A Real Ghostbusters Fanfic!
Title: The Boogieman Returns Apocrypha, Chapter One.
Author: TheLoneGunWoman
Rating: PG-13, at least. Scary stuff.
Summary: This story is a re-write of the ‘The Boogieman is back’ episode of RGB. (No junior Ghostbusters, for one thing). The guys take on the boogieman by themselves--and are forced to suffer the consequences.
Notes: I used much of the stuff from the episode 'The Boogieman is Back' in the very beginning of the fic. That dialogue/imagery belongs to the original writers, along with the character.
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The Ghostbusters had followed The Boogieman all the way to the dilapidated amusement park now serving as his base of his operations. They’d stood just past the warped entrance gate grimly.
“Remember, the Boogieman has made this place his realm; It’ll do anything he wants it to, so stay on guard.” Egon said.
As soon as the words left his lips, the Boogieman stepped out of a funhouse doorway. The Ghostbusters gulped collectively, remembering their last encounter with the entity. This was going to be rough.
Wordlessly, the creature raised his hands aloft. Sparks flew through the air. A nearby kiddy coaster turned into--of all things---a dragon. The Ghostbuster fired on it, but it was to no avail. The dragon-coaster swept under them, lifting them into the air. It flew in erratic circles around the other nightmare rides. As they went past two clown statues, the harlequins reached out and stripped their equipment away. The dragon continued forward, taking them inside a gaping maw of a doorway.
The dragon took them in a death spiral for what seem like hours. Finally, it dumped them on a checkered floor and flew off. Strange rainbow colored nightmares surrounded them.
“Remind me not to come here on a full stomach.” Winston groaned.
“Or an empty one.” Peter added, untangling himself from the pack.
“BOO!” The Boogieman burst from the floor in front of them. The four men leapt back, startled.
“Did I scare you? GOOD! Especially you, Egon, because the more afraid you are...the more it feeds me!” The Boogieman grinned.
Snakelike bonds emerged from the walls, binding the Ghostbusters to the rainbow-tent wall. They began struggling at once, but to no avail. The boogieman stalked closer to them, grinning.
“Give it up Boogieman!” Peter hollered from his bonds.
“Yeah, we’re not little kids that you can scare away!” Ray yelled, trying desperately to buy time.
“On the contrary.” The Boogieman tapped his chin thoughtfully. He raised his hands, claws flexing. Red sparks flashed from them, making the light strobe in the room.
“Whoa!” Egon heard his cry echoed by the others as the floor dropped away, sending them spinning into a black mist. Sparks of light swirled around them.
Egon gasped in horror as the ground came rushing at them. He closed his eyes for the moment of impact--which was a good deal softer than he’d anticipated.
“Ow.” He groaned as the others landed next to him. He was winded, but not seriously hurt. They had landed in a city street of some sort--a horribly oversized street, from what he could see of it.
“What happened?” Ray moaned.
Egon staggered to his feet, his vision spinning.
“It appears we’ve landed.” His voice sounded strange. He turned to face the others and gasped.
Three young boys were sitting around him with dazed expressions. Egon’s heart sunk as he realized what had happened.
“The Boogieman did turn is unto little kids.” He whispered.
Ray, the youngest of the group, looked perhaps three. That approximated Peter at four, Egon at five, and Winston around eight years old. Their uniforms had been morphed into footed pajamas. The three other boys stared at each other, the same realization setting in.
“The boogieman must have taken us deep within his realm to affect such a change.” Egon managed.
Peter cautiously tapped on a fire hydrant that was taller than he was.
“Man, wherever we are, it sure isn’t New York.” Winston said in a weak voice.
“What’s that?” Ray’s voice trembled with authentic child’s fear.
A hoard of demons was running towards them from down the street, howling viciously.
“We’ll never outrun them like this!” Egon wailed, his equanimity gone.
“We’ve gotta try!” Peter grabbed Egon’s wrist and pulled him away from the mob. Winston did the same with Ray.
They quickly ran into a dead end. A gigantic door stood at the end of the road. The knob’s carved face leered down at them.
“Even if we were normal size we couldn’t reach that.” Peter growled in frustration.
As they stared wistfully at the door, the leering knob became the Boogieman‘s head. Egon shrieked in terror.
“Fight it guys! Don’t even think about being afraid!” Peter yelled as the hoard advanced.
Egon whimpered, trying to restrain his fright. Peter gripped his hand tightly.
The Boogieman leapt from the door, now heading the mob.
“That’s it, more fear.” He growled, doubling in size. “I need it!”
Egon was shaking like a leaf. Peter and Ray shrank back from the mob, their back’s against the door.
“I’m not scared of you!” Winston spat out, standing in front of his colleagues.
“Is that so?” The Boogieman leered down at the pedamorphed Ghostbuster.
“Winston, get away from him!” Ray whispered desperately.
“Its okay Ray.” Winston shot a reassuring smile at the redheaded boy. “He’s only got power over you if you’re afraid, and I’M NOT AFRAID!”
The crowd of monsters booed and hissed at him.
“You may not be afraid yet-” The Boogieman continued with his clawed hands raised aloft. “-But you will be.”
Before Winston could form a retort, a gray stone wall sprang up between them. Two more appeared on the other sides of the door, forming a square around the guys. Winston retreated slightly, grabbing hold of Ray’s hand.
“What’s going on?” He hissed.
“I-I don’t know.” Egon managed. “He already had us trapped, I don’t know why he’s doing this.”
The immense door behind them suddenly creaked open, sending Peter sprawling onto the doorstop.
“That hurt!” The brunette complained, rubbing a spot on his head. “Do you think I can sue for negligence?”
“Somehow I doubt it.” Egon replied dryly.
“So…do we go in?” Ray asked after a moment.
As if responding to Ray’s query, the three walls began to close in on them.
“Yes!” Peter grabbed Egon’s hand and pulled him though the door. Winston and Ray followed moments later. The door slammed
shut behind them.
“What is he doing?” Peter panted. “He’s already got us cornered, why put us in another room?”
“Maybe he’s trying to scare us even more.” Ray said.
Egon’s gaze swept over the space. It appeared to be a child’s playroom. Several beds occupied the room, along with an assortment of normal looking toys and games. The walls were papered in dark primary colors.
“It’s a nursery.” Winston murmured.
“The boogieman has a playroom?” Ray sounded more confused than anything else.
“I don’t like this.” Peter muttered darkly. His hand tightened its grip on Egon’s.
Winston’s arms curled protectively around Ray’s shoulders. “What do we do now?”
“Well…” Egon gave the door behind them a once over. “We can’t leave the way we came.”
“And there doesn’t seem to be another way out.” Ray said softly. He looked up at the other three, his seemingly-larger eyes betraying the fear he felt. “We’re trapped.”
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Continued here...
Author: TheLoneGunWoman
Rating: PG-13, at least. Scary stuff.
Summary: This story is a re-write of the ‘The Boogieman is back’ episode of RGB. (No junior Ghostbusters, for one thing). The guys take on the boogieman by themselves--and are forced to suffer the consequences.
Notes: I used much of the stuff from the episode 'The Boogieman is Back' in the very beginning of the fic. That dialogue/imagery belongs to the original writers, along with the character.
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The Ghostbusters had followed The Boogieman all the way to the dilapidated amusement park now serving as his base of his operations. They’d stood just past the warped entrance gate grimly.
“Remember, the Boogieman has made this place his realm; It’ll do anything he wants it to, so stay on guard.” Egon said.
As soon as the words left his lips, the Boogieman stepped out of a funhouse doorway. The Ghostbusters gulped collectively, remembering their last encounter with the entity. This was going to be rough.
Wordlessly, the creature raised his hands aloft. Sparks flew through the air. A nearby kiddy coaster turned into--of all things---a dragon. The Ghostbuster fired on it, but it was to no avail. The dragon-coaster swept under them, lifting them into the air. It flew in erratic circles around the other nightmare rides. As they went past two clown statues, the harlequins reached out and stripped their equipment away. The dragon continued forward, taking them inside a gaping maw of a doorway.
The dragon took them in a death spiral for what seem like hours. Finally, it dumped them on a checkered floor and flew off. Strange rainbow colored nightmares surrounded them.
“Remind me not to come here on a full stomach.” Winston groaned.
“Or an empty one.” Peter added, untangling himself from the pack.
“BOO!” The Boogieman burst from the floor in front of them. The four men leapt back, startled.
“Did I scare you? GOOD! Especially you, Egon, because the more afraid you are...the more it feeds me!” The Boogieman grinned.
Snakelike bonds emerged from the walls, binding the Ghostbusters to the rainbow-tent wall. They began struggling at once, but to no avail. The boogieman stalked closer to them, grinning.
“Give it up Boogieman!” Peter hollered from his bonds.
“Yeah, we’re not little kids that you can scare away!” Ray yelled, trying desperately to buy time.
“On the contrary.” The Boogieman tapped his chin thoughtfully. He raised his hands, claws flexing. Red sparks flashed from them, making the light strobe in the room.
“Whoa!” Egon heard his cry echoed by the others as the floor dropped away, sending them spinning into a black mist. Sparks of light swirled around them.
Egon gasped in horror as the ground came rushing at them. He closed his eyes for the moment of impact--which was a good deal softer than he’d anticipated.
“Ow.” He groaned as the others landed next to him. He was winded, but not seriously hurt. They had landed in a city street of some sort--a horribly oversized street, from what he could see of it.
“What happened?” Ray moaned.
Egon staggered to his feet, his vision spinning.
“It appears we’ve landed.” His voice sounded strange. He turned to face the others and gasped.
Three young boys were sitting around him with dazed expressions. Egon’s heart sunk as he realized what had happened.
“The Boogieman did turn is unto little kids.” He whispered.
Ray, the youngest of the group, looked perhaps three. That approximated Peter at four, Egon at five, and Winston around eight years old. Their uniforms had been morphed into footed pajamas. The three other boys stared at each other, the same realization setting in.
“The boogieman must have taken us deep within his realm to affect such a change.” Egon managed.
Peter cautiously tapped on a fire hydrant that was taller than he was.
“Man, wherever we are, it sure isn’t New York.” Winston said in a weak voice.
“What’s that?” Ray’s voice trembled with authentic child’s fear.
A hoard of demons was running towards them from down the street, howling viciously.
“We’ll never outrun them like this!” Egon wailed, his equanimity gone.
“We’ve gotta try!” Peter grabbed Egon’s wrist and pulled him away from the mob. Winston did the same with Ray.
They quickly ran into a dead end. A gigantic door stood at the end of the road. The knob’s carved face leered down at them.
“Even if we were normal size we couldn’t reach that.” Peter growled in frustration.
As they stared wistfully at the door, the leering knob became the Boogieman‘s head. Egon shrieked in terror.
“Fight it guys! Don’t even think about being afraid!” Peter yelled as the hoard advanced.
Egon whimpered, trying to restrain his fright. Peter gripped his hand tightly.
The Boogieman leapt from the door, now heading the mob.
“That’s it, more fear.” He growled, doubling in size. “I need it!”
Egon was shaking like a leaf. Peter and Ray shrank back from the mob, their back’s against the door.
“I’m not scared of you!” Winston spat out, standing in front of his colleagues.
“Is that so?” The Boogieman leered down at the pedamorphed Ghostbuster.
“Winston, get away from him!” Ray whispered desperately.
“Its okay Ray.” Winston shot a reassuring smile at the redheaded boy. “He’s only got power over you if you’re afraid, and I’M NOT AFRAID!”
The crowd of monsters booed and hissed at him.
“You may not be afraid yet-” The Boogieman continued with his clawed hands raised aloft. “-But you will be.”
Before Winston could form a retort, a gray stone wall sprang up between them. Two more appeared on the other sides of the door, forming a square around the guys. Winston retreated slightly, grabbing hold of Ray’s hand.
“What’s going on?” He hissed.
“I-I don’t know.” Egon managed. “He already had us trapped, I don’t know why he’s doing this.”
The immense door behind them suddenly creaked open, sending Peter sprawling onto the doorstop.
“That hurt!” The brunette complained, rubbing a spot on his head. “Do you think I can sue for negligence?”
“Somehow I doubt it.” Egon replied dryly.
“So…do we go in?” Ray asked after a moment.
As if responding to Ray’s query, the three walls began to close in on them.
“Yes!” Peter grabbed Egon’s hand and pulled him though the door. Winston and Ray followed moments later. The door slammed
shut behind them.
“What is he doing?” Peter panted. “He’s already got us cornered, why put us in another room?”
“Maybe he’s trying to scare us even more.” Ray said.
Egon’s gaze swept over the space. It appeared to be a child’s playroom. Several beds occupied the room, along with an assortment of normal looking toys and games. The walls were papered in dark primary colors.
“It’s a nursery.” Winston murmured.
“The boogieman has a playroom?” Ray sounded more confused than anything else.
“I don’t like this.” Peter muttered darkly. His hand tightened its grip on Egon’s.
Winston’s arms curled protectively around Ray’s shoulders. “What do we do now?”
“Well…” Egon gave the door behind them a once over. “We can’t leave the way we came.”
“And there doesn’t seem to be another way out.” Ray said softly. He looked up at the other three, his seemingly-larger eyes betraying the fear he felt. “We’re trapped.”
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