DEAD--FORMAT

The 2024 Universal Studios Orlando Halloween Horror Nights featured a house based on the Ghostbusters: Frozen Empire movie. They decided to include - as is their norm for this event - as many incredibly specific detials and easter eggs for the franchise as possible. In the culminating scene, there is a full-sized, completely accurate Ecto-1. And it's the real thing. Except to make it work for the house, they only used the front half of it and put it on a track so it would appear to be busting through a wall when people entered the room. The lights and sirens were fully functional! The inside looked identical to the original 1984 movie. And they, apparently, went hunting for the exact vehicle, cut it in half, and then created an exact replica. (Not the same as the one that drives around the park. That's another car that was modified and painted to be as close as possible).

But some digging showed that, in January of 2024, Universal Studios bought just the front half of the car from a closed-down body shop in West Virginia (I think they got the rest of it delivered separately lol). There was a lot of skepticism as to what the car would be used for, seeing as it definitely couldn't function. People speculated that it would be used for a parade or decoration, and maybe they kept it for that! But the reveal of the Ecto in the house for HHN that year was kept pretty secret. No one was allowed to take pictures of the car behind the scenes.

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🖤 — who did your muse lose that changed them forever?

She fell... and it hurt like a fucking bitch. But what has Rebecca further angry is confusion: why the hell is the mall pushing her into this. Isn’t it on her side? Doesn’t it want her to feed? Does it not want her to get some form of revenge for being shot in the head?

She expects the shotgun in her face now, another blast, this time point blank. Would burst her whole head off... and she would hopefully rest for a while despite the toothache pain while she heals. But no, instead to idiot slides on his knees next to her just as the ass turns wet from the carpet absorbing the water. WATER SLIIIIIIIIIIDE

Oh fuck right off, she thinks at the robotic voice on the tv.... Hey, you alright? She shoots him a glare, slits for eyes, thin line for lips, until another waterfall bursts from the ceiling. And another... But he’s still there, somehow, despite her call for revenge and her anger. Why? That was a hell of a fall. Yeah, no shit. Whitefield Heights is gonna have fun at her expense too, it seems. On trembling legs, she stands, and if he offers help, she doesn’t take it. He shot her in the head. In the fucking head!

We gotta get out of this room, kid. We’re running out of time. She wants to argue – nearly does, until the voice sparks from the television again, coaxing them. She thinks she can somehow catch some sort of mocking in it... and then she notes the carpet’s color, deeper red where its wet, crawling toward the plugged analog television. Oh... Oh shit. Maybe he’s right. But she will not apologize for any of this, her own dignity and ego too heightened for the time being.

She offers another harsh look, then nods that yes, they do need to leave, or both will get a jolt. She approaches the red slide, one that goes into darkness... The mall won’t get rid of her so easily, so yes, there’s something down there, out of reach. “I guess we don’t have a choice.” She hesitates, looks over her shoulder – wetness has crawled closer to the television. With a scornful glare, she gives it the finger, gazes back at the bastard who shot her all the while ignoring the clear pain he’s in, then positions herself on the slide to disappear into the dark.

The descent seems to go on forever... enough that she begins to wonder if the mall hasn’t decided to be rid of her after all... After a long while, the slide ends, taking another fall, about ten feet into grass. A breeze pushes a few frizzy hairs as she stands on her hands and knees, gazing about. Green grass field expands so far she cannot see an end, bright green and lush despite a dark, stormy sky above – clouds threatening to burst into heavy rain. Slowly, she stands... and that’s when the man slumps next to her.

He almost snickers at her flipping off the tv, but he just doesn't have it in him not to be a grumpy bastard at the moment. It's pretty clear now that the girl is not the one controlling all this bullshit. She looks about as pissed off as possible. More than she did before. Maybe they'll end up forming some kind of alliance or something and she'll forget the fact that he blew her head off with a shotgun.

Regardless, she seems to have made a decision about the slides, and Ash doesn't hesitate to follow her given his lack of other options. It's not the first bottomless pit he's jumped into willingly, so he's quick to climb him and push himself down.

He screams for the first minute or so and then stops when his voice is hoarse and he realizes there's no point in screaming. Nothing is happening, and after a while, he's used to the feeling of weightlessness and plastic on his back. Honestly, it gets a little boring, and he starts to wonder if maybe his new life is just sliding down this slide forever, when suddenly the slide disappears and he is flailing all four limbs in a freefall before he hits the grass facedown.

For a few seconds, he doesn't move. Jesus fucking Christ on a bike. With a groan, Ash pushes himself over. He can't lay flat on his back with the boomstick there, so he falls into a pathetic heap before pushing himself to his feet. "Holy shit..." His shoulder kills, but he ignores the wound for now to look around.

Next came an expected question- one Becky, admittedly, wasn't quite prepared to answer. If this guy had a hard time believing werewolves she doubted he could wrap his head around this whole predicament. How much could be disclosed to him? Was there a risk involved with that? Would he end up turning the shotgun on her or slicing her in half with a chainsaw? Now that was never a fun experience.

"Uhmmm...like OKay, like..." Becky began hesitantly, attempting still to figure out how to explain herself.

"So like, ya know how you gotta thing with these 'deadlies' or whatever? OKay so like, this isn't....like....my first time dealing with all this. Deadeez, chya, but not, like, monsters in general," she explained. Vague, but hopefully got the point across.

Ash listened with a truly exhausted expression on his face. The Valley Girl walk and talk was gonna get on his nerves, he just knew it. It did sound like she really did know what she was talking about though. Well...to the extent a bimbo teenager could. Granted, Ash considered himself an expert on all things Necronimcy, and he knew virtually nothing about it save from the bullshit he'd stumbled onto by accident.

"You're like me," he said stupidly, stumbling a little in the underbrush. "You got no warning, no training, no nothin? You just got monsters popping up in your life?" He'd sorta thought he'd just missed his own orientation and anyone else dealing with similar shit got some kind of guidance.

Her sensitive nose did pick up on blood in the room, along with 50 other unfamiliar smells that came from the man but she thought it was his wounds that are patched. Oh no. She is up for a rude awakening.

"Ashley. Such an interesting name. Nice to meet you! My name is Rockelle Simmonds." She pauses once he mentions 1982, raising a brow and scrunching her nose. "Oh you poor darling, you must have hit your head harder than I thought! Its November 2nd 2025. I wish I had the equipment to look over your brain but I will see what I can do..." She trails off at the bloody stump he holds up after the chainsaw falls off.

She blinks then proceeds to gag at the blood and the stump itself. Yes it was covered in duct tape but the visual of the blood and flesh and ripped bone made her feel so sick. "Oh...oh my darling..." Another gag. "What...what caused that?" She gags and lets out a deep breath, Kimchi panting beside Ash. The pup was more focused on the man now starting to grow light headed, hopping down to sit next to Ash, he licks at his good hand.

"One....One second. Just please try to foc..." Gag. "Focus on Kimchi okay?" She tried her hardest to be calm but damn was it hard. She picks up a thin looking brick in the room, pressing a few buttons and dialing someone. A ring tone could be heard as a deep voice radiates on the other line. She on the other hand, frantically talked in French to the person on the other line and grabbed a towel from nearby to stop the bleeding. Amid the talking she kept gagging and looking away to avoid seeing it, apologizing to Ash but trying to help where she could.

Then a soft knock at the door before she rushed over to get the door. A taller man appears and greets Ash shortly then goes back to speaking French with a now fully freaking out and gagging Rocky. She excuses herself to the bathroom as the man proceeds to apply first aid and effectively patch up Ash's wound. "There you go. Sorry, she doesnt handle gnarly wounds too well." He said in English with a chuckle. "You good you big baby?" He calls towards Rocky who is chugging water and pacing. "You shut it dad! Not all of us were war criminals who seen some shit! Oh my god! Thank you but-" and she gags again. The man sighs and pats the couch next to Ash. "You are in good hands. Im leaving. Dont do anything stupid!"

November. 2nd. 2025. 2025??

As is about to protest - there is no way he flew into a damn cyclone and ended up forty some-odd years in the future. No way. Can't happen. Granted, he's seen an onslaught of bizarre shit the past few days, but time travel was just a step too far. At exactly what point would things just get too ridiculous?

Before he can protest, his hand - well, his lack of hand - seems to be making a bad impression. Ah, yeah. She is a classy lady, far as Ash can tell. This level of blood and gore isn't appropriate for her to see. "Hey, why don't..." No, that's a lost cause. She's too grossed out. Honestly, it's amusing seeing her be reassuring to him while she's trying not to puke up her lunch.

He's seconds away from giving an explanation, but something makes him think an in-depth description of how he cut his own hand off with power tools won't really win her over. Before he knows it, she's talking in French. Just barely, he can hear a voice coming from her contraption. Kinda like you'd hear through a phone receiver.