Weird concept, but since the mood slime from the sequel is sentient to some extent, I thought of this. As weird as it is, I like how it turned out. Yes, this is that one scene from the sequel. Don't ask for an origin thing for the relationship because I didn't think that far. I just came up with this as an idea.
As for how I'm feeling right now, obviously I posted the feedback chapter the other night and I kinda regret it like I knew I would. I know I didn't ask for requests, but I feel obligated to fulfill every single character you guys commented. I made a list for an unknown reason, so now I have that for an unknown advantage. I made this book because I wanted to share my stuff with you all again, but I feel obligated to post what you guys want for statistical reasons. I have to find a way to beat this feeling of pressure and self consciousness. I'm also kind of forcing myself to write this one for motivation reasons. I'm not out of motivation, I just need to give myself that little push. It's unfortunately an endless cycle of little pushes right now, though. God, what's wrong with me?
As for my followers who live in the targeted areas during Helene on the 26/27 like me, stay safe and I'm hoping for the best for all of you.
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-Reader's P.O.V.-
We all stood in front of the Statue of Liberty, looking up at the States' gift from France.
"Kind of makes you wonder, doesn't it?" Peter blurted.
"Wonder what?" Ray asked.
"Whether she's naked under that toga," Peter replied then looked at Ray. "She's French. You know that."
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I watched the Ghostbusters get everything set up inside the statue.
Egon adjusted a speaker. "Got it. Ready with the speakers, Ray. Slime blowers ready?"
"Okay. Internal audio set. Internal electric set," Ray mentioned.
"Slime blower primed and set," Winston said.
Peter leaned toward the slime blowers. "Ooh. Good slime. Good slime," he cooed then looked at Winston. "Winston, is our slime in a good mood tonight?"
"I hope so," Winston replied. "She's a lot bigger than a toaster."
"It's all yours, Venkman. Let's go," Egon said then handed Peter a microphone.
"Egon, I don't know if I can do this," I told my boyfriend.
"Try not to worry. The rest of the slime is already positively charged and once you're a part of it, you'll feel wonderful. We'll also have Jackie Wilson playing on a loop. Everything's going to be fine," he comforted me.
Ray and Winston slimed the interior as Egon and I spoke. Near the top, they left a spot for me.
"Ready, (Y/N)?" Ray asked then smiled. "You're the final piece."
Egon kissed the back of my hand. He would have gone for a full one if the guys weren't watching.
"Can you guys turn around for a bit, please?" I asked. The three complied.
I pressed my lips to Egon's. He cupped my cheek while kissing back. A positive jolt of electricity shot through me and down Egon's spine. We pulled back. I smiled sheepishly. "Sorry."
"Don't be. That felt nice," he smiled with sparkling eyes. "Get into position. Everything's going to work."
I gave him one last peck on the lips before jumping and sticking to the bare spot. I lost my human shape and became part of the rest of the slime.
Egon joined the trio. "It's getting late. Let's go, Venkman."
"Here's a little something off the request line from Liberty Island," Peter spoke into the microphone. "We're gonna squeeze some New Year's juice from ya, Big Apple!"
Peter pressed a button on the Walkman that was connected to the speakers throughout the Statue. "(Your Love Has Lifted Me) Higher and Higher" by Jackie Wilson started playing. I felt the slime react positively. Energy surged throughout the Statue. I felt myself beginning to bring Lady Liberty to life.
The fun started when the fake torch exploded into real flames. The Statue broke free from the foundation and began its watery trek to the mainland.
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A police escort led us to Fifth Avenue toward the Manhattan Museum of Art. People were giving off more positive energy than I'd ever felt before.
"Your love... has lifted me higher!" Peter sang horribly.
The Statue walked past the Trump tower.
"We're running out of time, Ray," Egon mentioned.
"Can't she go any faster?" Winston asked.
"I'm afraid the vibrations would shake her to pieces. We should have padded her feet," Ray explained.
"I don't think they make Nikes in her size, Ray," Egon deadpanned.
"Ah, don't worry, she's tough," Peter said. "She's a harbor chick!"
The Statue proceeded to step on a squad car, leaving it destroyed.
"Sorry!" Ray yelled. "My fault!"
We got to the Manhattan Museum of Art. I knew what to do.
"You got this, (Y/N)!" Ray yelled.
"C'mon, baby!I love it when you roughhouse!" Peter shouted.
"Hit it, Mama!" Egon screamed.
"Go! Do it now!" Winston urged.
I made the Statue slam the torch against the skylight. The shattering sound of broken glass was heard.
"Do I stay?" I asked.
"There's enough slime to gently drop her," Ray said. "C'mon, (Y/N)."
I became human shaped and jumped off the wall. Egon caught me. He smiled. "You did just as excellent as I thought you would."
I kissed his cheek. "Thanks, Egon."
"Get on my back. We're going down," he instructed.
I climbed onto his back and clung to him like a koala. The guys then rappelled into the museum.
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As always, embrace your weirdness and I'll see you in the next one shot.
- The Self Shipping Weirdo
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