Posted 04 December 2008 - 07:23 PM
Spengler crouched in the darkest, most hidingest corner he could possibly find. Everything had gone to hell, figuratively. For now at least, although he had a growing suspicion that literally might be coming along soon.
Ray was dead. DEAD. Nothing like that had ever happened before, it sure as hell wasn't what he had signed for. Convinving little old ladies the creak in the door wasn't their Ernest trying to tell her where he'd put the nice forks - sure. Evicting some michiveous little poltergeist or harmless lost souls - right up his street. But he was feeling way, way over his head here. Something strange was definitely in this neighbourhood.
He peaked out of his hidey-hole again. That damn fridge was still there. Hovering ominously right above the stairs. If he didnt know better he'd swear it was looking at him. Every now and again a beer would drop out and roll towards him, stopping just out of his reach. Not that he's even think about drinking it - the first thing he's learnt in his paranormal studies was never drink supernatural alcohol. Scenes from a frat party involving leprechaun-brewed whisky flashed through his mind, causing a cringe.
Just in time, Spengler jump out from under the stairs, as the fridge crashed through them. "Close." he thought, then threw himself forward as the fridge sped towards him down the corridor. "Damn", he thought to himself as he pushed himself into a corner. He pulled himself up and activated his proton pack. "Here goes nothing", he mumbled, adjusting his glasses. This was really Venkman's kind of thing, but who knew where he'd gotten to.
The fridge flashed through the corner of his vision and he spun, firing. But some mad luck, the beam caught the corner of the fridge as it was about to disappear into another room. It hung there, obviously unhappy, but unable to escape. "Take that you bastard fridge!" Spengler shouted, reaching for his trap-thingy (they really needed a fancy name for those things).
Just then another fridge burst through the wall to his right. "Clever girl..." Spengler cried, before making a very wet squishy sound.
Thyrllan (Lace) is dead. He was Egon Spengler
It is day 2. 36 hours remain.
Only someone with this much power could make this many frittatas without breaking any eggs.