oscar barrett-venkman.

to believe it would be bliss, but doubt pools at the pit of oscar's stomach in the very same way it does in his mother's. he knows he's not safe. how can you be safe from something that lives not just under your bed, but in your walls? and little known to them yet, but in the cavity of your chest? maybe oscar does know, he just hasn't got the words for it yet. he presses the bloodied tissue against his nose still, curled up into his mother's side. and he will lie for her, because he can't let her know she's not in control of this. “i know,” oz murmurs, “don't go yet.”

@V1GO, side blog to doctorvenko. writing the aftermath of ghostbusters 1 + 2 through the eyes of oscar barrett-venkman, through themes such as: THE HAUNTED CHILD, living with an unwanted legacy, my dad is a ghostbuster & BECOMING THE MASTER OF YOUR OWN DOOMED FATE. written by chet: she/her + twenty5. follows from main blog.