𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

"𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚖𝚎?"

"Egon..why did you need my help again?" You tilted your head at the man who had his back turned to you.

"Well, I'd like to learn if positively charged neurons would result in contrasting emotions," Egon explained his back still turned to you.

You watched carefully as he dipped a spoon into the container of slime and then set the spoonful into the petri dish he had rummage around awhile to find.

Turning swiftly on his heel, he cautiously carried the petri dish of slime over to the table where you are seated and set it down.

"Is that the slime you were telling me you and Ray found?" Pointing at the bubbling pink slime.

"Correct, as I stated before I want to study what happens when the slime is presented with emotions," Egon smirked.

"Could you—" Egon started to speak before turning to grab his clipboard, "Could you dip your index finger into the slime, please?"

"Yeah.. but are you sure this stuff won't, like, eat me?"

"If it would have the potential to eat you or disintegrate your skin and bone, I wouldn't put you in such danger, Y/N." His cheeks flushed a light pink color, before turning away to awkwardly cough.

"If you say so, Spengs." You giggled, then slowly and carefully dipped the tip of your finger into the slime, it oozed down your finger. The slime in the petri dish seemed to bubble again.

You felt.. lighter. Much more calmer and relaxed too, you placed your chin onto the wooden table and watched as the slime slowly oozed and drip on your index finger.

Egon's eyes widened, then quickly scribbled down on the sheet of paper clipped to the clipboard. He looked down at you a few times then went back to writing down onto the clipboard.

He cleared his throat to get your attention, "So.. how do you feel?"

"I feel.. groovy Egie, this stuff really does something to you." You giggled up at him, his cheeks immediately erupted in a dark red color before hiding behind his clipboard again.

"I— I can go get you a towel now.. I'll be right back, Y/N.. just stay put." Egon excused himself before rushing out of the lab door.

Still slightly dazed by the slime, you saw he had left his clipboard. You lifted your chin off the table and leaned over to see what it said.

When slime is applied to the subject, she seems to be euphoric and blithe. May come in handy with enraged manifestations.

The Plasma Distribution System or more preferably, Slime Blower project I and Dr. Raymond Stantz have hypothesized may start production soon.

  Positively charged Psychomagnotheric slime is harmless.

Although, below his hasty writing was something more surprising.

It was you and him, he had drawn you and him holding hands. The drawing was once again, hastily made but it was still impressive. It seems that he drew himself quite carelessly but the drawing of you.. it was beautiful. There were several erased lines to make sure he captured your beauty perfectly.

The knotting in your stomach made itself apparent as you continued to peer at the wonderful drawing of you two. The slime bubbles even more and started to overflow onto the table.

But the creaking of the lab's door made you rip your eyes away from the clipboard as Egon stepped back in, a towel in hand. You didn't dare look at him, your flushed face would've revealed everything.

"Okay, here you go Y/N. Sorry, it took me so long, Zeddemore and Venkman just got back from a bust." He mumbled, slightly wondering why you wouldn't look at him?

"Thank you, Egon," Your eyes trailed back to the clipboard, a smile remained on your face. Then taking the small towel from his grasp.

He watched you keep your eyes on something on the table, his eyes widened once again, but in pure horror.

He snatched the clipboard off the table ripping the paper out of the clasp, then shoved it into an overflowing drawer at his desk.

"I can explain.. I'm so sorry—" He scrambled to say, fiddling with his thumbs; too nervous to meet your gaze.

"Spengler," You cut him off, "It was an adorable drawing."