The Ecto Food Experiment
Danny couldn't helpt himself, life was boring. He was so used to being stressed that having a calm moment didn't feel all that relaxing for him anymore.
So he and Jazz had talked over the phone, trying to find a solution. And this was what they had decided on in the end.
Danny stared at his second fridge, it was beat up but still functional. He had to tinker a bit since he got it from the dump, but nothing a good new ecto-battery couldn't fix.
The worst part was having to fly all the way to Amity Park again, buy the contaminated food there and then fly it to his new home and put them in the fridge with a nice big pan filled with fresh filtered ecto.
"I'm not breaking the no-pet rule if it's food...."
Danny had to wait about three days until he heard the first movement, carefully opening the fridge he glanced inside.
The cheese was slightly moving, the hotdogs were huddling together, the salad was shaking its leaves.
"Time for part two, I guess?" Danny mumbled as he send Jazz a text with an update about the fridge.
See Danny had a plan. He would slowly befriend the sentient food, maybe train it if possible. And if it didn't work, he would get to fight his food again, something he hadn't done in years now.















