𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 /// 𝙿𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚋𝚎 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝙰 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

"𝚂𝚑𝚎, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖."

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It was quarter past seven when the alarm rang in the firehouse. Y/n heard it faintly from her apartment, lazing on the small living room couch while the television played idly in the background. She had been thinking. Not about anything in particular, but her mind had wandered to some other dimension that it liked better than this one. Ettie had a habit of returning from whatever errands she was running in the small hours of the morning or late into the night. Considering the Paranormal Research Facility, it was more likely to be five at the latest.

The alarm had snapped Y/n out of her trance, noticing that she'd at some point crossed into the next season of Supernatural, and the Ecto-1 pulled out of the garage shortly after. She hated feeling helpless and small, she hated being benched and knowing that there really was little she could do about it. A benching order from the mayor was a benching order from the mayor, no matter how much of a moron he was. Besides, you gotta admit that there's probably gonna be a lot of people on his side considering the whole "minor" and "child labor" thing. She and Phoebe were lucky Peck hadn't decided to give CPS a ring.

She didn't feel anything more than a dull ache, so the bust must've been on the other side of the city or something. They really had to think about expanding the business, she thought, hire more people and spread out more evenly among the boroughs.

Her phone on the coffee table vibrated, alerting her that someone was calling. With an annoyed huff, Y/n took a throw pillow and buried her face into it, trying to snuff out the sound of the phone humming against the wood. After a few rings it stopped, but then it started up again. They were persistent. Y/n was sure that it was probably her grandma, letting her know some early time she'd be back. It's almost as if Ettie's out of the house more since they moved to New York. Well maybe if she'd stop being so spontaneous and actually be more grounded for once, maybe Y/n wouldn't feel a constant urge to violently trash their apartment-

Oh. It's just Phoebe.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and picked up the phone, pressing the answer button. "Hey, Phoebs. You okay?"

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Ten minutes later, she was suiting up. Phoebe had picked up a call almost instantaneously after the others had left on their job about a ghost in a diner. The lady on the other line seemed more annoyed than scared, so they assumed that it was probably some vapor or manifestation. They also decided to let their friend in on the bust.

"Yeah?" came Podcast's over the phone after picking up.

"Hey man, you busy?" Y/n asked, zipping up her jumpsuit.

"No...?"

"Great. How'd you like to go on a job with us?"

There was a moment of confused silence over the line. "Huh? Wait, like an actual job? But I thought you were benched."

Phoebe peered over Y/n's shoulder and answered him. "We are. But the adults," she said that word like it was bitter on her tongue, "are out on a bust and we just got a call about a ghost in a diner. We can't just leave them with it, so we're heading over to take care of it real quick. Are you in or out?"