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Why did I become a Ghostbuster?
by: Dana (a.k.a FIER)
Why did I become a Ghostbuster?
For about the millionth time, Egon Spengler had asked himself that question.
He had gotten out of bed early, ahead of Peter and the others, again. For the past hour he had been busy with his latest invention, the manual spectral analyzer. He was also working on the blueprints of a proton pack with a built-in trap.
He looked up from his desk and breathed deep. He sighed and stretched his arms.
Why did I become a Ghostbuster?
Considering himself the most serious of the group, Egon didn't like it when he'd get like this,
emotional. It was one of those days again, when he just didn't have the explanation to everything, like he had always wanted to. When he had so many questions, and there wasn't any test, experiment or hypothesis that could help him arrive at a conclusion. He leaned against his chair, and shifted his gaze from the desk to the window.
It was most certainly a beautiful day. There wasn't a cloud in the sky. It had been cold last night, and it was still a little chilly today, but beside from that everything was perfect. The snow that covered the city looked like a white blanket. He got up from his chair and walked out of the study, and went downstairs. He decided he needed something to drink.
He went into the kitchen and found Slimer raiding the fridge. He smiled. He let the ghost do about his business and he started to make his cocoa. Slimer, once seeing Egon, gave him a curious look.
"Aneu ekaoy Aegoun?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm fine Slimer." Egon answered.
"Anuek." He said. Slimer floated out of the kitchen, satisfied with breakfast.
Egon sat on the counter as he held the mug in his hand. He poured some cocoa in his mug and took a sip.
The warm, sweet taste of the drink reminded him of days when they would get back from missions, soaking wet or just plain cold. His cocoa had been some kind of remedy for those times. As Peter would say,
I may say no to Egon Spengler's sweat sandwiches,
But I dare not say no his famous hot chocolate.
He smiled. Taking another sip, he let himself travel through memory lane.
He soon started remembering every case they came against.
They've been through all kinds of things. Most of the time, there were problems they thought they'd never get out of. But somehow, they managed to survive through it all. From handling the smallest class 2 entities up to facing a 100-ft. marshmallow man, yes, they made it through. He was grateful for that. And the fact that during all that they've formed a friendship that rivals any brotherhood he's ever known. They had become friends, close friends. No, they were more than that. They were family.
Peter and Ray?
Thinking back to their days in Columbia as students, he never thought this would've happened.
Peter and him, they had so little above the surface, or even below the surface for that matter. Yet, somehow, they had become best friends. Peter had come a long way from the restless, naughty, college student back then. He didn't know where he was going, and somehow, it's nice to think he had some part in finding the right direction. As for Ray, he was still the young enthusiastic boy he knew back then. With an improved sense of self, he never failed to bring enthusiasm and excitement to a situation.
And he thought of Winston. The black man had only joined them recently. But despite that, he quickly found a way in. He was the reassuring voice they heard when something went wrong. If there was a problem, he was there to help you fix it. But more importantly, he was there to keep you from panicking.
He laughed faintly when he remembered a time when Winston had compared talking to Egon as "talking to your own armpit".
Yes, they were family now.
"Egon?" a voice asked.
Egon looked to find Janine standing in the doorway of the kitchen.
"You're up early. Are the others still asleep?" she asked.
"Yes, they are." He answered.
"You want some breakfast? I can make some." Janine offered.
"No thank you, Janine. I'm not hungry." He said.
"Okay, suit yourself." She said. She handed him the morning paper and some envelopes.
"Here's the paper and the mail. I'll be in my desk if you need anything." She said as she walked out.
'Thank you." He said.
He put down the paper and glanced at the mail. Bills. And Peter's subscription of Shadowzone Magazine. He was about to put the mail away, when one of the letters caught his attention. It was a designed, scented envelope with a picture of cats on it. It was addressed to the Ghostbusters. He opened the envelope and found a letter:
Dear Ghostbusters,
Greetings to you all! I hope that as you receive this you are in good condition.
I have been meaning to write to you for sometime, but I didn't get to it until now. I don't expect you to answer my letter, or to even have the time to read it at all. But I had to write, I had to let you know. I wanted to thank you. To thank you for all the things you have done to save this city, and possibly the world as well. I also wanted to express my admiration for you as a team. Coming from a young girl, this may not seem much. But to this young girl, you have made a difference.
I have followed your career through the press and media and observed how extraordinary is the way you work together.
And I know and fully believe that as long as you continue to work together as a team, you can accomplish anything. As I once heard Dr. Venkman say in an interview on TV, Ghostbusters always get their spook.
That you do, that you do.
Thank you so much, for making a difference.
Sincerely,
Dana
P.S.
How did it feel like to make
the Statue of Liberty walk?
Once he had finished reading the letter, he thought of all the things they've been through once more, and thought of what the letter had said.
I wanted to thank you for all you have done for this city and possibly for the world.
Thank you, so much.
Why had I become a Ghostbuster?
To make a difference. To make a difference.
He sat there for a couple of minutes, just thinking.
RRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was the bell. It rang loud, and Egon knew what it meant. It meant someone called, it meant someone needed help.
He heard a groan coming form outside. He hurriedly ran out of the kitchen.
Egon saw the others sliding down the pole.
"Egon, you're awake." Ray said.
"C'mon, Egon. We'd better get ready." Winston said.
"Oh, my aching head." Peter yawned. "What time is it?" he asked.
"Too early for your glands Peter." Egon answered.
"I knew it. Nothing makes sense before noon." He complained.
They got dressed and ran to the Ecto-1. Winston got into the driver's seat and Ray took the address from Janine.
"You be careful." She warned.
"Don't worry." Ray answered.
He got into the passenger's seat. Egon motioned Peter to get in.
"Somebody please tell me, why we had to this?" Peter asked, yawning.
"To make a difference, Peter. To make a difference." Egon replied.
"Egon, are you feeling okay?"
"I could not possibly be better, Peter."
And the Ecto-1 drove off.
And for once, Egon felt as if he had the answers to everything.
It wasn't going to be one of those days anymore.
THE END
Yes folks, that was it!
Not much action there, as you can see. I just thought it would be different to look into a Ghostbusters feelings. After all, they're human too.
Comments? E-mail me:fright@nsclub.com
My special thanks to Brenda Ander , my dear friend Gus and Jayne. And to the Staff of GBFF, of course.They've helped me in more ways than they could possibly know.
Based from the characters created by Harold Ramis and Dan Aykroyd.
Property of Columbia Pictures.
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