Equestria Ninja Girls Who Ya Gonna Call?

by WarriorofFaith18

The Sedgewick

After forming their alliance, Donnie and the others joined the Ghostbusters on their mission. As they drove to the destination in the Ecto-1, the group shared their origin stories with the guys.

“So you use to be an ordinary turtle along with your brothers before coming in contact with this… mutagen?” Ray recollected.

“That’s right, Ray.” Donnie nodded.

“And that stuff came from these brain aliens called the Kraang?” Peter raised a brow. “So much for there being no such thing as aliens.”

“Some people say that about ghosts, Peter.” Egon stated before asking. “And your father was a ninja master turned rat who taught you guys as well as Applejack and her friends ninjutsu?”

“Eyup.” Applejack nodded.

“And your father was killed by his brother turned rival, this Shredder guy?” Rowan asked. “Sorry about him, btw.”

“Yeah. Sorry.” Sighed Slimer.

“Thanks.” Donnie smiled.

Ray then turned to Blade. “So, Blade, you’re from a world of Ponies that got mutated by the Kraang?”

“That’s right. While I look normal in this human form, back home I was changed by the Kraang and shunned by my friends. I lived in exile until my sister and my friends helped me back to society and now I am of the royal guard.”

“Least you’re living the dream.” Chuckled Peter. “And Shredder’s old clan is under new management?”

“Yes. My friend Karai, who Shredder raised but was really Splinter’s daughter, now runs the clan for the better. We even have our own cruise line. I might get you guys free season passes.” Shini smiled.

“We’re here!” Peter stopped the car in front of a big building labeled ‘The Sedgewick Hotel’. Everyone got out and strapped on their gear.

“So, what’re we up against here?” Gamer asked.

“Right here.” Ray held up a book opened it to reveal a ghost of a really fat guy. The Ninjas and Rowan see the picture and almost throw up.

“That thing’s more disgusting than Slimer.” Donnie groaned.

Slimer only shrugged. “he's not wrong.”

“I said the same thing when we caught him the first time.” Peter admitted.

“What was that a ghost of?” Shini asked.

Ray read from his book. “Arbison Morguncher, I crossed reference Sedgewick hotel ghosts. He was a wealthy but lonely epicurean.”

Blade Swipe looked at Donnie confused before the tech turtle answered. “Greek Philosopher Student.”

“Oh. So, what happened?”

“Every year, the Sedgewick Hotel auctions off a huge Thanksgiving diner as a charity fundraiser. Morguncher outbid everyone.”

“That's a unhealthy appetite.” Applejack crossed her arms.

“Thanksgiving Day came and Morguncher came to dine alone. The dinner was for twelve people, but the Manager reluctantly let him eat the whole thing. Didn't even leave a single crumb.”

Even Slimer felt sick to his stomach as everyone groaned in disgust.

Gamer threw up in mouth before speaking. “Biologically speak, the human body can't handle that much.”

“He didn't intent to. The police found a suicide note after he died from Gastric Rupture. Said he intended to die while indulging his greatest fantasy.”

Everyone stared in shock at that information.

"Well," Shini spoke up after a while. "That got dark."

"Yeah," Applejack shivered. “betcha Mikey and Pinkie could eat that and survive.”

“If Mikey did, he’d have to trade his nunchucks for a wheelchair. Pinkie…. Still trying to figure out.” Gamer pointed out.

Slimer floated up to them curiously. “who they?”

“Mikey’s my brother and Pinkie Pie’s one of our friends from the same school as Applejack. You’d probably get along with them, Slimer.” Donnie explained.

“Speaking of which, how’re we going to handle Donnie going in?” Peter pointed out.

“I got it covered.” Donnie held up his wrist. “I just never had the chance to use it at the church.”

He pushed a button to activate his cloak as he stood in his human disguise.

“Clever. Very clever.” Egon smiled.

“Alright, everyone. Follow my lead.” Peter led the group inside the building. “Just stand behind me. Try to look highly trained.”

As they entered, they passed the bellboy who opened the door for the group.

“Hey Slimer.” He greeted the green ghost.

“Hi, Bud.” Slimer smiled.

As they walked through the lobby, they were stopped by a man in a tuxedo not looking happy. “That disgusting green blob is up on the twelfth-floor wreaking havoc!”

“We can assure you it’s not the same ghost, Sir.” Ray pointed to Slimer who peaked out from his back and waved nervously.

“Either way, I demand a refund right now.”

Peter raised his hand to the manager. “Sir, if you read the fine print on our invoice.”

“Invoices.” Ray corrected.

“Right. Invoices. You’d see that your warranty on re-haunting expired some time ago. You should’ve taken the extended service agreement.”

The manager scoffed before walking away. Slimer heard a bark and saw a familiar Scottish dog.

“Hi Fred!” Slimer flew to him.

As he saw his friend, Gamer saw Egon pull out his handheld device. “Hey, Egon. I’ve been meaning to ask you. What is that device?”

“It’s a Psychokinetic energy meter. Or PKE for short.” Egon turned it on and hummed. “I’m getting some interesting PKE spikes here. Disturbances don’t seem to be exclusive to the twelfth floor. I’d like the chance to look around the building a little more. I’ll take Donatello and Blade Swipe and educate them on our equipment.”

“Good. Dig up what you can.” Ray said. “That overweighted goober shouldn’t give the six of us too much trouble. Cmon, Slimer! Show time.”

Slimer followed the group to the elevator as Rowan pushed the button. The elevator opened to reveal a pretty lady with dark hair wearing a black jacket and skirt.

“Scuse us, Mam.” Applejack was interrupted by a push by Peter who ran next to the girl.

“Well, hi. You’re perfectly safe now, miss. The Ghostbusters are here.”

The lady rolled her eyes as she walked past the group. “Back off, loser. Never gonna happen.”

This didn’t affect Peter who chuckled. “That approach rarely works on me. I’ll you all why later.”

“Come on, Romeo.” Shini pulled him in the elevator as they rode it up to their destination.

As they neared their floor, Ray turned the new recruits. “Alright, folks. Get ready.”

“Yeah.” Applejack nodded. “Let’s get ready. Someone switch me on.”

Gamer flipped the switch on her proton pack, activating it. As it started up, Gamer began to back away slowly next to Shinigami.

“Newbies.” Chuckled Peter. “Dr. Stantz, if you do the honors.”

“Proud to, Dr. Venkman.” Ray nodded as turned on his pack.

As they left the elevator, Peter turned to the group. “Part of our subtlety for the city, all Proton packs must be off heavily populated areas.”

“And in close quarters. It minimizes the city’s liabilities and satisfies the restraining order the maid here put on us.” Ray added.

“World we live in today. You fire one proton stream of highly charged particles at someone… and they get sue-happy! We didn’t even burn her! I mean, there was redness! There was some redness!”

“That doesn’t make me any more comfortable.” Shini stated before they heard a noise.

“It’s him!” Peter fired a stream only to hit a cart with luggage causing the guy pushing it to run and scream. “Great. There goes another plaintiff. YEOW!”

Peter narrowly dodged a stream aimed for his head. He glared back to see it was Gamer who fired it.

“Sorry. My finger slipped.” He turned away to hide his smirked while Slimer snickered.

They then heard clattering and turned to see the ghost they were after munching on a catering cart.

“Agh! Disgusting.” Applejack groaned.

“He makes my uncle look like he’s on a diet.” Gamer winced.

“We told you.” Slimer said.

Ray readied his blaster. “Alright. Showtime. We wear him out, then we capture him. That’s what your proton stream is for.”

Everyone aimed their blasters towards the ghost following Ray’s signal. “Ready…. Steady…. NOW!”

They fired their streams at the ghost who narrowly dodged their blast and hitting the cart instead.

“Missed.” Shini deadpanned.

“Don’t worry about it! We got him on the run! Let’s go!” Ray began to run before turning. “Peter!”

“Ain’t you coming, Peter?” Applejack asked.

“Nah! I’ve seen this one already. Know how it ends. You guys have fun now. I’ll cover the elevators and escort any ladies safely to their rooms.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Shini rolled her eyes as Peter walked the other way.

“Never mind. Let’s go!” Ray waved as they followed a slime trail left by the ghost. After a little ways, Ray pulled out his own PKE Meter like Egon’s. “This looks like a good spot to teach you guys how to use the PKE Meter.”

“I’m looking forward to this.” Gamer grinned before letting Ray begin explaining.

“Alright. Dig it. Your PKE Meter is the cornerstone of any supernatural investigation. Works like a divining rod.” He pointed the meter at a globe of slime as the rods on top went up while flashing. “Point it at psycho-kinetic energy, it measures electo-magnetic fluctuations and heats up. Point it away and it grows cold. Hot is better. Just follow the signal to the target.”

“That’s pretty handy.” Shini smiled.

Rowan handed his meter to her. “Here. You can try mine, Shini.”

Shini accepted it and tried it out as Ray looked over her shoulder.

“And this signal looks like your elusive overlarge targeted entity.” He spoke.

“This way!” Shini led the group to a nearby bedroom then through the hallway before giving it back to Roland while Ray let Gamer use his meter. Slimer also helped out by sniffing around like a hound. Soon, they arrive at a corner with vending machines.

“Phew! He’s definitely been here.” Ray sniffed as Slimer slimed through the machines.

“Hey, Slimer! Could you find me a root beer?” Gamer asked.

“You really want a soda after a ghost has been through here?” Applejack raised a brow.

“I’m not picky.” Gamer shrugged. “Besides, I’m kinda thirsty.”

Slimer popped out looking sad. “Sorry. All out.”

“Worth a shot.”

“Looks like he cleaned out all the snacks.” Ray stated.

“So what now?”

Before Ray could answer Roland, his radio crackled to life.

“Ray! AUUUUGH! I DON’T FEEL GOOD!”

“Peter? Peter! Come in! You okay?” Ray tried to respond. “Uh oh! Man down! We’ve got a man down! GO GO GO!”

“This way! It looks like this hallway circles back to the elevators!” Applejack pointed.

“Peter!” Slimer cried as they all hurried to the elevators. They arrived to find Peter on the floor, and he was covered in slime.

“He’s been slimed! Again!” Ray gasped.

“I hope he doesn’t need mouth to mouth.” Shini covered her mouth.

“Wait! Again?” Applejack raised her brow while Slimer just whistled casually.

“Hussle over here and help him up.” Ray said as Rowan and Gamer helped Peter up and Gamer took a little slime in a test tube.

“I don’t know how this happened!” Peter whined. “I was guarding the elevators! That big fat stromboli snuck up on me! Gah! Functified again! Do I just have a sign on my back that says Slime Me?”

“When one of us goes down, we’re always there for each other. It’s all about teamwork.” Ray said.

“No, my friend. That was back in the pre-sliming era. Now… it’s all about payback.” Peter pulled out his blaster angrily.

The radio crackled to life again. This time, it was Egon who spoke in it. “You guys need to get down here immediately. Our overweighted science experiment is down here tearing up the lobby and he’s not alone.”

“More ghosts? But we gave this place a clean bill of health five years ago!” Ray responded.

“New people die every day.” Egon pointed out before signing out.

“Call the elevator, junior.” Ray told Rowan who pushed the button. The elevator opened up as the group hurried in.

As they rode in the elevator, it suddenly stopped confusing everyone.

“All right, Sloth head! You’ve had your fun! The elevator’s off limits!” Ray cried.

“Yeah! Off limits!” Slimer repeated.

Ray then spoke into his radio. “Egon. Come in. I think we’re stuck in the elevator. We need some help!”

“Think we’re stuck? Let’s see.” Peter walked up to the floor buttons. “Think we’re stuck. Think we’re stuck. Anyone okay with officially stuck? Show of hands.”

Rowan and Gamer were the only ones who raised their hands followed by Slimer. Applejack then walked up.

“Let me see if I can pry the doors open.”

“Wait!” Ray stopped. “Here it comes.”

Everyone aimed at the door preparing to blast whatever was trying to get in.

“KILL IT, RAY!” Peter cried.

“Need a hand?” The doors opened to reveal it was Blade Swipe who opened it.

“Hey, Blade.” Peter waved as they got out of the elevator before whispering to Ray. “Too bad it wasn’t Egon.”

They all hurried to the lobby to see the Sloth Ghost flying around with other ghosts as everyone hurried to safety.

“Could someone please call Winston and tell him his night off is officially over?”

“Way ahead of you, Pete. Janine’s paging him right now.” Ray said.

“Who’s Winston?” Shini asked.

“We’ll tell you later, Shini. Right now, we need to help Egon’s group.” Ray led the group towards Egon and Donnie who were blasting at the ghosts, and they tried to blast them as well.

“They won’t hold still!” Applejack cried missing one of the ghosts.

“I found out if you move it like a whip, it’ll be a little more easier to catch’em.” Donnie advised before he missed another ghost. “Almost had him!”

Everyone kept firing despite missing the ghosts and causing damages before the ghosts all fled.

“They’re getting away!” cried Gamer.

Egon spoke up. “Ray! Donatello! Applejack! Blade Swipe! Follow me! The others are floating back upstairs. Venkman! Take Rowan, Shinigami, and Gamer and Slimer to pull our Sloth friend into a trap as fast as you can! There’s a massive bulge in these spikes indicating that this is not some routine clearing job!”

“He gets so bossy when he hasn’t had his nap.” Peter whispered.

But he still led his group. On the way, Slimer sniffed the air. “Prime rib with honey glazed ham? Yum! Yum!”

“Cmon, Spud! We haven’t got all night!” Peter called to him. He then pointed to a set of doors. “There! The Alhambra Ballroom. No way he’d pass that up.”

“And that was where you busted Slimer the first time you met?” Shini recalled remembering Ray telling her group on the way over.

“Uh huh. Uh huh.” Slimer nodded.

“Well get ready for a little déjà vu, Spud. No doubt Fatso went in there.” Peter glared.

“Then let’s go.” Rowan nodded.

They were about to enter before the manager blocked the door.

“Absolutely not! You can’t go in there. The Rodriguez Bar Mitzvah is set to start in half an hour!”

“I’ll bet the beef brisket is today’s special” Peter gestured.

“We’ll just make it quick.” Gamer walked up before the manager stopped him.

“And you’ve done quite enough already. I’m sure the…. Thing… will just go away.” Just then, clattering could be heard behind the door.

“Oh, sure. It will be gone soon.” Shini rolled her eyes.

“I’m willing to risk it.” The manager stated. “You’re not going in there!”

“Okay. That’s all I needed to hear! Alright, we’re out! Coffee time, everyone! Service has been declined beyond this point!” Peter declared as he led the group away.

“He’s just lucky I leave the roughhousing to Love Shine and Luke. Otherwise, he’d be having trouble standing now.” Gamer muttered.

“I’m just glad you’re on our side.” Rowan smiled.

When they were gone aways, Peter led the group to the kitchen. “Okay, you guys bring your aprons? We’re gonna take a shortcut through the kitchen.”

Egon then spoke through the radio. “Be careful, Peter. Remember the Ellis Island incident.”

“Should we ask?” Shini asked Gamer who only shrugged.

Peter just ignored her and headed towards a door and opened it. “Let’s see… the Alhambra should be right through… here. Hellooooo, chef.”

He led the group through the kitchen as they avoided flying pots and pans with their gear. As they left the kitchen, Gamer and Shini saw Slimer with a huge sandwich.

“Seriously?” Gamer huffed. “You’re making a sandwich while we have a job to do?”

Slimer responded by handing him a can. “I found a root beer. Untouched.”

Gamer accepted the can. “Thanks.”

“Y’know, I thought that guy said Rodriguez Bar Mitzvah!” Peter spoke as they entered the ballroom.

“Fancy.” Shini whistled.

“I think I attended a wedding in one of these.” Gamer said. “Check out the spread!”

They then saw the Sloth ghost floating around munching on the food lying around.

“Would it kill him to mix in a green salad once in a while?” Peter deadpanned. “I’m gonna take it back. Blast him until he’s dazed and then throw your capture stream on him. Okay, Game Boy, with me on the left. Rowan, you and Shini take the right.”

When they got into position, Peter spoke to Gamer. “Kay, Games. I want you blast him near the side. GO!”

Gamer blasted at the Sloth ghost narrowly missing him while blasting a couple tables.

“SHINI!” On que, Shini blasted next and while getting a hit on the Sloth ghost, ended up hitting a nearby bar.

Rowan fired next as they scattered around trying to stop the ghost from escaping and making more damage while Slimer acted like a cheerleader. “Raw! Raw! Sizz boom Bah!”

Finally, Rowan and Peter got their streams wrapped around the ghost. As he struggled with his proton beam on the ghost, Venkman called to Shinigami. “Shini! The trap! Toss it underneath Fat boy!”

Shini responded by throwing a black box with a handle and yellow and black stripes on its doors. But as it slid underneath, it tilted sideways due to a glob of discarded food. “Oh no! Gamer! It’s tipped!”

“I got it!” Gamer hurried to the trap and set it up right. But as he hurried back, he slipped on a puddle of slime and fell near Shinigami and his head hit the pedal. Thankfully, the trap opened trapping sloth ghost inside.

As the trap closed, Peter and Rowan turned off their proton streams as Venkman smiled. “Sha! That’ll teach that overweighted goober to slime Pete Venkman. In this case, you guys as well.”

Shini bent down to Gamer who still had his face on the floor. “You alright, Games?”

“Yeah.” Gamer muttered. “I learned a very important lesson today.”

“Really? What’s that?” Rowan asked as Venkman grabbed the trap.

Gamer lifted his head. “Ectoplasm is very slippery.”

Just then, the manager burst in and saw the mess. “The Alhambra Ballroom! The Bar Mitzvah! What have you done? The guests will be arriving in fifteen minutes!”

“Now I really wish Pinkie and Rainbow joined us.” Gamer whispered as Shini nodded in agreement.

Peter just scoffed. “What seems to be your problem? Thanks to me and my newly exclusively assigned recruits here, the festivities can now proceed in an entirely ghost-free environment, so… you’re welcome? Huh? And to all the Rodríguezes: La’Chaim from the Ghostbusters.”

They all left the room passing the manager with Gamer drinking his root beer crushing his hand and tossing it in the trash can. When they entered, they were greeted by Ray, Egon, Blade, Donnie, and Applejack.

“Nice of you guys to join us.” Ray smiled. “You nabbed the sloppy eater?”

“On a crash diet now.” Gamer held up the filled trap. “How’s it going on you guys’ end?”

“We’re starting to get use to the equipment, and we managed to get those other ghosts.” Donnie nodded.

“It’s really not so hard once you know the basics.” Blade admitted before Ray looked up.

“Whoa! Heads up! Urination is over!”

More ghost appeared out of nowhere as they all started blasted at them.

“Gamer! Shinigami! You guys set out the traps while we blast them!” Egon cried.

“On it!” Gamer answered as the two started throwing traps under the ghosts.

“Get it right this time.” Shini whispered as she threw a trap and stepped on the pedal, managing to catch one of the ghosts. “Yes!”

“What an interesting device.” Blade eyed as he blasted while Slimer set a pedal next to him, allowing him to trap another ghost.

Soon, it appeared that all the ghosts were captured.

“Looks like that’s all of them.” Donnie noticed as they began to collect the traps.

“Who is going to pay for all this?” The manager stormed up pointing to the damaged lobby.

“No need to worry, sir. As you know, the mayor rode to office on a strictly pro-Ghostbuster platform. And now we invoice the city directly for all captures and eliminations. An unhaunted New York is a tourist friendly New York.”

“I meant the damages.” The manager clarified.

“What he means is the mayor and the city have taken out an extensive insurance policy as well so you’re covered.” Egon assured.

“Honestly, I’m sensing a little hostility here. Perhaps we should just leave the ghosts here if that’s what you want, sir.” Peter grabbed a couple traps.

“No! No. but please, be discreet.” The manager suggested.

“Discretion is our strong word.” Ray said.

“Up there!” Applejack pointed as everyone saw another ghost. This one looked like a fisherman with a fishing pole who flew passed the group.

“Where did he come from?” Blade wondered.

“Was there a fish special?” Gamer asked.

“I suppose we should go after him, unless you want to explain it.” Egon turned to Ray.

“Okay. Peter and I will explain while Applejack and Gamer load the traps up in Ecto-1. The rest of you go with Dr. Spengler. That fisherman shouldn’t cause too much trouble.”

Donnie, Blade, and Shini nodded and followed Egon and Rowen to the stairway where the ghost flew in. when they entered, Egon looked at his PKE Meter and motioned the four to keep quiet and take the lead. Rowan went first followed by Blade, then Donnie, Shini, and Egon not far behind. Suddenly, a fishing hook hooked the stairwell before yanking, tearing up the stairs between the group and Egon.

“Dr. Spengler!” cried Donnie.

“Are you okay?” Blade called.

“I’m fine. How about you four?”

“We’re alright.” Shini answered.

Egon looked at the damaged stairwell. “I can’t get across there! Move! You guys take the lead! And Take this trap!”

He tossed them a spare ghost trap which Rowan caught. “I’ll get the others! We’ll get to you all as soon as possible!”

As Egon hurried back, the four started to look around the floor they were on. As they walked around, Blade held up his hand stopping. “You guys hear that?”

Donnie listened in. “It sounds like… water?”

“Maybe someone’s filling a tub.” Rowan guessed.

“Sounds more like a wave.” Blade heard more before they felt a tremor and were swept away by a huge wave.

They got up to see water overflowing on the floor.

“Everyone okay?” Donnie checked.

“I think so.” Rowan stretched.

“I’m just sorry I didn’t bring my swimsuit.” Shini poured water out of her hat.

“Hey! Is there a bathtub overflowing up there?” Ray called on the radio.

Egon spoke next. “More specifically, a 7,000 cubic meter bathtub full of protonically charged seawater. And… sea cucumbers?”

“You guys okay up there?” Applejack asked.

“Yeah, Applejack. We’re fine.” Blade assured in his walkie.

“Hang tight! We’ll be up soon!” Gamer promised.

“Alright! Let’s see if we can do something about this water problem.” Donnie led the group through the water. As they walked, they heard Egon speak again.

“Ray, did the recruit as well as our guests about semi-dimensional rift entities? This type of highly agitated environment is likely a manifestation point.”

“Hey! Something’s up with this chandelier.” Blade walked up to a chandelier on the wall that was sparking. When he got closer, it suddenly came to life startling him and started walking on its candles like a bug.

“Hang on, Blade!” Rowan pulled out his blaster and blasted it destroying it before it could attack as Blade rolled over.

“More on the way!” he pointed to a swarm of chandeliers crawling towards them.

Donnie pulled out his blaster along with Blade while Shini turned hers on. “Blast them!”

They all fired at the chandeliers destroying them. As they caught their breaths, Shini saw the fisherman ghost knocking down a vending machine.

“There’s FishBait!” she cried.

“Is that his name or a reference to Moby Dick?” Donnie asked.

“A bit of both.” Shini shrugged. “After this, I leave the naming to Michelangelo.”

“Let’s get’em!” Rowen cried as they ran after him. More chandeliers came after them as they blasted them. Rowen pulled out his PKE Meter to lead the group. Soon, they were nearing another hallway and found a set of elevators.

“Hey guys.” Rowen walked up and pushed a button opening the elevators. The open doors caused the water to drain off the entire floor.

“That’s one way to pull the plug.” Shini chuckled.

Rowen smiled before checking his PKE Meter. “He went this way!”

He led them to a seafood dining room and bar with a neon sign that said ‘Sargassi’s’.

“Looks like a seafood bar and grill.” Donnie looked around.

“He’s here somewhere.” Blade looked around as they readied their blasters. “There!”

They saw the fisherman ghost merging from behind the piano.

“Blast him!” Donnie cried as they fired at the fisherman who tried to fight back with his fishing pole. Shini, Blade, and Donnie used their ninja training to dodge his attacks while Rowen just ran around. Their blasts managed to it the ghost before it vanished in the kitchen nearby.

Before they could give chase, they heard a door opened. They turned to see Egon, Peter, Ray, Slimer, Applejack, and Gamer hurrying in the room.

“Good work. Are you alright?” Egon asked.

“We are.” Blade nodded.

“Are we glad to see you!” Rowan smiled.

“Nice going! You might be the right people for this job!” Ray complimented.

“Yeah! Right people for this job!” Slimer repeated.

Peter surveyed the damage. “Yes, you four have destroyed a significant section of a five-star New York hotel in just under three hours. Your mother and I are so proud, aren’t we, Egon?”

“Right.” The four rolled their eyes knowing his hint of sarcasm.

“So, where’s the fisherman?” Applejack asked.

“He went in there.” Shini pointed to the kitchen doors.

“Let’s track it down!” Egon pulled out his Meter to scan for the ghost as the others followed in pursuit.

Just as they drew closer to the door, it suddenly blew up and out merged a manifestation of ovens, utensils, and metals.

“Sweet game sprites! It’s a combiner!” Gamer cried.

“Ray? Egon? That’s a new one for even us, right?” Peter blinked.

“First one I’ve ever seen!” Ray answered. “It’s some type of anthropomorphic animator! An entity which attracts familiar objects to itself so it can materially manifest its rage!”

“It’s generating a field of attraction so strong that its able to reassemble its component parts!” Egon noticed.

“Then we better blast it!” Donnie stated as they readied their blasters as the giant roared stomping towards them.

“Full stream NOW!” Egon cried as they all fired.

The golem tried to hit them as the ninjas all used their ninja training to dodge its attacks while blasting its armor to pieces. The Ghostbusters noticed and were impressed as they kept firing. Ray noticed the monster looking sluggish.

“It’s losing its strength! Keep tearing it down!”

Donnie then saw something glowing within the monster. “Got you! Time to yank you out!”

The smart turtle used his stream to yank the fisherman ghost from the monster, causing it to crumble.

“That’s it! Keep it steady!” Ray called as everyone else used their streams on the ghost.

“Donatello! The spare trap I tossed to you earlier!” Egon spoke up.

“Right!” Donnie still blasted as he pulled out the trap and tossed it underneath the ghost before stepping on the pedal. The trap opened sucking the fisherman ghost in it. Despite struggling, the ghost could not escape before slipping in the trap before it closed.

As the group all crept up to the trap, Peter sighed. “Y’know, I thought I didn’t like knives and forks flying at me. But when knives and forks become a big angry giant, that’s really me not liking it. A lot.”

“Me too.” Slimer huffed.

“Happens every day, huh?” Ray shrugged as he grabbed the trap.

“Okay. Since Mikey’s not here, I have to say it.” Donnie said before cheering. “Booyakasha!”

“Uh, what he say?” Peter raised a brow.

“Booyakasha. It’s Irish for ‘High glory and love for the moment’.” Egon translated.

“My brother Mikey says it a lot. It’s his lingo.” Donnie rubbed his head.

“It’s pretty catchy.” Ray smiled.

“Yeah! Booyakasha!” Slimer cheered.

“You guys are alright.” Rowan high fived Gamer.

Peter just rolled his eyes. “Whatever happened to good old fashioned ‘Cowabunga’?”

“Anyone hear from Zeddmore?” Ray asked.

“Who’s he?” Shini asked.

“Winston Zeddmore. He’s the other member of our team. Should be here by now.” Ray answered.

Just then, they all felt a small rumble as a new voice spoke through the radio. “Uh, Guys? I’m right outside. And so’s something else.”

“Gosh, we missed you, partner. Glad you could make it. but first, how was Aida? Hmmm?” Peter grinned. “Uh, we had to make do with these new specimens here.”

“Really?” Applejack raised her brow.

“I’ve been trying to get here for over four hours, Peter! Traffic is a little blocked right now!”

“That’s New York traffic for ya.” Donnie shrugged before another tremor hit.

“Seriously. What is that?” Gamer asked.

Suddenly, Ray’s eyes widened. “Wait. I know that thud.”

Egon took the radio. “Winston, what do you see out there?”

“It’s big. It’s clean and soft and white. And you all aren’t going to like it.”

At that moment, Blade saw something out the window and poked Donnie getting the others attention as they all were speechless as a big shadow covered the room.

“By Darwin’s beard!” Donnie whispered.

“What is that?” Shini asked.

Ray was the most afraid. “No… this is not possible. Not here. Not now! Not again!”

To be Continued

Author's Note:

Here's two Tobin Spirit Guide pages:

Name: Sloth Ghost

• Category: Class V Full-Roaming Cardinal

The Sedgewick Hotel traditionally auctioned off a family Thanksgiving feast and donated the proceeds to charity (usually the St. Nicholas Rehabilitation Mission for Wayward Angels).

In 1937, Arbison Morguncher, a wealthy but lonely epicurean, bid upon and won the feast. On Thanksgiving Day, he arrived to dine alone. The Sedgewick's manager protested that the feast was intended for more than 12 people, but Morguncher insisted that he be fed the entire meal. The Manager shrugged, and finally relented.

Morguncher sat down and ate the entire meal, leaving not a crumb. "My compliments to the Chef," he said, seven hours later. Swallowing the last bite, he died from a gastric rupture due to massive overeating.

Authorities later found a suicide note at Morguncher's home. It told that he intended to die while indulging his greatest fantasy.

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Name: Pappy Sargassi (AKA Fisherman ghost)

• Category: Class III Roaming Animator

Descending from a long, proud line of seafarers and fishermen, Pappy Sargassi attempted to avoid the notoriously unlucky early deaths on the water that plagued his family by pursuing a more landlocked career. In 1950 he opened a restaurant, Sargassi's, and attempted to turn his back on the sea. In later years, he overcame his fear of the water and took up fishing.

His family's curse caught up with him or he was the unluckiest fisherman who ever lived and he died choking on a fish stick while being eaten by a great white shark.

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Notes:

-The bellhop Bud and the dog Fred were characters from the Slimer cartoons in Slimer and the Real Ghostbusters.

- Special thanks to Darth Wrex for the assistance.

Next time: Stayin Puft!

Comments

[Wildcard25]

Not bad for their first ghost bustin. But now they’re about to meet something big, squishy, and flammable

[Kburke20]

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Yeah

[GamePlayer64]

“It’s big. It’s clean and soft and white. And you all aren’t going to like it.”

The Stay Puff Marshmallow Man Ghost. Created by Ray accidently because he thought of the most harmless thing but Gozer thought differently.

[WarriorofFaith18]

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Yep but not the big guy they know and love