"what, you scared?" he joked.

"something like that." tara replied.

he laughed. "okay, scaredy cat. hand me the camera then." he motioned.

she handed over the camera.

she went off to the side, where she was safe from vigo.

she then noticed ray who was in a similar trance like she was.

this painting really was creepy.

"i bet the girls like ya, huh?" peter started talking to the painting again as he took the pictures. "huh? do the girls? do the guys? bet they both do, huh? what about the animals, they like ya?"

tara swore she saw vigo's eyes glow pink.

"that's it, more." peter snapped for emphasis. "yeah, come on. you're big! you're big!" he yelled. "all right, destroy me! destroy me now."

tara stepped forward. suddenly, concerned for ray.

"ray." she tried getting his attention.

no response.

"ray." she said again.

egon came out from wherever he was, raising a brow at peter.

"venkman.." he tried getting his attention.

"give it! give it!" peter continued to yell.

"venkman." peter turned over to him, stopping whatever he was doing. "we need to talk, come on." he nodded.

peter looked at the painting one last time. "i've worked with better. but not many. thank you."

he turned away from the painting, he thanked janosz.

winston noticed ray who was still in a trance.

"hey. hey!" winston called, he shook his arm.

"huh?" ray said, confused.

"you finished?" he asked him.

ray relaxed.

"yeah, i'm finished here." ray told him as he got off the ladder.

"are you alright?" zeddemore asked him.

"what?" ray said back.

"i mean, you're not coming down with something?" winston clarified.

tara quickly followed them. she swore she saw the painting blink.

ray chuckled. "me?"

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beepboop358 · 2 years

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I'm the anon about the queerbaiting.. What I meant was it wouldn't be queerbaiting if Byler does NOT happen because all this queer coding would turn out to have been accidental. Yes I've seen your Byler slides and to me the only real intentional hints are those about Will being gay, and maybe having a crush on Mike. The rest could just be accidental, or a case of apophenia. For example the eyewitness parallel, I'm sorry I don't think the Duffers have even seen eyewitness. They usually reference movies in ST, not TV shows (see the Video Store Friday). (Also, every person claiming Mike is gay seem to have forgotten about his reaction to seeing El looking like a girl for the first time, with the dress and wig. I'm sorry but if anything, Mike is bi). But even then, my opinion is that the writers just wanted to depict a beautiful friendship between two boys and we took it to mean something else. That being said, maybe they realized the potential of this story and decided to actually go there in ST4, which is why I still have some hope for canon Byler. But I really don't think queer Mike was intended in S1,2,3 (and yes I've seen the evidence). Too many things would have been different if they wanted to go there, and we would have the same amount of hints for Mike than we have for Will (I'm talking in quality, not quantity). Thanks for answering these asks by the way :)

hi again anon!

I don't think there's any chance it's accidental because it's just so intricate, you know? And I really don't think it's apophenia because all that queercoding stuff I talk about in the slides, is really there in the show. We're supposed to pick up on it. I don't think we are turning this into something else at all, because all the stuff we claim as proof is not made up it's really there for us to see :) And there's just so much of it.... And this all has to go through several different departments, to even happen in the first place, so everyone on set knows about it. Like the art department has to know Mike is gay to put up that rainbow heart drawing and Will's drawing in El's room, set designers have to know Mike is gay to give him rainbow bedsheets, the costume designer has to know Mike is gay to code his clothing (like dressing him in the colors of the gay men's flag), the editors have to know Mike is gay to do the music coding, the writers obviously have to know he was gay to write him as queer coded, etc, etc, everyone involved in this production has to be on the same page, and that is how we end up with so much evidence and queercoding.

I think if they wanted to just depict Will and Mike as friends, they would not use rainbow imagery for both of them, and they wouldn't put their relationship into romantic contexts. Like paralleling Will and Mike to Dana and Venkman from ghostbusters in s2, and so much more :) That's an iconic 80's classic that almost everyone watching the show knows, it's a very visible romantic parallel with Mike & Will. Like they could have written the season so Mike and El were paralleled to Dana and Venkman, but instead they chose to have El away from Mike for pretty much all but 5 minutes of screen time. Also most of the slides are actually about Mike being queer coded, Will actually has less queercoding in the show, but because he has never shown any interest or attraction to girls, I think it's much easier for people to accept that Will is not straight, than accepting that Mike isn't either.

I totally understand what you're saying about Mike possibly being bisexual, and that's a very real possibility! I personally think he's gay rather than bisexual, because of how he acts in season 3 displaying comphet and internalized homophobia. I mean...that opening make-out scene in s3 is so queer coded towards Mike I still can't believe they did that LOL. The drawing of Will's on El's wall, the rainbow drawing with his name like the one in his basement in s1, taking her hands off him as they kiss, the "just a little more time could open closing doors, just a little uncertainty can bring you down" lyrics are just so GAY omfg. I read an article once (I forget where but I'll try to find it) where someone (it might have been the music director?) saying they search for the perfect songs for months, so that song was definitely intentionally picked for queercoding that scene. And hats off to the art director for those rainbow drawings in El's room and the drawings of Will's. Which a Netflix account recently confirmed, but has since deleted (sorry the quality is so bad, this is a screenshot of a screenshot of a screenshot that wasn't loading LOL)

You could be right the Duffers themselves haven't seen eyewitness, but someone on the writers team definitelyyyyy has. That parallel is so freaking close there is no way that wasn't intentional. It's pretty much exactly the same. And just because they normally use movies in the show doesn't mean they won't or can't use TV shows too, they use Dawson's creek (as found by kaypeace) in the show, to parallel Mike to Jack, the gay boy who is *currently* dating a girl, and Matt Duffer said he was obsessed with the show (her posts here and here)

The scene of the snowball in s2 when Mike sees El is very interesting, and there's so much coding in that scene, and when Mike sees El at the dance, his face doesn't scream head over heels, he looks shocked and surprised, and then uncomfortable...

I think Mike is very heavily queer coded in the first 3 seasons, and I think everything is perfect as is :) I don't think they are trying to tell a "straight forward" (ahaha) story about sexuality with Mike at all, I think it's supposed to be a little messy and confusing, because that's what Mike is experiencing. He's confused, real life is messy, and it's sometimes HARD to figure out your sexuality, so the show reflects that. Not everyone always knows. Will and Mike imo represent two completely opposite ways of coming to terms with your sexuality. I think Will has always known, and Mike hasn't.

And, things change because life changes. What once was will not always be, especially when you are a kid. Mike dating El or finding her attractive at one point, doesn't rule out at all he could be gay (bc comphet). It's hard to figure yourself out, and Mike's story is alllll over the map with that, perfectly so. Will has less quality and quantity of queercoding than Mike does, which is actually really surprising to me. Mike's queercoding is littered everywhere in the show, but Will's is only in a few scenes...I'm not sure why most viewers accept that Will is gay, but not Mike when Mike has even more queercoding than Will does.

But again, I respect if you or anyone has a different opinion than I do :)

thanks again for the ask! I hope you're doing good! xx

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lilchairstacker · 3 years

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I'm sorry this took so long, I've been really busy with work. But I hope you enjoy the first oneshot of my Ghostbusters AU :).

After the incidents of June 1984, and 1989, the US government agreed to sponsor a project in 2003 to keep all of the country safe. It was formed to protect the country from the Animators and horrors of the Fifth Dimension.

After the retirement of Dr. Venkman and Winston Zeddemore, Dr. Spengler and Dr. Stantz prepared a project to train and put recruits into the field with functioning Proton packs all across America.

They called this group the GhostCorps.

Not again.

Ulysses always had these nightmares. Well, he wasn’t exactly sure what they were. They were a strange amalgamation of a nightmare and lucid dreaming. In these “lucid nightmares”, Ulysses was able to walk around a strange environment that he could only guess was how he imagined the Spirit World. The Fifth Dimension.

It always reminded him of the movie Inception. He still didn’t understand the movie, but all he knew was that the people in the movie created the environments they were dreaming about from their imagination. He must have had a big imagination for something like this.

The most he was able to do was walk around, move things, and that was all. For some reason in these dreams, he was never able to speak. But he assumed it was just part of the nightmare.

The world looked similar to the one he lived in now. He was in his apartment in New York. Utica, New York that is. More like, the apartment he lived in outside of his dreams. In his dreams, it was empty, which he never understood. But it was a dream, what was there to understand?

He was standing where his bed was, and he sighed to himself. He had normal dreams sometimes, but rarely.

He looked out the window into the foggy, orange tinted sky. The detail that always filled him with dread. He couldn’t get used to it.

I don’t want to go out there, he thought to himself.

Normally, he would go out and wander. There was nothing better to do with the amount of time he spent there. If he stayed, usually something would… find him. And he would wake up.

Ulysses sat on the floor roughly, silence ringing in his ears.

He always thought there was a reason for all of this, but he could never figure out what. There was nothing here except the ghosts and specters that always plagued his dreams.

He flinched when the silence was broken by soft thuds under him. Large, but meaningful steps that were coming closer.

Please don’t.

Ulysses just wanted a normal dream, or even not one at all. He was tired of waking up in a panic after what he had just seen, sweat sliding down his temple. As if all of the chasing and running had been real.

He stood up and quickly pressed his ear to the door.

The footsteps seemed to keep their pace, but that didn’t comfort him. He could run for the roof, he knew that that was really the only way out. And then he could go down through the fire escape.

One thing that was strange is that, in these dreams, every room, every building, and every landmark was the same. Always. He could go into parts of this apartment complex that he had never been before, and they would be the same in real life.

Ulysse tried not to think about it too hard, it wasn’t like he’d ever get a straightforward answer to all of this.

He slowly creaked his door open to peer through the hallway, the steps were louder now. He needed to move fast.

Ulysses quickly ran towards the stairs, where he could hear the steps clearly now. Whatever it was, it was big. And fast.

He made sure to take careful, but fast steps through the stairs. Hopefully he could get to the roof.

Even if he was dreaming, and he was aware of it. He was still scared to jump. In these dreams, running or anything never affected his stamina, so his pace never wavered.

Once he finally got to the roof, he ran to the edge where there was a large ledge that was waist high. Like a wall.

He stared at the door, gripping the ledge tightly.

I need to talk to a doctor or something. I can’t do this anymore, he thought to himself.

He turned and looked down to the ground. He didn’t do well with heights…

Ulysses whipped around when the door flung open, making a loud bang as it slammed into the wall it was mounted on.

In the doorway was a large… thing.

It looked like a gargoyle that had come to life, something he had never seen before in his dreams. But it was on fire. It was made of stone, and it was on fire.

Ulysses wanted to scream, but nothing ever came out.

He had heard of these before, they were around when there was a small situation in 1991. It was a smaller paranormal event than the ones in 1984 and 1989, but it still caused significant damage.

It stomped towards him faster than he could think of what to do and grabbed his neck with its strong, stone claw.

Oddly, he could not feel the heat of the fire or any burning, but the straining on his neck was unnoticeable.

He gasped for air, kicking at the thing's arms. But it never reacted.

Sounds that sounded inhuman began to come from its mouth, like it was trying to tell him something. But what was it?

He stopped thinking about it when he was lifted off his feet, and slowly pulled over the edge of the building. There was nothing under him now.

He didn't move now, out of fear he might be dropped.

And then he was dropped.

He felt a ping of shock the moment he was dropped, because he knew it was over.

And then he woke up.

He knew he woke up screaming, but he couldn't hear it in his own ears.

He threw himself up, as if the gargoyle would be there again in his room. In the dark, empty apartment.

But after thoroughly checking the shadows on the walls and ceiling, he realized he was alone again. And alive.

Ulysses began to let his breathing slow down, digging his hands into his mop of curly brown hair.

He was sweating profusely, he quietly stared at the floor.

"I'm fine… M'fine…" He murmured to himself, and to reassure himself that he had a voice in this world.

He looked over at his alarm clock that had survived throughout his whole childhood, it read: 2:42.

Ulysses sighed, he couldn't ever go back to sleep when he had those dreams. And he wasn't going to try either.

He laid back down in his bed and stared at the ceiling. The streetlights shined in dimly through the windows above the head of his bed. There was something nice about it that he liked. The way it casted light onto his ceiling. It was calming.

Usually his mother wanted him to call her after these dreams happened, no matter what time. But he wasn't going to do that. He didn't want to wake her at the time.

He stayed quiet the rest of the night, and never noticed the marks of struggle that littered his neck.

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