Post by ParamountKeymaster on Oct 19, 2013 11:13:16 GMT -5
Following the encounter at the cemetery, Patrick began making his way back towards the city to search for his friends. Of course, this task isn't so easy when you don't know your way around, so it was only a matter of time before Patrick wound up lost.
Well, this is fantastic, Van sighed in his head. How are we supposed to find Jen and the others at this rate?
"Van, maybe you should cast a tracking spell like you did when we were looking for Toby," Patrick suggested.
I think it's best for all of us if you stay in control, Patrick. Ray seems calmer than when I'm in charge, and I'd rather not agitate him again.
You guys know I can hear you, right? Ray groaned.
Just keep a level head, Ray. The last thing we need is to be at arms with each other.
"So where are we, anyway?" Patrick asked, observing his surroundings.
It looks like the remains of a hospital... Van replied.
Upon taking this into consideration, Patrick once again allowed his curiosity to get the better of him and went in for a closer look. The building was in a state of disrepair and looked as if it had been that way for decades. Through the holes in the walls, he could see the disused remains of operating rooms and medical equipment. And God dang it, it all looked too cool to be ignored!
"I gotta check this place out!" Patrick laughed.
Not a good idea! Van said. I doubt we're supposed to be here at all, but more importantly, what about the others?!
"I won't be long. I swear."
Yeah, come on, Van, Ray chided. Grow a spine. Whadya think's gonna happen?
No one said anything for the next few minutes as Patrick maneuvered around debris and made his way down one of the dusty, decrepit hallways. Everything was so cold... almost as cold as a normal hospital. But the chilling nature just got Patrick more excited and anxious for something to truly scare him. On any other occasion, he wouldn't be this keen to something so suspenseful, but on Halloween... bring 'em on!
Suddenly, Patrick stopped cold, shivers running up his spine and a strange odor filling the air. "Listen... You smell that?"
Oh, God, here come the Ghostbusters quotes... Ray grumbled.
Slowly, Patrick turned around, his jaw dropping in awe when he saw what was behind him. In a hushed voice, he whispered, "A full torso apparition..."
That was one way to put it. The other was the very angry ghost of a large, bald-headed man whose face had been mangled and his stomach sliced open. It snarled down at Patrick, blood-red ectoplasm dripping from its teeth a splattering onto either the boy's face or the floor. It then opened its mouth further than physically possible and roared at Patrick.
Logically, Patrick's first reaction was to run away screaming.
He sprinted down the hospital hall as the ghost gave chase. Every few seconds, Patrick threw a light or dispel spell over his shoulder, none of them doing much good. Soon the ghost was joined by two others: one a teenage boy with various gunshot wounds all over his body, the other an emancipated woman in a hospital gown with no hair and only one breast. They relentlessly pursued Patrick, who only managed to evade them when he threw himself into a closet and cast a protection spell on the room, successfully blocking them out.
"Okay, what the heck do I do now?!" Patrick shouted.
You get back out there and FIGHT those sons of b****s! Ray responded. Or better yet, let me fight them! Ghosts against necromancer!
Do you honestly think we're going to let you fight again after what happened at the cemetery?! Van snapped.
Oh, excuse me! Let's just play the blame game, huh? It's not like our lives are at stake!
"Hold it!" Patrick said, raising a finger with an inspired smile on his face. "I have an idea!"
Oh, no, you're not...
Patrick, you're not seriously thinking...
He held up his hands, purple light generating from his palms and creating a similarly-colored portal before him. From the portal rose...
PATRICK!
SON OF A-!
...Patrick's authentic Ghostbuster uniform and proton pack, which he threw on with glee despite his inner voices' protests. The pack that Laura had made for him was supposed to just shoot harmless light, but she had built it with an actual nuclear setting that only she was supposed to know how to access; but, of course, Patrick had figured out how to switch settings long ago, and since he had, he was locked and loaded.
He kicked the door open and smiled maliciously at the ghosts before firing up the proton pack, orange beams shooting out and prompting the ghosts to scatter. This time, Patrick was the one to chase them.
"COME GET SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!"
Well, this is fantastic, Van sighed in his head. How are we supposed to find Jen and the others at this rate?
"Van, maybe you should cast a tracking spell like you did when we were looking for Toby," Patrick suggested.
I think it's best for all of us if you stay in control, Patrick. Ray seems calmer than when I'm in charge, and I'd rather not agitate him again.
You guys know I can hear you, right? Ray groaned.
Just keep a level head, Ray. The last thing we need is to be at arms with each other.
"So where are we, anyway?" Patrick asked, observing his surroundings.
It looks like the remains of a hospital... Van replied.
Upon taking this into consideration, Patrick once again allowed his curiosity to get the better of him and went in for a closer look. The building was in a state of disrepair and looked as if it had been that way for decades. Through the holes in the walls, he could see the disused remains of operating rooms and medical equipment. And God dang it, it all looked too cool to be ignored!
"I gotta check this place out!" Patrick laughed.
Not a good idea! Van said. I doubt we're supposed to be here at all, but more importantly, what about the others?!
"I won't be long. I swear."
Yeah, come on, Van, Ray chided. Grow a spine. Whadya think's gonna happen?
No one said anything for the next few minutes as Patrick maneuvered around debris and made his way down one of the dusty, decrepit hallways. Everything was so cold... almost as cold as a normal hospital. But the chilling nature just got Patrick more excited and anxious for something to truly scare him. On any other occasion, he wouldn't be this keen to something so suspenseful, but on Halloween... bring 'em on!
Suddenly, Patrick stopped cold, shivers running up his spine and a strange odor filling the air. "Listen... You smell that?"
Oh, God, here come the Ghostbusters quotes... Ray grumbled.
Slowly, Patrick turned around, his jaw dropping in awe when he saw what was behind him. In a hushed voice, he whispered, "A full torso apparition..."
That was one way to put it. The other was the very angry ghost of a large, bald-headed man whose face had been mangled and his stomach sliced open. It snarled down at Patrick, blood-red ectoplasm dripping from its teeth a splattering onto either the boy's face or the floor. It then opened its mouth further than physically possible and roared at Patrick.
Logically, Patrick's first reaction was to run away screaming.
He sprinted down the hospital hall as the ghost gave chase. Every few seconds, Patrick threw a light or dispel spell over his shoulder, none of them doing much good. Soon the ghost was joined by two others: one a teenage boy with various gunshot wounds all over his body, the other an emancipated woman in a hospital gown with no hair and only one breast. They relentlessly pursued Patrick, who only managed to evade them when he threw himself into a closet and cast a protection spell on the room, successfully blocking them out.
"Okay, what the heck do I do now?!" Patrick shouted.
You get back out there and FIGHT those sons of b****s! Ray responded. Or better yet, let me fight them! Ghosts against necromancer!
Do you honestly think we're going to let you fight again after what happened at the cemetery?! Van snapped.
Oh, excuse me! Let's just play the blame game, huh? It's not like our lives are at stake!
"Hold it!" Patrick said, raising a finger with an inspired smile on his face. "I have an idea!"
Oh, no, you're not...
Patrick, you're not seriously thinking...
He held up his hands, purple light generating from his palms and creating a similarly-colored portal before him. From the portal rose...
PATRICK!
SON OF A-!
...Patrick's authentic Ghostbuster uniform and proton pack, which he threw on with glee despite his inner voices' protests. The pack that Laura had made for him was supposed to just shoot harmless light, but she had built it with an actual nuclear setting that only she was supposed to know how to access; but, of course, Patrick had figured out how to switch settings long ago, and since he had, he was locked and loaded.
He kicked the door open and smiled maliciously at the ghosts before firing up the proton pack, orange beams shooting out and prompting the ghosts to scatter. This time, Patrick was the one to chase them.
"COME GET SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!!!"
