the group drives home back to the farmhouse. phoebe starts to get anxious about it all, podcast seems terrifed but amused, lucky and trevor seem concerned, and brooke has all her emotions all up in her head about... everything.

"mom?" phoebe calls out for her mother as she runs into the house.

she sees her mother sitting on the armchair.

~

meanwhile outside, trevor decides to finally ask brooke out.

"brooke." trevor called.

"oh, yeah?" brooke answered, quickly turning back.

"i know this isn't really a good time, but..." he shortly paused, taking a deep breath before asking her. lucky and podcast we're just standing around, watching them.

"but, what?" brooke said walking over to lean on the side of the car.

"when all of this is over... and we're not dead by the end of it..." trevor started talking again.

brooke raised her eyebrow and looked confused at him.

"maybe you'd wanna hangout? just the two of us?" trevor finished. hoping she'd accept.

brooke released her eyebrow in shock. she didn't think he'd ask any soon.

"you promise we wont die?"

"yes?" trevor answered, unsure. (cuz hes no fuckin fortune teller girlie😇)

"then sure." she nodded and smirked at him.

"way to go, queen." lucky said high-fiving podcast.

they head inside and see phoebe staring at her mom.

"what the..." lucky mumbled quietly.

"mom? are you okay?" phoebe said walking slowly to her.

"there is no mom. there is only zuul." callie creepily said in an incredibly deep voice, turning her head slowly to her daughter with red glowing eyes.

"out of everyone in town they just had to pick callie." brooke whispered to herself.

callie's chest started bouncing up and down from rapidly breathing.

"is she okay?" lucky said, not even scared, just concerned.

"definitely not." brooke replied, since callie can't.

"mom." trevor called for his mom until he noticed the p.k.e meter detecting something.

brooke noticed as well and she quickly grabbed it.

"shit, shit, shit..." brooke whispered while holding the meter and turning back at callie.

podcast tried to go closer. callie roared at him and started stroaking his hair.

"are you the keymaster?" callie asked podcast.

"i dont know..." podcast answered to callie, scared and uncomfortable.

"mom!" phoebe said to her.

"phoebe, what do i do?" podcast asked her, slowly leaning back as callie leaned forward.

"mom, stop!" phoebe tried to pull her away but callie almost bit her hand.

"whoa!" trevor yelled out as the meter in brookes hand started to power up.

callie jumped back behind the armchair and growled at the group. soon another earthquake started to occur.

it was the keymaster. gary.

well, not gary nessecarily. hes just possessed.

callie looked outside the window then jumped out of it without hesitation.

"mom!" phoebe yelled.

"she looks absolutely ridiculous." brooke mumbled, disturbed how callie was running like a dog.

"phoebe."

"yeah?" phoebe answered and looked up at brooke.

"theres something i need to show you." she gave the meter to trevor, took phoebes hand and brought her outside.

brooke started digging through the dirt and found a wire cable.

phoebe stared at it. knowing what she was trying to say.

"what is all this?" podcast said looking down at it too.

brooke looked at phoebe and nodded. wanting her to say it instead.

"this isn't a farm..." phoebe said looking back at brooke "it's a trap."

everyone looked at brooke.

"i helped him make it."

"and you didn't bother to start with that?" trevor asked.

"i never realized it's use until our current situation occurred."

~

everyone goes to the shed and slides down the pole. everyone goes into egons closet and takes the uniforms.

brooke was happy to be wearing the uniform. shes always wanted to be a ghostbuster. just never thought she was right for it.

"this is what he was working on all these years." phoebe said to the group going to the model of his house.

"building this model?" trevor asked.

"the detail is amazing." lucky went along with it.

"ahem. excuse me, i made it." brooke corrected her.

"well, you did a great job." trevor smiled and looked at brooke

"no, he came here to finish what the original ghostbusters started." phoebe continued.

"to trap gozer." lucky guessed.

"out in that dirt field." trevor continued for lucky.

"exactly." phoebe said. "these big silos act as a capacitor."

trevor turned something and made some reaction in the model. and everyone jumped back a bit.

"what's a capacitor?" trevor asked.

"would it kill you to read?"

"would it kill you to just tell me?"

"once activated, these towers can hold a charge for one moment." phoebe answered to avoid argument. "but in that one moment, they can power hundreds of traps."

"so, how do we get gozer into the field?" lucky asked.

"gozer's protected by two evil spirits."

"the keymaster and the gatekeeper" podcast interrupted phoebe.

"she needs both of them." phoebe continued. "no gatekeeper, no gozer."

"but first these spirits must possess two human souls." podcast interrupted again.

"like mom." trevor caught on.

"so they can unite... formally." phoebe said uncomfortably.

"you guys are lucky it didn't possess you." podcast laughed, referring to trevor and brooke.

brooke and trevor quickly turned their heads at him, confused and their skin reddening.

"what are we talking about?" lucky asked.

"lets just say phoebe and trevor might get a new dad when this ends." brooke specified, uncomfortably.

trevor and phoebe looked disturbed, disgusted, and uncomfortable all in one. like a 3 in 1 package deal but worse.

~

they all go to the police station. lucky tried using the phone but it was just roaring and growling. podcast licked some coffee of the table. ew.

"they were just here." podcast said after licking it off his finger.

trevor and lucky went to get the ecto-1 and phoebe, podcast and brooke went to look for the weapons.

"got anything?" podcast asked phoebe.

"no. just more stupid guns." phoebe answered.

"after all of this, do you think i should take one of those guns?" brooke joked, but also kinda serious... you never know when you need a weapon that goes pew-pew.

phoebe annoyingly sighed. "do what you want, i guess."

"hey guys?" brooke called out for them.

"yeah?" podcast responded

"i found it!" she yelled.

"what!?" phoebe ran to her.

"a jail inside a jail." podcast said.

"no, no, no!" phoebe said running to the cage. brooke and podcast followed.

"it's an ANSI class one electromagnetic deadbolt."

"i believe in you." podcast said to phoebe.

brooke eyed him while still facing the cage.

"can you be quiet for 2 seconds?" brooke told him.

"sorry!" podcast said widening his eyes and turning back at the cage.

"its unpickable." phoebe continued.

podcast looked at the muncher trap.

"podcast what are you thinking?" brooke looked at him

"i have a plan." he said as his words were muffled due to his face being pushed against the bars while trying to grab the control.

"wait." phoebe said loudly before podcast could release muncher, but he already did.

muncher was let loose and ate through the bars. the muncher made a hole in the cage and went out of the jail.

it went silent. then the 3 grabbed the equipment and ran to trevor and lucky.

they put the stuff in the car and was ready to drive away.

"you guys ready?" trevor said to everyone.

"im ready." brooke said back at him.

podcast, trevor, brooke, and phoebe looked at lucky in the other police car and lucky nodded.

trevor and brooke looked at each other for a few seconds and the 2 cars drove away.

they make their way to the mountain and hide the car behind a little rock wall. just tall enough to cover the car.

they see callie and gary holding hands, walking up to the stairs.

"thats my mom." phoebe said to podcast.

the two stand seperately beside the stairs and raise their hands up. lighting hit them, and they turned into the bull-dog like creature brooke saw at walmart.

"what?" trevor said shocked and confused.

they see gozer sit on... her? his? their, throne.

"excuse me?" phoebe said to gozer. walking over with her voice cracking a bit.

"uh- uh... pardon me." phoebe calls out again. gozer waves a little.

"yeah, hi." phoebe waves back.

"what do you call a fish with no eyes?" phoebe started off with a joke.

"the. worst. times." trevor whispered to himself, banging his head lightly on the steering wheel.

"a 'fssshhh" phoebe said removing the "i" from "fish."

"a whale- theres two whales in a bar." she continued telling another joke. "and one of them goes-" then she impesonated a whale "and then the other ones goes: go home. your drunk."

brooke tried so hard not to laugh out loud.

gozer started to stand up. oh no.

"um... so a grasshopper walks into a bar." phoebe said, telling another joke "and then the bartenders like: we have a drink named after you. and then the grasshoppers like: you have a drink named steve!?" (STEVE HARRINGTON???"

"have you come to offer yourself, in sacrifice?" gozer asked, completely dismissing her joke.

"what?" phoebe furrowed her eyebrows.

"are you prepared to die?" gozer repeated.

"no, im 12." phoebe said, surprisingly blunt. "are you?"

podcast trapped the gatekeeper and phoebes mom came back to normal and rolled down the stairs.

trevor drove over to them and callie, podcast, and phoebe got in.

~

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