GhostBusters: Rift In Dimensions

Chapter Four

Y/N's P.O.V

I was running.

Again.

Endless hallways stretched out in every direction, twisting and folding into each other like the building couldn't decide what shape it wanted to be. My footsteps echoed, but something else echoed with them.

Not behind me.

Around me.

Watching.

Then—

The ground vanished.

I didn't fall.

I lifted.

My body drifted upward, weightless, like gravity had simply lost interest.

I looked down.

I wasn't touching the floor anymore.

"...Okay. Cool. Totally normal."

The hallway opened into something massive.

A chamber.

High ceilings swallowed in shadow.

Figures stood in a circle below me—hooded, still, silent.

Their eyes glowed.

Not softly.

Not gently.

Hungry.

One by one, they lifted their heads.

Then their hands.

And slowly... they pulled back their hoods.

Their faces—

Wrong.

Sunken. Twisted. Not quite human anymore.

I forced myself to look away.

There was a portal at the far end of the room.

Swirling. Alive.

And they were standing between me and it.

Blocking it.

Or guarding it.

My stomach dropped.

Then I saw him.

The man from before.

Standing just beyond them.

Waiting.

"Who are you?" I demanded, my voice echoing unnaturally through the chamber.

He didn't answer right away.

He stepped forward instead.

Slow. Controlled.

Then he raised his hand—

And revealed a crown.

Cold. Heavy. Wrong.

"I believe," he said calmly, "you already know."

My pulse spiked.

"I've been searching for you," he continued. "Across time. Across space. Across failures."

Failures.

Plural.

"It has been... difficult," he added, almost amused. "But you will prove useful."

I scoffed, though my voice felt thin.

"Me? Yeah, no. Hard pass. This is a dream."

The chanting started.