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Dec. 9th, 2006 09:20 pmSaturday, December 9, 2006
8:43 PM
NYC
Ray was on the roof of the Firehouse practicing with his 'sabre when the creaking sound of the hinges alerted him to an incoming visitor. He froze; sometimes Slimer followed people, and the spud didn't realize how dangerous that blade could be. "Who's there?" he called.
"It's just me, Ray," said Janine. "You've got a phone call."
"How come you're still here?" asked Ray, taking the cordless handset from her.
"Egon forgot his Nextel," she said. "We had to come back and get it. See you tomorrow."
Ray switched off the 'sabre and pinched the phone between his shoulder and his ear. "Dr. Stantz here," he said. "Who's this?"
"Uncle Ray?" came a very small voice.
It was a lucky thing he'd turned the 'sabre off, because he nearly droped it in his startlement. "Joey? What the- Joey, what are you doing? Does your mother know you're-"
"Mom and Dad are out," Joey said. "Sally's watching TV."
"Oh, man," said Ray, running his free hand over his hair. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"I was. I had a bad dream."
Ray winced. "Everybody has bad dreams sometimes, Joey," he said. "How bad was it?" It didn't occur to him to tell his nephew to tell the babysitter about it, or to say it was only a dream. Once, maybe, he would've said that. Not after what happened with the sandman in the animated continuum, though.
There were fidgety sounds on the other end. "Real bad," Joey said at last.
Ray nodded, but no more was forthcoming, so he prodded gently: "You wanna tell me about it?"
"I dunno," said Joey. "It might come back."
"Maybe," Ray admitted. "Maybe not. I usually manage to keep mine away by talking about them afterwards. What was it?"
More fidgets. Ray waited.
"... big green shiny things like on the Christmas tree tried to eat a man and there were these bats and they were pink and they were trying to smoosh you but there was this giant and he was scary but he was okay but people were getting shot and there was this guy and this thing and there was a lot of fire and something really really big came out of the ocean and that's when I woke up."
Ray had been nodding sympathetically as his nephew talked, prepping the 'no, honestly, it was only a dream' speech. It died a-borning upon hearing the last few words. Fools! You may have won this time, but Cthulhu cannot be destroyed! He waits and dreams in the deep, and the cities of man shall fall before him!
"Uncle Ray?"
"I- I'm here, Joey." Ray shook his head. "It's okay. I'm sorry. You just reminded me of something, that's all."
"Oh."
"It was a good something, though," Ray said, willing himself to believe it. "I mean, we won."
( I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend / the rest of your nights with the light on )
8:43 PM
NYC
Ray was on the roof of the Firehouse practicing with his 'sabre when the creaking sound of the hinges alerted him to an incoming visitor. He froze; sometimes Slimer followed people, and the spud didn't realize how dangerous that blade could be. "Who's there?" he called.
"It's just me, Ray," said Janine. "You've got a phone call."
"How come you're still here?" asked Ray, taking the cordless handset from her.
"Egon forgot his Nextel," she said. "We had to come back and get it. See you tomorrow."
Ray switched off the 'sabre and pinched the phone between his shoulder and his ear. "Dr. Stantz here," he said. "Who's this?"
"Uncle Ray?" came a very small voice.
It was a lucky thing he'd turned the 'sabre off, because he nearly droped it in his startlement. "Joey? What the- Joey, what are you doing? Does your mother know you're-"
"Mom and Dad are out," Joey said. "Sally's watching TV."
"Oh, man," said Ray, running his free hand over his hair. "Shouldn't you be in bed?"
"I was. I had a bad dream."
Ray winced. "Everybody has bad dreams sometimes, Joey," he said. "How bad was it?" It didn't occur to him to tell his nephew to tell the babysitter about it, or to say it was only a dream. Once, maybe, he would've said that. Not after what happened with the sandman in the animated continuum, though.
There were fidgety sounds on the other end. "Real bad," Joey said at last.
Ray nodded, but no more was forthcoming, so he prodded gently: "You wanna tell me about it?"
"I dunno," said Joey. "It might come back."
"Maybe," Ray admitted. "Maybe not. I usually manage to keep mine away by talking about them afterwards. What was it?"
More fidgets. Ray waited.
"... big green shiny things like on the Christmas tree tried to eat a man and there were these bats and they were pink and they were trying to smoosh you but there was this giant and he was scary but he was okay but people were getting shot and there was this guy and this thing and there was a lot of fire and something really really big came out of the ocean and that's when I woke up."
Ray had been nodding sympathetically as his nephew talked, prepping the 'no, honestly, it was only a dream' speech. It died a-borning upon hearing the last few words. Fools! You may have won this time, but Cthulhu cannot be destroyed! He waits and dreams in the deep, and the cities of man shall fall before him!
"Uncle Ray?"
"I- I'm here, Joey." Ray shook his head. "It's okay. I'm sorry. You just reminded me of something, that's all."
"Oh."
"It was a good something, though," Ray said, willing himself to believe it. "I mean, we won."
( I say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend / the rest of your nights with the light on )
