Jan 21, 2022
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Y/N: Hey! Why did everything get so big? Hello, put me down Egon... Your hand smells like oil, yuck.
Egon: *touches her face with his index finger* You've shrunk...
Y/n:...
Egon:...
*awkward silence*
...
Egon: You're so cute...
Egon Spengler x reader
Part 1
Main characters: Egon Spengler and Y/N.
Au: Small and shrunken Y/N.
Warnings: slight hint of spicy. Fluff.
This is a small start from what I was originally going to post. It is short, only 743 words approx. But something is something. Soon I will publish the second part ;)
“A figure of no more than 15 centimeters, remained leaning on the desk.
She gazed with full curiosity at her body, limbs waving...
In her place-as she looked up and up at the ceiling, she gradually became aware of the change in her surroundings.
...
The composition in the materials was extremely different; big, sturdy...
They seemed to have doubled in size.
Her gaze varied between confusion and almost zero understanding that was slowly adhering to the subconscious.
Then, as time passed, a now clarified vision of the front appeared...
On the wooden surface, positioned at the edge of the desk, Y/N conceived his dwarfed self.”
~~~
The day had finally come to an end.
The ghostbusters returned to the station gates, hunched over and faded.
Answering the last call, when night came, the group immediately headed for the stairs.
Entering the main lab, everyone spread out in their own directions.
Peter and Winston to the bedrooms, Ray to the fridge...
Y/N for his part, took place next to the kitchen next to the cup of coffee. Abandoned since the beginning of the day.
She took the same in her hands, enjoying the momentary icy feel against her hands. That now, after exposure to work, lay worn and almost insensible.
It was a time of conflict.
Of peace and recovery.
That second in which she reviewed the events of the day. The second her body relaxed against the marble.
A moment where she abandoned her mechanical movement and allowed herself to think calmly.
...
She brought the cup to her lips, and her gaze went from soft to the ground, to dim over those brown orbs.
Spengler kept his eyes locked with hers, and his gaze lowered slowly and painstakingly to the rim of the mug against his lips.
The subtle sentiment that momentarily clouded the scientist's eyes went unnoticed by Y/N, but he remained present behind his lens as he tilted the cup, drinking the contents within.
...
About to get up, Spengler hesitated for a moment, and after a few moments of hesitation, he decided to simply stand in his place.
...
Y/N pulled the cup away from his lips, narrowing her eyes as the bitter, lingering taste passed his palate. His entire mouth was covered by the dry sensation.
The intense flavor of the coffee took the girl by surprise, which she limited herself to looking into the cup.
The last drop of liquid. The translucent residue at the bottom of the cup.
She could see behind him the pottery that contained it.
However, a tiny whitish gleam showed like oil on the surface.
Maybe it was just the milk... Possibly expired. That would explain the strange taste.
~~~
“Then, there instead, one crash after another rang out. Confusion grew within Y/N, who now lay propped up next to the shadow of a cylindrical pencil holder.
One last crash, consumed by the shriek of the door opening... The shadow of a figure fell across the threshold.
One more step. Spengler's features materialized on the outline of the shadow.
He stood, looking around the room. In search of something.
And Y/N stood there, transfixed. No perceptible or lasting emotion remained within her heart.
She didn't know what to expect, nothing more than knowing the reason for Spengler's presence in that laboratory.
...
The scientist's continued gaze changed to a speck of curiosity and questioning.
Y/N soon became aware of her, the man's gaze was on her.
~~~
The confused feelings within her heart certainly did not help calm the emotion that arose within her being.
The thought of being found in that state.
It was intriguing. How much could she do in her state?
...
Certainly what she felt was not fear.
~~~
"What are we going to do with her? We can't just leave her in that state!
Spengler, leaning against the Ecto-1, simply watched. Silent. Ignoring all of Ray's desperate pleas.
-“Waiting will be our only option... Until Y/N shows some response to the substance, it is better not to interfere...”
-“Spengs... any plan?”
...
-"None at the moment..."
...
~~~
Y/N watched as Spengler tilted his head curiously. Still silent.
...
"Well... This is unexpected..."
Upcoming Writing Jobs (outside of applications)
Police Harold (not the friendly officer, but I can do something for him ;))
Mini y/n and Harold Ramis
Y/n as Egon's guardian.
HAROLD WEEK IS ABOUT TO START!
Harold Ramis WEEK Work 1:
Harold WEEK
Police Harold part 1/3
It was an ordinary day, it used to be part of a routine.
Part of a time without end... And he still felt hollow.
Something was missing, some piece had to fit... Some route had to be chosen.
If his plan was so lucid and perfect...
If the expectation of him was so ambitious...
And if his wish was in his hands...
Then why was the sunset not yet visible?
...
She didn't run away, she didn't get excited or commiserate.
The sweat on her forehead, testimony to her effort and fatigue, was now not hidden by the darkness of the night...
She was running from the lights and the lack of control... She was running from the screams in the city that were stalking her, in silence.
She could still feel them devouring her with her gaze.
And this fateful day had been the undoing of her.
In one of the corners of an alley, turning carelessly.
Her face was planted against a firm, plush surface...
Her hands slid over it for support and so she remained, for at least three seconds, when her gaze met the features of a man...
And her gaze was fixed on her...
And as he tried to break away from her still in despair, an overly strong grip formed on her side.
The uniformed man's voice flowed dark and stern... Preserved by the slow, meticulous tone.
-"It seems that we are destined to meet... Y/n."
And the simple preservation of her words was enough to make it clear to her heart that there would be no more escape.
~~~
She remained engrossed in her task… And yet she could still hear the sirens approaching…
The risk increased, and with it the end would come.
She had infiltrated, she had... All in order to retrieve her folder with her history files... And maybe get information from the agents.
She would never think of meeting that face of hers once again...
She had remained in that station for months, building piece by piece the foundations of what would be the greatest achievement in her history.
She had gone through a tedious cycle of waiting, counting each day...
Patrolling inside enemy territory, like one of the others.
...
She never thought to have failed because of something so... Superficial...
And above all argument, commiseration or crying. Here is his being, abandoned to misery...
Enjoying every second of chasing after him. Even knowing, that his plan to steal those files had failed...
And that policeman... That man so upright and fascinating...
In his eyes, it was just another agent, a lazy man who remained sedentary within the confines of that station.
And it wasn't until I had seen him up close, that the primal intimidation felt at the sight of him seemed to evolve...
Far from his almost null interaction, apart from those insults that both exchanged. That was when, as a finale, she glimpsed the true threat that Harold represented to her being.
How dangerous it could be if he slipped up and turned it against him...
~~~
Leaning back in his chair, Harold began his watch inside the station.
His cap was perched on his face and his legs were stretched out over the desk...
It was still early, the enclosure was still alone and therefore, there would be no sign of disturbance.
So he remained silent, in a rest that he thought eternal...
Until he heard it...
A constant caught him off guard, the sound of the alarm threatened his peace.
And that was where it all started.
Located on the opposite wall, the panel marked with red letters a complete list of the files to be sentenced... And in the central part, crossed out in black, the name of an anonymous person blinked incessantly.
For a moment, Harold thought about calling one of the policemen at the other station...
Or maybe not ...
"Just no..."
...
Harold hurried out of the compound, the tracker had marked the exact location where the robbery was carried out.
Just another bank robbery...
If it was by his own will, the alarm would have been ignored long ago... However, doing so would mean reducing his salary as punishment.
He headed toward the main bank, the building marked in red inside the panel.
He kept his motto serene, his face focused forward and his arms across his lower back.
The final block was already in sight, the mass of people outside the bank was enough to give a vague expression of what happened...
He stopped just on the opposite block, carefully looking around him.
In the distance, behind the shadows of the building, red lights flickered on and on. late...
In front of his eyes, panic abounded. The screams and howls of the people numbed his eardrums. He could distinguish every scream, every step, every sigh...
It was galling, the combination of the outside sounds and the suffocating pressure around her.
Robberies happened every day, and the police would never be able to stop them.
He walked toward the rear entrance of the building, disappearing under the woman's watchful gaze.
...
Inside the bank, plunged into darkness. Only a speck of crimson illuminated the center of the room.
Harold stood by the door, without a flashlight or any means with which to defend.
His legs moved around the rooms, securing one by one until he finally got to the core of the conflict.
...
The safe, inert and completely empty.
The interior only showed the metal plates where the money used to be deposited...
The value inside was now reduced to nothing.
Harold watched, going over his options.
It was clear that there was no one else inside the compound. No one to blame, no one to suspect.
...
It would not be until the meticulous analysis was carried out that something would be reached.
So, for the time being... His presence was not required.
...
Harold retreated out of the bank. Walking back to the police station...
...
~~~
You lay standing in the shadows, staring into the distance.
Capturing his every move.
You found it quite funny, how the man came to each of your calls...
And although you had a particular fear of him, an aspect that you would never accept, playing with him was extremely your favorite pastime.
It was a real shame you were forced to do it.
...
The final product was already at the gates to arrive.
The fruit of your dangers was finally about to bloom...
The cause of your rest, your next ticket to your awakening. The stop to paradise itself.
...
You just had to wait, just a few more hours...
And every aspect of your plan would make sense.
~~~
You went back to the station, your hands pushing against the gate, hoping to find the interior packed with people.
However, the sight in front of you caught you off guard.
The police station was completely empty and flooded by the silence of the morning.
The mess of the other shifts and the dusty luxes hung over the air...
The aura within the station was drenched in tension and darkness...
A thick layer of heaviness and shadow.
...
When your eyes were fixed on the silhouette on the corridor, tall and thin. You noticed the sinking sensation on your stomach...
Your fingers pressed against your palms, and you did your best to maintain your drooping, tired composure.
What was in essence, a reality.
There, in the center of the room. Holding a folder, was Agent Ramis.
His gaze was fixed on you, and from your place you managed to perceive his grip tighten against the paper...
The dim lighting framed the man's unblinking features. His serious or apparently neutral frown was emphasized by the shadows, turned into a lucid and imposing expression.
...
And his voice emerged slowly
-“Good morning... Miss Y/N...”
EGON SPENGLER/READER P-1/2 (2/3)
Warning: none
Summary: “Egon Spengler and Y/N have never gotten along. Although they don't explicitly show hate, they do repel each other. In this chapter, Egon and the young woman attend a call through the halls of the residence, where Y/N gets some samples and receives an unexpected visitor”
Au: Hate to love.
Words:1500 aprox.
The corridor they entered resulted in an extension of corridors and partitions. They all follow the same pattern...
Each hallway had furniture, pictures, rugs, and enough lighting to allow a proper view.
However, the totality of each of these became more and more decadent over time.
With frivolous environments, for a moment the aura reminded Y/N of those settings plagued by humidity within a dream. Those who remained submerged by the feeling of drizzle or winter...
In that place it persisted.
…
The young woman, who was still behind Spengler… She was limited to looking over the man's back and analyzing the surroundings.
The constitution of the building was considered the most luxurious in the city, and in her eyes, the gloomy corridor was far from pleasant...
For now, nothing but Egon's presence served as comfort.
~~~
In turn Spengler, who was still aware of the growing heat on his back, kept his head down. Taking one by one the measures provided by the meter.
A murmur of annoyance settled on the tip of his tongue as he felt that tiny presence stuck behind his back… And for a moment she wondered, in all seriousness. That presence that stayed glued to him, was it you? Or was it that specter that they presumed lived in that corridor?...
…
“Inside the hallway, the two ghostbusters were walking.
With each step taken, they approached towards the clutches of darkness...
Within those walls, imprisoned, they could not afford to step back.
…
In a moment of lucidity and reflection, Y/N assessed her position.
From the moment they entered that place, the young woman had already started a meticulous analysis of the surroundings...
The structure that formed the pillars of that floor was in terrible condition. According to her meter, there were large accumulations of moisture in every crack in the wall...
The holes in the concrete were miserably covered by pieces of wood, most of which, due to accumulations of moisture, were splintered and deformed.
The contracted floor, protruding from under the carpet, seemed to have been constantly scratched, judging by the deep marks on the wood.
There were large accumulations of dust, which layer by layer settled not only on the floor or the walls, but also in the air that barely allowed proper breathing.
…
That flat was obviously abandoned. And the time that it had been without inhabiting, and without any maintenance, would take its toll on those below.
…
-"This is obnoxious..."
Spengler turned slightly towards her, a nod signaling him to continue…
– “The conditions of this place make me ashamed. The accumulations of humidity that exist in this place will eventually fall on the lower floors.
There is a great risk that this structure will collapse.
Dust, light, humidity and time are factors that potentially deteriorate a structure… The same applies to cleaning…”
Y/N paused for a second, cleared his throat and hesitantly continued…
-“I would like to be brief, however… It has been impossible not to notice the terrible cleaning service in this place… An example could be, how the employees use acid to clean the marble floor… Or how chlorine is used to clean ceramic pieces…”
…
-"In all sincerity... I'm not impressed..."
…
The brevity of Spengler's words, unlike his own, wounded Y/N intimately… Now, compared to the contrary, a feeling of bitterness replaced the comfort that had previously settled within his being.
However, she remained silent.
And instead, she allowed herself to think…
~~~
From the events that took place at Columbia University, the arduous nights of begging in hotels… The robberies at the station and the founding of it…
The situation of the group changed completely.
Putting teaching and counseling aside, they kept their gaze within the realm of the spectral.
The paranormal had captured a large part of his interest, and if it hadn't been for the consistent perspective of both Ray and Egon, he probably wouldn't have found the courage to introduce a new parameter.
Now she had a place to live, where he could see his favorite faces every day.
I bring all of that here.
Y/N, this was not a caring human being, it was not within his means to express love. It was even more difficult to do it, when the perspective of her love turned away from the romantic to become something more.
When the Ghostbusters came into her life, that vain phase in which she encapsulated herself finally disappeared.
And she gave rise to the experience.
It was all a set of experiences.
And it had all come together to culminate in the structure of her own development. As much as she hated to admit it...
It was a pleasure living with them.
…
“Pay attention, Y/N”
Spengler's rebuke was the firm whisper that aroused her senses.
Y/N straightened up.
Her fist clenched against the hygrometer, and she tried with all her willpower not to throw it at the man's head.
However, she held back. Both from Spengler's consistent look in front of her, and the moist aroma that soon filled her nostrils...
...
Then, above them, the darkness deepened.
Y/N watched the triggered readings, and the dim green light began to turn blue, then red, then green again...
-“Spengler...”
~~~
In the distance, secluded in the darkness of the corridor, a presence tinted by gloomy luxes, and outlined by the mist stood, materialized on the threshold...
Spengler stopped in his tracks, the meter vibrating wildly.
The shadow, which seemed absent, turned what seemed to be her forehead towards them, and there she remained.
Until at the slightest movement, he began to move closer.Egon's first instinct, surprising as it may sound to his consciousness, was to immediately shoot his arm back, into Y/N's stomach.
This, as a protection function.
At this movement, the shadow stopped.
In a curious nod of his head, the shadow went still again.
Something seemed to catch the entity's attention.
Instead, I flash a slight smile. That although macabre in the eyes of others, it was intended to be something human and expressive.
Evil or not, the shadow withdrew from the spot.
His figure vanished against the tapestry on the wall, and in his disappearance the previously faded lights seemed to recompose themselves.
~~~
The doorway disappeared, and the aura that had filled the corridor before resurfaced. Stronger than before.
Spengler remained in his place, still.
Simply observing with intrigue the place that the entity previously occupied.
It didn't last long like this, his paralysis fractured as the shock and fear dissipated. A characteristic of being volatile.
He took another step, took some readings on his position, and without further ado, turned to the young woman.
-"We have to go back"
Y/N nodded, as he watched Spengler pull some samplers out of his pockets.
He walked over to her and handed them over.
-“Take some samples, please”
~~~
Four vases, three powder containers, and several vinyl samples were the only things they could get their hands on.
Without the necessary equipment, the options were extremely limited.
...
On the laboratory table, where the pieces lay distributed, each one had been conditioned for review.
This time, it was just Y/N. Finally...
He no longer had to put up with Spengler's presence, nor his annoyed comments and little argument from him.
He would no longer have to experience the expectation of hearing his incessant explanations...
That over time he had stopped sharing with her...
That over the years, he lost interest in talking to her...
Again, he had found Spengler talking to Janine about his projects... When she was supposed to be the one who had helped them progress, and in fact, she had been the one who had set them up.
Any feelings of jealousy were crushed by Y/N's fondness for Janine...
However, all the anger fell on Egon.
bastard...
...
She had come to the lab with the intention of analyzing the samples taken from the last call.
A deep analysis would not hurt. And at that point, it would be more than necessary.
The Ghostbusters had left the station to eat. And from there they would go to the square with the intention of buying some things.
They would probably be back in two or three hours.
Due to the circumstances, Y/N assumed that she was completely alone inside the station.
So she allowed herself to relax within the confines of the lab.
Y/N placed a cup of coffee on the wood of the desk, careful not to spill anything on the plans and samples.
She was about to start working on the microscope, when a muffled sound emerged from across the room.
-“Y/N...”
EGON SPENGLER/READER P-1/3
Au: hate to love
Words:2400 aprox
Warnings: Slight mention of curses.
I sincerely apologize for any errors in this writing. This was originally written in Spanish, so when it is translated into English, the meanings change.
Thanks for understanding.
The streets of New York, as busy as ever, this time were completely empty.
An eerie loneliness abounded within the city, so alien and quiet.
...
The chaotic atmosphere had finally disappeared.
Now, a dense aura of peace serene the surroundings.
~~~
The tenuous silence that appeared in the morning, within the confines of the station was, without a doubt, the respite that everyone longed to have every awakening.
Today was that day.
...
The beginning of the day received the aroma of oil and coffee.
That morning and out of place feeling that appeared during a rainy night, now appeared at the doors of the ghostbusters' offices.
The absence of calls generated encouragement within the team, the slow pace proclaimed a whole day to dedicate to rest and treatment of their needs.
This represented a pleasure that was rarely allowed.
~~~
In the distance, two wandering souls followed the same path.
Lost, not knowing where to go, they were consumed by denial.
Their hearts cried out for love, a firm and warm embrace.
However, fear and dread erected a barrier between the two poles. Preventing his awakening.
~~~
On the quiet morning, Y/n was within the confines of the laboratory.
The others were still resting inside their rooms...
Sitting on the desk surface, Y/N pretended to read the book on her hands.
She pretended, because her eyes were constantly brushing the back of Spengler, who was in front of the computer, on the other side of the room.
...
She and/n she narrowed her eyes, still keeping her gaze on the scientist.
The man's shoulders flexed with every movement, every joint standing out at the slightest nod.
He lay sunk over his calculation, maneuvering in front of the computer endlessly.
He mumbled meaningless phrases, nodded, and then started again.
Everything turned into a repetitive cycle that hurt Y/N more and more with the mere passing of seconds.
...
The scientist simply repeated the process, rereading the same script over and over again. Code after code, it didn't seem to happen anymore.
"Are you done, Spengler? Let me remind you that I won't be here forever...”
Then all movement ended.
Spengler turned to her, without saying a word.
...
The man simply nodded.
He got up from his seat and brushing off his hands walked over to where he was.
He stopped right in front of her, with a contemplative look.
There was no need to remark more in his tone.
Y/N was tired, stunted by the discomforts of time.
She aged at her young age because of her fatigue.
Beaten and forced to maintain her serene posture, she entered the station and met that scientist...
So deadly and hurtful.
...
Spengler's perspective on Y/N did not change much at all.
In her eyes, the woman was a strange specimen and too easy to decipher.
A human being plagued by sinister smiles and harmful comments.
Was there any reason why the world would have brought a plague like her into her life?
Egon never felt the need to cut a human being out of his life.
He wasn't even interested.
But however she did, it would take every ounce of patience and morality in her not to get her out of the station.
...
Her rebelliousness was endearing, her features incomprehensible, her unethical expressions.
Spengler doubted his humanity.
Well, it did not fit in her head how such a female specimen was capable of carrying such a character within her soul.
~~~
Both constantly repelled each other, leaving no room for greetings or courtesies.
For the most part, the two interacted in silence.
Aware that words would do little to placate their enmity.
In a bold hatred for small talk, Spengler and Y/N barely exchanged words.
~~~
This time, after suffering an accident in one of the missions inside the hotel... When one of the metal shelves broke and directly hit Y/N's back.
Parts of the fabric on her skin were torn.
Light perforations that no matter how small, if not treated in time could bring real consequences.
Egon, as the only one with enough knowledge to deal with the wound, offered to help her in her unfortunate situation.
He could have refused, in an attempt to stay as far away from the woman as possible… However, he was still a human being, sentient and normal.
For which he kept some concern about Y / N's injuries.
That's all he told himself...
...
-"I need you to take off your suit, it is only necessary from the torso up"
The mere idea of baring a point of his body, unpleasant to his ears, took Y/N by surprise.
He had never shown anyone enough skin at all.
And he hated to admit it, but he wasn't in the best condition...
...
Spengler began to get impatient, he made a gesture with his hand, trying to get the young woman out of her surprise.
When Y/N reacted, immediately and slowly, he reached for the hem of the straps on her uniform and untied them.
His torso was revealed to the outside.
The cold air of the lab sent a barely perceptible shiver over his body.
A small, subtle speck of embarrassment tinged the woman. But her gaze continued on that of the scientist in front of her.
Egon walked behind her, trying to get a closer look at her marks on her back.
~~~
A wide series of scars covered Y/N's skin.
Brands that due to the uniform went unnoticed by the group.
Egon studied the long-lived bloodstains that stretched from the length to the width of his back.
An image that hurt him.
Unexpected and hot.
A series of four fresh wounds lay open on the flesh, distributed inches from the spine.
Only one, the largest of about six inches, barely bordered the contour of the vertebra.
The damage seemed to be somewhat short of critical, but still severe.
Spengler could only hope that the metal damage had not infected the wound...
He just hoped it didn't happen...
...
Behind his ear, in a meticulous voice, Egon whispered, almost to himself...
-“It seems that you will not need more than a few stitches and disinfection, apart from the bandages... The damage to your tissue did not represent a danger to your health”
Y/n sighed in relief.
But he still felt the need to pull Spengler away from his body.
Reprimand him and leave that place triumphant, knowing that she had finally distanced herself from the moment and the scientist.
However, she remained peaceful...
Limited to watching Egon deal with her injuries.
...
As long as she was working, she Y/n she admired him.
Spengler kept his profile low, as usual.
His serious face, which sometimes wavered when he was told a good joke or talked about her future projects.
She felt in an extremely professional aura, and that made her uncomfortable.
At the same time, she felt childish.
With so many wandering and stupid thoughts.
Cursing out loud when Spengler never screamed, always kept silent.
She hated him...
And she hoped with all her heart that Spengler would understand that he detested him, and just walk away from her without further ado.
Though her heavy heart would not admit that she needed Egon out of her life for something other than hate.
Something completely opposite of itself.
(How long will you understand, Egon?)
...
I hate you...
...
~~~
-"We're done... You can put the straps back on"
Egon stepped away from Y/N's body.
The warmth she felt earlier left her.
Now the weight of Egon's gaze returned to her.
And she Y/N could feel her body tense once again.
While her anger still lingered on her, the desire to punch Egon and scream at all the hassle he'd endured during the week, her silent reputation was even more important.
She preferred to win quietly...
So it was, as in her lack of words, Spengler took the opportunity to speak, now face to face with her.
– “I cannot verbally describe how impertinent your act was. I still find it incomprehensible...”
...
-“I do not see the need for your comment... I am aware of my actions”
Y/N spat the words out of her, raising her tone ever so slightly.
She tried to maintain her composure, but in her tired state he knew she would easily allow herself to give in.
...
Spengler, who was silent again, looked at Y/N with a frown. An expression of annoyance mixed with irritation, or perhaps a grimace that characterized him so much.
Reading Spengler became difficult, reading herself even more so.
Y/N was hesitant about her emotions, outer and inner of her. From what perspective or point of reference could she judge Spengler, if she didn't even know how she felt about him? Hate? Resentment?...
The only thing she felt was that strange weight on her chest. Like a slight annoying burning that was focused on the physical. Far from metaphors and poetry.
That little burning never went away.
Unbeknownst to her, Spengler knew exactly what Y/N was going through.
But she never interfered. And now she felt more than pride as something selfish.
...
How little interaction we have had. wretched soul.
~~~
The weeks had passed.
The accident had been left behind, the Ghostbusters returned to their daily routines of work and lack of control.
The bad schedules returned, the constant calls returned.
The court reports were just as incessant.
Nothing had changed...
...
One night, when all the ghostbusters except for Y/N were sleeping in her bed, young Ella would sit on the lab chair.
A strong insomnia had prevented her rest.
On nights like this, Y/N used to read a book or do some writing. But on that night, neither option was attractive in her eyes.
She became tedious, to the point that the sofa itself became uncomfortable.
And for once, Y/N regretted not buying that box of tea when Ray asked.
...
Finally, Y/N gave up.
She lifted her body from the couch and walked in the direction of the stairs.
She climbed step by step, taking extreme care not to make a sound.
She didn't want to wake the others, knowing how little rest they had.
She entered the room, the one where everyone rested. Where the smell of leather entered and the constant snoring warmly received his heart.
Some of the funniest moments were spent there.
Improvising sleepovers in an attempt to mimic his high school days.
...
He never admitted it.
But she appreciated those little seconds more than anything.
...
When Y/N fully entered the room, he immediately headed towards her bed.
The science poster that Egon had taped above her headboard was still attached to the wood.
She was convinced that she did it on purpose, as a silent mockery for detesting those conventions. A reminder of the last time you attended one.
But Egon wasn't that childish... So why did he do it? Or maybe it was Ray?
Whoever it was, exhaustion didn't allow Y/N to think anymore.
She was about to slip into the sheets, when a constant movement caught her attention...
Looking up, she could make out in the darkness the slight movement of Spengler, changing places on the bed.
...
Unaware that she possessed her in that distant second, Y/N walked towards the scientist.
He settled on his side, next to the nightstand, and she just watched.
Spengler had removed his glasses, which now lay abandoned on the small table beside him.
His face was now fully exposed, with no metal frames interrupting the view of his features.
It was weird...
How peaceful it looked...
Unlike the tense and stressed image he gave outside.
...
She hated him.
Maybe she could smother him with the pillow... Set him on fire or just hit him.
What was stopping him?
...
She stood there, watching the man...
And she submerged in doubt, she raised her hand and placed it on her cheek.
A memory of her washed over him.
~~~
In the shade of a tree, in the center of that garden, two young men were resting on the grass.
Sitting next to each other, they chatted about fantasy and illusion...
The young man, who had been listening to the girl's words intently, ignored any comments he had to say and cut her off...
-“How do you think we will be when we grow up?... Will we still be friends?...”
The woman was silent.
And when the one with glasses began to hesitate, the young woman nodded, barely perceptible.
-"I don't know... And I don't want to know."
~~~
When did that happen?
She couldn't remember chatting so casually with Spengler.
Her friendship had always been limited to insults and discord...
Then Y/N felt guilty for forgetting.
Her hand slid from Spengler's cheek, suddenly flooded with rejection once more.
She retreated back to her bed, feeling a bitter coldness.
Unaware that from his place, Spengler was still awake.
~~~
That meeting gave rise to a series of distant and unexpected events.
It was, the main reason why both she and Spengler had stopped talking.
Even after little interaction.
The enmity seemed to strengthen.
It became somewhat competitive, and this came to affect his work.
The rest of the group immediately noticed her behavior, and reprimanded the two for their childish actions.
Although more charged to Y/N, since Spengler usually avoided conflicts.
...
That day was the straw that broke the camel's back.
When during the last session in one of the big houses, Y/N had been assigned to accompany Spengler in a reading on the third floor.
The place had been reported for emitting alarming noises and possible spectral presences.
Possible, because with the genocidal history of the mansion, it would not be surprising to find presences like these.
...
Before entering the third floor, Y/N made a mental note about various rules that she herself should keep in her behavior with Spengler.
Some of them dictated the absence of shouting, insults, physical violence, inappropriate thoughts (nothing explicit or bloody) or attempts to flee to unexpected situations.
She had to remain absolutely calm. No matter what situations come your way.
But of course, something had to go wrong...
~~~
Behind Spengler, as they climbed the stairs to the section, Y/N followed Egon.
Once they reached the third floor, Egon stopped at the bottom of the stairs.
From her left pocket he removed the PKE detector and activating it turned towards her.
-"Stay with me, the activity up here is disproportionately greater"
And before walking down the hall, she added she...
-"Don't be so impertinent and please don't touch anything"
...
Bastard...
The characters for the Harold WEEK, I repeat again due to... Certain confusion 🙃👍.
•Harold Ramis
•The officer friendly
•Police Harold
•Egon Spengler
•Elon Spengler
•Doctor Egon/Harold
•Professor Harold/Egon
•Russel Ziskey
•Student Egon Spengler (young)