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The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and the Ghostbusters explore The Haunted Mansion

If one team is exciting, why not two.

Leonardo: "Alright, guys, we're approaching the mansion. Keep your eyes peeled for any signs of spectral activity."

Michelangelo: "Oh, man, this place looks like it's straight out of a spooky cartoon! Can we keep the lights on?"

Donatello: "Don't worry, Mikey. This is gonna be fun."

Raphael: "Yeah, 'cause we're totally in a cartoon right now, with a bunch of ghosts to bust."

Dr. Peter Venkman: "Well, well, well, what do we have here? A quartet of teenage turtles with a penchant for the paranormal. Welcome to the club."

Leonardo: "We're here to help, not to cause trouble."

Dr. Ray Stantz: "With a mansion that looks like it's seen better centuries, I'd say you're in the right place."

Michelangelo: "Whoa, cool! Are we gonna get to meet some actual ghosts?"

Dr. Egon Spengler: "Michelangelo, please. We must remain focused. This is a serious scientific endeavor."

Leonardo: "We're all on the same page, Ghostbusters. Let's do this."

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and the Ghostbusters approached the imposing Gracey Mansion, its Gothic Revival Pointed-style architecture looming over them like a silent sentinel. The mansion, a mirror image of the Joel Rathbone mansion they had all heard of, stood tall and eerie in the fading light, its turrets and pointed arches casting long shadows across the lawn. The turtles, armed with their signature weapons, exchanged nervous glances, while the Ghostbusters readied their proton packs. Winston Zeddemore, ever the pragmatist, whispered a quiet prayer under his breath. As they drew closer, the creaks and groans of the ancient building seemed to resonate with an unseen energy, hinting at the secrets it held within. The air grew colder, and a sudden gust of wind sent leaves swirling around them, as if the mansion itself were whispering a warning.

Leonardo: "This place definitely has a… certain charm to it."

Michelangelo: "Charm? More like it's got a 'Boo!' to it!"

Dr. Venkman: "Looks like we've got a real haunted house on our hands, turtles. Let's hope it's not too much for you."

Donatello: "Don't worry, Doc. We've faced Kraang and Shredder. We can handle a few floating busts."

As they ventured deeper into the gardens, the busts of the murderous family members seemed to follow their gaze with cold, unblinking eyes. The haunting melody from the crypt of Prudence Pock filled the air, setting an eerie tone as the words "Dearly Beloved" inscribed on her tomb began to glow. Meanwhile, the crypt of Captain Culpepper Clyne burbled with water, hinting at the restless spirit within. The turtles and Ghostbusters approached the servant's entrance, the heavy wooden door creaking open as if beckoning them to step into the unknown. With a collective deep breath, they entered the mansion, ready to face whatever spectral challenges lay ahead.

Leonardo: "Guys, stay sharp. We don't know what kind of… ghosts we're dealing with here."

Michelangelo: "Dude, seriously? You had to say that with the organ playing? Now I'm totally spooked."

The turtles and Ghostbusters stepped into the foyer, their footsteps echoing off the marble floor. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows across the walls, and the portrait above the fireplace seemed to follow their movements with the lifelike gaze of its subject. The organ music grew louder, the mournful tune of "Grim Grinning Ghosts" setting their nerves on edge. Dr. Venkman leaned against the wall, casually scanning the room with his P.K.E. meter.

Dr. Venkman: "Interesting choice of tune for an intro. Sets the mood, doesn't it?"

Raphael: "Very funny, Doc. This isn't a movie set, it's a real haunted house."

Dr. Stantz: "Look at that painting, guys. It's like he's watching us."

Donatello: "It's probably just a trick of the light, but I'll check it out."

Winston: "Alright, let's stick together. We don't know what kind of spirits we're dealing with here."

The group moved cautiously through the foyer, the portrait's eyes seemingly tracking their every move. The air grew colder, and the scent of dust and decay filled their nostrils.

Ghost Host (offscreen): "When hinges creak in doorless chambers. When strange and frightening sounds echo through the halls. Whenever candlelights flicker when the air is deathly still… That is the time when ghosts are present, practicing their terror with ghoulish delight."

Leonardo: "Who… who said that?"

The picture above the fireplace began to shift and distort before their very eyes, the handsome young man morphing into a gruesome, decaying corpse. The turtles and Ghostbusters watched in horror as the portrait's transformation unfolded, the skin peeling away to reveal the skeletal structure beneath. With a final, chilling cackle, the portrait's eyes locked onto them, and the wall beside it creaked open, revealing an octagonal chamber.

Michelangelo: "Whoa, that's not cool, man! Whose house is this, and why do they have a 'How to Make Friends and Influence People' poster?"

Leonardo: "Looks like we're not in for a typical theme park experience."

Dr. Venkman: "Ah, yes, the classic 'Welcome to the Haunted House' routine. Let's just keep moving, shall we?"

As they entered the octagonal chamber, the four paintings came to life, their subjects stepping out of their frames to greet the group. The bearded gentleman cleared his throat, the young lady curtsied, the old woman offered a chilling smile, and the man in the bowler hat tipped his hat. Their eyes glowed with an eerie light, and the room grew colder still.

Michelangelo: "Wow, talk about jumping out of the frame! Hello, folks!"

Dr. Spengler: "These are not your average haunts. The energy here is… concentrated."

Ghost Host (offscreen): "Welcome, foolish mortals, to the Haunted Mansion. I am your host, your Ghost Host. Our tour begins here in this gallery. Here, where you see paintings of some of our guests as they appeared in their corruptible, mortal state. Kindly step all the way in please, and make room for everyone. There’s no turning back now."

Michelangelo: "Whoa, these paintings are like a ghost's worst nightmare on a bad hair day!"

Leonardo: "Everyone, focus! We need to keep moving and find the source of this spectral energy."

As the doors behind them slammed shut with a resounding finality, the room began to stretch before their eyes. The walls extended upwards, pulling the ceiling out of reach as the paintings grew taller. The bearded gentleman's legs stretched comically, revealing a precarious situation with dynamite below his waist. The lady's graceful pose shifted to one of panic as the tightrope she balanced on grew thinner, the alligator's jaws gaping wider. The old woman's smile turned sinister, her husband's stone bust grimacing with the hatchet in his head, and the bowler-hatted man's expression grew grim as the man beneath him began to sink into the quicksand.

Dr. Stantz: "Look at this! It's like a macabre game of 'Where's Waldo?' with everyone in a pickle!"

Raphael: "I don't like the look of this place. It's like we're in some kind of twisted funhouse."

Winston: "I'm just here for the overtime, remember?"

Ghost Host (offscreen): "Your cadaverous pallor betrays an aura of foreboding, almost as though you sense a disquieting metamorphosis. Is this haunted room actually stretching? Or is it your imagination — hmm? And consider this dismaying observation, This chamber has no windows and no doors… which offers you this chilling challenge: to find a way out!"

The Ghost Host unleashed a bone chilling laugh which reverberated throughout the room. Our heroes had all eyes glued to the ceiling.

Ghost Host (offscreen): Of course, there's always my way.

Suddenly, the lights go out and lightning flashes above. The ceiling vanishes and gives a view of the mansion's cupola, where the skeletal corpse of the Ghost Host sways from a noose tied to the rafters. After a few seconds, the room becomes pitch black and a dreadful scream is heard (making our heroes scream too), followed by the sound of bones shattering. Just as suddenly as it had begun, the horror ended, and the lights flickered back on. They blinked in the sudden brightness, their eyes adjusting to find that the skeletal corpse was gone, and in its place, a wall had slid open, revealing a hidden passage.

Ghost Host (offscreen): "Oh, I didn’t mean to frighten you prematurely. The real chills come later. Now, as they say, ‘look alive,’ and we’ll continue our little tour. And let’s all stay together, please."

Leonardo: "Alright, let's keep moving. Stick together and stay on your guard."

The group proceeded down the dimly lit hallway, their footsteps echoing through the corridor. The walls were adorned with more ghostly portraits, their subjects' expressions ranging from surprised to sinister. The air grew colder, and the flickering candles cast eerie shadows that danced along the floor. The sound of distant whispers and chains rattling grew louder as they approached the end of the hall.

The queue for the Doom Buggies came into view, the vehicles seemingly abandoned in a line, as if the previous visitors had left in a hurry.

Ghost Host (offscreen): "And now, a carriage approaches to carry you into the boundless realm of the supernatural. Once on board, remain safely seated with your hands, arms, feet, and legs inside. And watch your children, please."

Michelangelo: "Dude, check out those sweet little cars?"

Dr. Venkman: "Doom Buggies, Michelangelo. The preferred mode of transportation for the afterlife."

Donatello: "They're actually designed to enhance the experience. The trackless ride system allows for a more… immersive experience."

Raphael: "This place is giving me the creeps. Are we sure this is part of the ride?"

Winston: "No, it's definitely part of the ride. But I've got a feeling we're about to find out if it's all fun and games."

Leonardo and Winston cautiously boarded the lead Doom Buggy, their eyes scanning the shadowy path ahead. Michelangelo eagerly hopped into the next one with Dr. Stantz, his nunchucks at the ready. Donatello and Dr. Spengler climbed into the third, with Donatello already inspecting the vehicle's mechanics with curiosity. Raphael, not one to be outdone, jumped into the last Doom Buggy with Dr. Venkman, who was still adjusting his proton pack with a smirk.

Leonardo: "Everyone set?"

Michelangelo: "This is gonna be a wild ride!"

Dr. Stantz: "Remember, stay calm and enjoy the scenery."

Donatello: "You think we might encounter any… unscheduled stops?"

Dr. Spengler: "We might, Donatello. Our instruments indicate significant paranormal activity in this area."

With a sudden jolt, the Doom Buggies lurched forward, sending the group into the heart of the attraction.

Ghost Host (offscreen): "Do not pull down on the safety bar, please. I will lower it for you. And heed this warning: the spirits will materialize only if you remain quietly seated at all times."

The safety bar is lowered keeping them in place.

Leonardo: "Hold on tight, everyone! This is definitely not your average ride."

Michelangelo: "Whoa, check out the decor! They really went all out for the 'haunted' theme."

Raphael: "Yeah, it's like we're in a painting that's trying to jump out at us."

As the Doom Buggies descended into the stairwell, the flickering candelabra cast an eerie glow on the turtles and Ghostbusters. The candles' flames grew tall and menacing, their shadows dancing like ghosts in the dark. With each jolting step down, the tension grew tauter. The staircase led them into a hallway where the paintings on the right began to shift with the strobe of lightning outside. The serene scene of the woman lounging transformed into a snarling tiger, the tranquil sloop into a raging ghost ship, the knight into a skeletal rider, and the classical beauty into the petrifying Medusa herself. The Ghostbusters and turtles stared in amazement, their hearts racing as the paintings' eyes followed them through the corridor.

Dr. Venkman: "Now, that's what I call an unexpected twist."

Donatello: "The technology here is… it's incredible! But we need to keep our focus. There's something more going on here than just special effects."

Ghost Host (offscreen): "Oh yes, and no flash pictures, please. We spirits are frightfully sensitive to bright lights."

Leonardo: "Guys, keep your eyes open. The activity here is definitely not standard park fare."

Michelangelo: "Oh, cool! A library! Maybe we can borrow some books for bedtime stories."

Raphael: "This place gives me the heebie-jeebies. It's like someone forgot to tell the ghosts it's not actually haunted."

Dr. Venkman: "Looks like the local librarian had a ghostly meltdown."

Leonardo's gaze darted around the room, his katanas at the ready. The books on the shelves fluttered open and closed, their pages rustling with the whispers of the long-departed. The rocking chair's motion grew more erratic, as if something was trying to escape its confines. A marble bust's head turned sharply towards them, its eyes following their every move. The turtles and Ghostbusters exchanged uneasy glances, the hairs on the backs of their necks standing on end.

Ghost Host (offscreen): “Our library is well stocked with priceless first editions, only ghost stories, of course, and marble busts of the greatest ghost writers the literary world has ever known."

Leaving the unsettling library behind, the turtles and Ghostbusters entered the Music Room, where an invisible pianist's hands danced over the piano keys, playing a haunting melody. The shadow of the ghostly performer stretched out before them, its silent presence a stark contrast to the tempestuous storm outside. Rain pelted the windows, the sound of thunder rumbling through the mansion's walls. Michelangelo leaned in closer to the piano, his eyes wide with wonder.

Michelangelo: "Wow, talk about a jam session! Who's playing?"

Dr. Venkman: "Looks like we've got ourselves a spectral maestro."

Raphael: "This is giving me flashbacks to 'Poltergeist'. We should probably keep moving."

Leonardo: "Agreed. We're not here for a concert."

Donatello: "But the skill… it's like nothing I've ever heard before."

Dr. Spengler: "Fascinating. The energy required to manipulate physical objects without a physical form is quite extraordinary."

The group continued through the room, the piano's chilling tune following them like a ghostly conga line. As they approached the conservatory, the sound of the storm grew more intense, melding with the music to create an eerie symphony that seemed to resonate within their very souls.

Ghost Host (offscreen): "They have all retired here, to the Haunted Mansion. Actually, we have 999 happy haunts here. But there’s room for 1,000. Any volunteers?"

Michelangelo: "I'll pass on that, thanks. I'm good with just being a specter in the audience. (His eyes widens with amazement) Dude, these stairs are tripping me out more than a pizza topped with magic mushrooms!"

Leonardo: "Stay focused, Mikey. We're not here to play games."

As the turtles and Ghostbusters cautiously descended the impossible staircase, the ghostly footprints grew clearer, as if the spirits of the mansion were leading them deeper into the abyss. The stairs twisted and turned, seemingly defying gravity as they switched between right-side up and upside down, leaving the group dizzy and disoriented. The turtles' shells clanked against the invisible steps, while the Ghostbusters had to lean into the turns to maintain their balance, their proton packs humming with anticipation.

Dr. Stantz: "Egon, do you have any idea how they're doing this?"

Dr. Spengler: "It's an optical illusion, combined with some ingenious engineering. The stairs are designed to appear as if they're changing direction, but they're actually following a consistent path."

Raphael: "Great, so we're not actually falling into a bottomless pit. That's reassuring."

Winston: "I'm just worried about what's waiting for us at the bottom."

The staircase spiraled downward, the walls around them adorned with more unsettling portraits that twisted and morphed as they passed. The turtles and Ghostbusters could feel the pressure of unseen eyes upon them, the weight of the mansion's dark history pressing down like a heavy shroud.

Ghost Host (offscreen): "Well, if you should decide to join us, final arrangements may be made at the end of the tour. A charming "ghostess" will be on hand to take your application."

Leonardo: "Guys, keep your eyes peeled for anything out of the ordinary."

Michelangelo: "Like, aside from the fact that we're riding in a car through a haunted mansion?"

The Doom Buggies lurched to a stop, and the lights flickered out. For a brief moment, the only illumination came from the glowing eyes of the turtles and the occasional pulse of a proton pack. Then, as if by some unseen hand, the eyes grew and multiplied, coalescing into the intricate pattern on the wallpaper. The once-ordinary room now teemed with a sea of malevolent, blinking orbs, watching their every move with an eerie, silent curiosity.

Michelangelo: "Whoa, that's… not what I was expecting from wallpaper."

Raphael: "You know what? Maybe I'm okay with the lights off."

The group tensed, the air thick with anticipation. They knew that in the world of the supernatural, appearances could be deceiving, and that the true horror might be lurking just beyond the veil of darkness. With a collective nod, they prepared themselves for whatever lay ahead.

Ghost Host (offscreen): "We find it delightfully unlivable here in this ghostly retreat. Every room has wall-to-wall creeps, and hot and cold running chills."

The Doom Buggies glided through the darkened mansion, coming to a halt before a second-floor passageway that stretched into infinity. A single candelabra levitated in the center, casting a feeble light that did little to alleviate the sense of foreboding that clung to the walls. To their left, a suit of armor stood sentinel, its metallic joints creaking almost imperceptibly as if it had just stepped out of a nightmare. On the right, an armchair with a chillingly lifelike face seemingly watched them, its eyes following their every move.

Leonardo: "Stay alert. This place is full of surprises."

Michelangelo: "It's like a never-ending hallway of doom! Or… you know, just really long."

Dr. Venkman: "I've got a bad feeling about this."

Ghost Host (offscreen): "Shhh, listen!"

(A howling is heard)

Winston: "What the hell was that? Sounds like a banshee."

Dr. Stantz: "But Winston, this place doesn't exhibit any Irish heritage."

Dr. Spengler: "Probably a Dutch heritage."

Michelangelo: "Whoa, Mikey! Did you see that bird? It's like it's telling us to turn back!"

Leonardo: "Stay focused. That's just part of the show."

The Doom Buggies rolled past the conservatory, the misty gloom outside giving way to an even more unsettling sight within. The room was overrun with decayed plants, their vines and tendrils wrapping around the walls and ceiling, creating a tangled web of death and decay. A raven, seemingly unfazed by the presence of the visitors, cawed ominously from its perch atop a stand adorned with a funeral wreath that had seen better days. In the center of the room, a coffin, its lid adorned with a brass plate that read "Master Gracey," began to shake as skeletal hands pushed against the wood, desperately trying to escape. The sound of nails scraping against the inside of the coffin sent chills down their spines.

Michelangelo: "Oh, man, I don't know if I can handle this. It's like someone's trying to turn my insides into a popsicle!"

Dr. Venkman: "Just remember, it's all for fun, Michelangelo. Nothing here can hurt you."

Raphael: "Yeah, unless it's a real ghost trying to escape. Then we might have a problem."

The turtles and Ghostbusters exchanged nervous glances, their bravado momentarily forgotten as the reality of their situation began to sink in. The mansion's walls held secrets they hadn't anticipated, and it was clear that this was no ordinary theme park ride. The coffin's occupant grew more insistent, the lid inching open with each panicked cry of "Let me out!" The raven's eyes glowed red in the dim light, and the plants around them seemed to pulse with a sinister life of their own.

Leonardo: "We need to keep moving. Whatever is happening here, we can't let it distract us from our mission."

Michelangelo: "But Leo, what if he's a friendly ghost who just wants some company?"

All: NO!

The turtles and Ghostbusters held their breath as the Doom Buggy glided backward down the corridor of despair. The doors around them seemed alive with malevolent intent, their wood groaning and contorting as if something monstrous was trying to break free. The piercing cacophony grew louder, the sounds of tortured souls trapped within the mansion's eternal nightmare.

Michelangelo: "Whoa, this is like a ghostly game of 'whack-a-mole' with doors!"

Dr. Venkman: "I wouldn't recommend touching them if I were you."

As they approached the grandfather clock, the very air felt charged with an unnatural energy. The clock's hands spun madly in reverse, the chime of 13 striking a dissonant note that echoed through the hallway. The shadow of a clawed hand swept over the clock face, sending a shiver down their spines. The group braced themselves, knowing that whatever was waiting for them in the next room, it was going to be anything but a friendly game of hide and seek.

The Doom Buggies shuddered to a stop in the dimly lit Séance Circle, the air thick with the scent of incense and the hum of arcane energy. Above them, the crystal ball flickered to life, revealing the ghostly visage of Madame Leota, her eyes locked onto each of them with a knowing gaze.

Madame Leota: "Serpents and spiders, tail of a rat, call in the spirits, wherever they're at! Rap on a table — it's time to respond. Send us a message from somewhere beyond…Goblins and ghoulies from last Halloween, awaken the spirits with your tambourine! Creepies and crawlies, toads in a pond, let there be music from regions beyond! Wizards and witches, wherever you dwell, give us a hint, by ringing a bell!"

Michelangelo: "Is she, like, trying to start a ghostly conga line?"

Leonardo: "Mikey, stay focused. This is serious."

The room grew colder, and the sound of a distant bell tolling filled their ears. The turtles and Ghostbusters could feel the spirits stirring around them, their presence palpable and unsettling. The raven on the chair cawed again, its eyes flashing red in the flickering candlelight.

Raphael: "What's with that bird? It's giving me the creeps."

Winston: "It's all part of the show, guys. Just keep your cool."

Ghost Host (offscreen): "The happy haunts have received your sympathetic vibrations and are beginning to materialize. They’re assembling for a swinging wake, and they’ll be expecting me… I’ll see you all a little later."

Michelangelo: "Oh, wow! This is like the coolest ghost party ever!"

Leonardo: "Let's not get too excited, Mikey. We're here for a reason."

The Ghostbusters and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles gazed over the railing of the balcony, taking in the surreal scene below. The air was alive with the energy of the spectral soiree, the laughter of invisible guests and the clinking of unseen glasses creating an eerie symphony of celebration. The orange-haired ghost's perpetual birthday bash was in full swing, the tableau of phantoms vanishing and reappearing in a dance of deathly delight. The old woman in the rocking chair offered a knowing smile as she faded away and reemerged, seemingly enjoying the bewilderment of the newcomers. Meanwhile, the hearse outside discharged a procession of spectral partygoers, their tattered finery fluttering in the breeze as they joined the festivities.

Raphael: "Those dudes look like they've got beef that's centuries old."

Dr. Spengler: "Ah, the duelists. A classic example of unresolved human conflict manifesting in the spirit realm."

The duelists' pistols fired in a silent ballet of rage, their bullets passing through each other without harm. The turtles watched in awe as the cloaked phantoms fluttered through the windows, the storm outside seemingly fueling their macabre waltz.

Michelangelo: "Who's that guy on the chandeliers? He's got moves!"

Dr. Venkman: "That's Pickwick, a regular here. Quite the social butterfly, or should I say, social ghost?"

Michelangelo: "He's grooving harder than Splinter at a disco party!"

Their conversation was punctuated by the mournful notes of "Grim Grinning Ghosts," the organ's melody weaving through the air as the tiny spirits played peekaboo from the organ pipes.

Leonardo: "This is… disturbing. But also kind of fascinating."

Dr. Stantz: "Remember, guys, we're not here to crash the party. We've got a job to do."

The group nodded solemnly, understanding that amidst the ghostly revelry, their mission remained unchanged. They had to find the source of the disturbance and restore peace to the Haunted Mansion. With renewed determination, they turned away from the spectacle, preparing themselves for the challenges that lay ahead in the heart of the supernatural shindig.

Dr. Spengler: The source of the disturbance is coming from the attic. Let's keep moving.

Leaving the Grand Hall, the turtles and Ghostbusters entered the dusty, cluttered attic, the cobwebs stretching like gossamer veils in the flickering light. The sinister piano rendition of "The Wedding March" grew louder, the beating heart thumping in time with their own racing ones. The eerie wedding decorations surrounded them, each painting telling a twisted tale of love lost to the ravages of time and madness. The grooms' heads in the portraits vanished and reappeared, as if playing a macabre game of peekaboo. The tension grew as they approached the piano, the shadowy figure playing with an unseen hand casting an eerie pall over the room. The sudden appearance of Constance Hatchaway, the ghost bride, sent a chill down their spines. She held the spectral hatchet with a gleeful smirk, her eyes glinting with mischief as she recited the dark twist on traditional vows.

Constance Hatchaway: "In sickness and in wealth. You may now kiss the bride. We’ll live happily ever after. Till death do us part. Here comes the bride. As long as we both shall live. For better or for worse. I do. I did."

Her laughter echoed through the attic, sending a shiver through the air.

Leonardo: "We need to find out what's causing all this chaos!"

Dr. Spengler: "It appears to be coming from this… ghostly bride."

Michelangelo: "Whoa, she's got a bit of a mean streak!"

The Ghostbusters took aim at the spectral bride, their proton streams intersecting in a dazzling display of green light. The turtles watched in amazement as Constance's form writhed and contorted, struggling against the unseen bonds that held her. Michelangelo gasped as an elderly figure in a cloak and top hat, his eyes gleaming with mischief, materialized out of the shadows.

The ghostly figure pulled a head from his hatbox and sent it hurtling towards them.

The head collided with Leonardo, knocking him and the others off their feet. The Doom Buggies jolted, throwing the group into momentary disarray.

Michelangelo: "Whoa, that was a surprise party popper!"

Raphael: "Not cool, dude! This isn't a party, it's a ghost hunt!"

The ghostly man cackled, his hat flying off to reveal a grinning visage. The room grew colder, the air crackling with energy. The turtles and Ghostbusters scrambled to their feet, their eyes locked on the spectral figure.

Dr. Stantz: I know that guy, that's Alistair Crump.

All: WHO?!

Dr. Stantz: Alistair Crump. A murderous tycoon obsessed with the occult who was assassinated by his much-abused staff, but not before he vowed revenge. After he began gathering power in the netherworld, Crump took over Gracey Manor after being unwittingly summoned there by Edward Gracey and Madame Leota. Now, he seeks to collect one thousand souls to gain ultimate power and escape from the mansion in order to make his plot for revenge against the living world a reality.

Dr. Spengler: I never saw him in Tobin Spirit Guide.

Dr. Stantz: He never was mentioned. Not even in the revised edition.

Dr. Venkman: So how do we stop him.

Leonardo: "Alright, Ghostbusters, what's the plan?"

Dr. Venkman: "Well, we've got to split up. We can't let Crump get his hands on any more souls."

Dr. Stantz: "I'll take Constance with Egon. We've got to entrap her before she causes any more trouble."

Dr. Spengler: "Agreed. I've studied the lore surrounding this mansion, and her power seems to be tied to the wedding ceremony."

Winston: "And Peter and I will handle Crump. We've dealt with big, bad spirits before."

Leonardo: "Guys, we need a distraction. Something to lure Constance and Crump out in the open."

The Ghostbusters and The Turtles all look at Michaelangelo.

Michelangelo: "You're not suggesting what I think you're suggesting, are you?"

Leonardo: "We need live bait, Mikey. You're the most… approachable."

Michelangelo: "What? Me? But I'm the cute one! The friendly one!"

Raphael: "You're also the one who's not afraid to talk to anything, even if it's a floating head."

Donatello: "He's got a point, Mikey. You're our best shot at getting their attention."

Michelangelo: "But what if they don't like me?"

Dr. Venkman: "Trust me, kid. In the world of the supernatural, everyone loves a good party trick."

Michelangelo gulped, trying to keep his cool as he played the role of bait.

Michelangelo: "Hey, guys! What's shakin'?"

The spectral figures of Constance and Alistair Crump turned towards him, their glowing eyes narrowing. They began to glide closer, their movements as smooth as mist through the cluttered attic. The turtle's heart raced as he tried to remember every ghostbusting tip he'd ever heard. He had to keep them focused on him, even if it meant channeling his inner Michelangelo-style charm.

Leonardo: "Mikey, keep them busy! We've got this."

Michelangelo: "Don't worry, Leo! I'm the ultimate party starter!"

Michelangelo began juggling a few random objects he found in the attic, his nunchucks spinning alongside the antique knick-knacks. The ghosts hovered closer, seemingly intrigued by the turtle's antics. The air grew colder, the shadows deeper, but Michelangelo's fear was now replaced with a strange kind of excitement. This was his moment to shine, to show everyone that he could be more than just the joker of the group. The Ghostbusters watched with a mix of admiration and anxiety as Michelangelo's performance grew more daring, his nunchucks glowing with a faint spectral light.

Constance and Crump drifted closer, their eyes locked on the spinning pizza-loving turtle. The tension grew as the Ghostbusters readied their proton streams, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

Michelangelo's heart pounded in his chest as the spectral figures of Constance and Alistair Crump closed in, their glowing eyes transfixed by his juggling. Despite his fear, he knew he had to keep their attention.

Michelangelo: "Okay, okay, I've had enough of this spooky circus act! Can you guys bust these creeps already?"

He continues to babble urging the guys to finally get them already until finally he can't take it anymore and lets out a yelp. Egon and Ray pop out and fire a proton stream at Constance and Peter and Winston fire a proton beam at Crump. Both ghosts writhing and screeching, trying to escape.

Winston: "Leo, grab the trap from my belt! Quick!"

Leonardo: "On it!"

Leo swiftly unhooked the ghost trap from Winston's utility belt, his eyes never leaving the writhing forms of Constance and Crump. The proton streams held them in place, their spectral forms struggling against the unyielding beams of energy. Leo throws it underneath the two ghosts.

Winston's foot slammed down on the pedal with a decisive thud. The ghost trap beneath Constance and Crump sprang open, revealing a swirling vortex of ectoplasmic light. The duo's cries of outrage were cut short as the second pedal was struck. A burst of energy shot forth from the trap, enveloping the ghosts in a shimmering embrace. They were drawn inexorably towards the opening, their forms wriggling and contorting as they were sucked into the containment device. With a final snap, the trap's jaws closed, and the room fell silent except for the fading echo of their enraged howls. The turtles and Ghostbusters let out a collective sigh of relief, their eyes locked on the quivering trap in Winston's firm grip.

Winston: "Got'em!"

Michelangelo: "Whew! That was… intense. But also kinda cool?"

Dr. Spengler: "It seems we've contained the main source of the disturbance."

The tension in the room dissipated as the Ghostbusters and turtles shared a moment of victory.

The Doombuggies lurched to a halt at the attic window, and the turtles and Ghostbusters braced themselves for the plunge into the night. The wind howled through the tree branches as they plummeted downward, the raven cawing ominously as it watched their descent. As they reached the ground, the world outside the mansion had transformed into a whimsical graveyard soirée, with spirits of all shapes and sizes cavorting among the tombstones. The caretaker and his dog stood frozen, their eyes wide with terror at the supernatural spectacle unfolding before them. The turtles and Ghostbusters couldn't help but share a grin at the absurdity of it all, even as they remained on high alert. The music grew louder, a cacophony of instruments and laughter that seemed to emanate from the very earth itself. The five phantoms on the left, known as the Dapper Dancing Ghosts, played a merry tune, their ethereal notes bouncing off the ancient headstones. A king and queen held court on a seesaw, their ghostly forms balancing precariously as they sipped tea. The skeletal wolf's howl pierced the air, a haunting counterpoint to the revelry. On the right, the Singing Busts serenaded them with a harmony that was at once beautiful and unnerving. The graveyard was alive with the dead, each spirit contributing to the symphony of the night. The turtles and Ghostbusters exchanged glances, their determination unwavering amidst the ghostly orchestra.

Michelangelo: "This is like the coolest flash mob ever!"

Dr. Venkman: "Remember, guys, we're not here for the entertainment. We've got to keep moving."

Leonardo: "Right, the mausoleum. That's where we need to go."

The raven on the mausoleum door cackled and took flight, leading them into the shadowy maw of the tomb. As they entered, the music grew softer, the laughter of the spirits fading into whispers. The air grew colder, heavier with the weight of ancient secrets and the echoes of long-forgotten lives.

Ghost Host (offscreen): "Ah, there you are! And just in time… there’s a little matter I forgot to mention. Beware of Hitchhiking Ghosts!"

Michelangelo: "Oh, man, we've got ghostly passengers!"

The Doom Buggy shuddered as the three Hitchhiking Ghosts, a Traveler, a Skeleton, and a Prisoner, materialized in the mirrors beside them. Their spectral forms grinned maniacally, their eyes glinting with mischief.

Leonardo: "Stay calm, guys. They're just trying to scare us."

Donatello: "But it's working!"

Raphael: "Keep your eyes on the road, Mikey. We don't need any extra distractions."

Michelangelo: "Easy for you to say, Raph. You're not the one driving through a ghost party."

Their Doom Buggy rumbled forward, passing through the wall of mirrors. The Hitchhikers' reflections grew clearer, their forms seemingly becoming more corporeal with each passing second. The Ghostbusters tightened their grips on their proton packs, ready to intervene if the spirits tried anything funny.

Dr. Venkman: "Looks like we've got some uninvited guests."

The turtles and Ghostbusters exchanged tense glances as the Hitchhikers leaned in closer, their ghostly fingers reaching out as if to touch the living. The reflection grew eerier as the mirrors warped and twisted, creating a kaleidoscope of nightmarish images that made it difficult to discern what was real and what was merely a figment of their overactive imaginations. The Hitchhikers' laughter grew louder, echoing through the cavernous space.

Michelangelo: "Hey, buddy! Keep your hands to yourself!"

The skeletal figure in the mirror chuckled, its hand passing right through Michelangelo's shoulder without leaving a trace. The turtle shivered, the coldness of the spirit's touch lingering on his skin.

Leonardo: "We need to keep moving. We're not stopping for anyone."

Ghost Host (offscreen): "They have selected you to fill our quota, and they’ll haunt you until you return!"

Little Leota's ghostly form flickered into view, her eerie laughter filling the crypt. The turtles and Ghostbusters stared in amazement at the tiny spectral figure standing before them.

Little Leota: "Hurry back. Be sure to bring your death certificate, if you decide to join us. Make final arrangements now! We've been dying… to have you…"

Michelangelo: "Whoa, she's got quite the cheeky attitude for someone so… small."

The Ghostbusters nodded in agreement.

Ghost Host: (offscreen): "Now I will raise the safety bar, and a ghost will follow you home!"

The Doom Buggy's safety bar lifted with a metallic clank, and the group reluctantly disembarked, their eyes still fixed on the ghostly apparitions that surrounded them. Dr. Venkman gathered everyone into a huddle.

Dr. Venkman: "Look, guys, I've got a hunch that Constance and Crump were the big bads here. The rest of these ghosts are just… well, they're part of the decor. What's the Haunted Mansion without a few spooks, right?"

Leonardo: "You're saying we should leave the other ghosts be?"

Dr. Venkman: "Yeah, unless they start throwing paranormal parties in the middle of the day or something. But for now, let's just keep it cool."

Dr. Stantz: "You know what, Egon? This place has got some serious spectral oomph. Maybe we should make this a regular spot for a… let's call it a 'routine spook check'."

Dr. Spengler: "Hmm, indeed. The mansion's unique blend of the supernatural and the entertaining could provide valuable data for our research. I concur, Ray."

Egon's eyes lit up with excitement behind his thick-rimmed glasses. The idea of returning to the Haunted Mansion wasn't just for the thrill of the hunt; it was an opportunity to study the interactions between the ghosts and the living, to understand the delicate balance between fear and wonder that made this place so intriguing.

Winston: "You're right. Two ghosts down, that's still a good day's work. Let's not push our luck with the rest of 'em."

Leonardo: "Agreed. We've done enough for one night."

Michelangelo: "I don't know about you, But I could go for a serious pizza."

Raphael: "You said it, brother."

Donatello: "Great! Let's go before we cause any… diplomatic incidents with the local spectral community."

The turtles and Ghostbusters shared a chuckle, their tension momentarily lifted by the absurdity of their situation. With a final nod from Leonardo, they turned their attention to the task at hand: securing the captured spirits and making their way out of the mansion. The partygoers of the afterlife watched them leave with a mix of curiosity and disappointment, their spectral forms fading back into the shadows of the Haunted Mansion. The turtles and Ghostbusters knew they had made a significant impact on the supernatural shenanigans within these walls, but the mansion's mysteries remained as deep and unyielding as ever. They had faced their fears and come out on top, but the Haunted Mansion had left its mark on them, a reminder that there was always more to explore in the realm of the unexplained.

As they stepped back into the warm embrace of the Florida night, the music and laughter of the graveyard faded behind them, leaving only the sound of their footsteps and the distant toll of the mansion's clock. The turtles and Ghostbusters knew that their paths would cross again, drawn together by the unseen forces that bound them to the battle against the paranormal. But for now, they had earned a well-deserved break from the spectral circus, their friendship stronger for the shared experience. They walked away from the mansion, the ghosts of their past adventures lingering in their minds, as they turned towards the promise of new battles and the warm glow of the Magic Kingdom, where the real magic was the bond they had formed fighting side by side.

Applause fills the air as the Ghostbusters and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles step out of the Haunted Mansion.

Dr. Spengler: (serious tone) "We've contained the spectral activity. The Magic Kingdom is safe once again."

Leonardo: (nods in agreement) "Good work, Ghostbusters. It's not every day we get to team up with experts in the paranormal."

Michelangelo: (excitedly) "Dude, that was gnarly!"

Raphael: (rolls eyes) "Now can we get some pizza before the next gig?"

Donatello: (looks around with curiosity) "Your ghostbusting technology here is quite… Fascinating."

Dr. Stantz: (smiles) "It's all in a day's work for us! But we've got to admit, you guys know a thing or two about dealing with the unexpected."

Dr. Venkman: (chuckles) "And we thought our job was weird. You guys take the cake… or should I say, the pizza?"

Winston: (laughs) "Alright, alright. Let's not forget we all had our fair share of surprises in there."

As the Ghostbusters and Turtles great the cheering crowd of onlookers, Suddenly, a quartet of unmistakable figures approached them through the dispersing crowd—Princess Cinderella, in her iconic blue gown, her eyes sparkling with curiosity; Aurora, with her graceful demeanor and gentle smile; Belle, the intellectual beauty in her yellow ballroom dress; and Tiana, the hardworking princess with a warm, welcoming air.

Cinderella: (giggles) "Oh my goodness, it's the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and the Ghostbusters!"

Aurora: (in awe) "What an extraordinary team-up! How did you come to work together?"

Belle: (curious) "Indeed, it seems a rather… unusual alliance. But quite effective, from what I've just witnessed."

Tiana: (smiling) "We've heard about your heroics. It's an honor to meet you all!"

Leonardo: (bows) "The pleasure is ours, Your Highnesses. We are but humble protectors of the realm."

Michelangelo: (grins) "And pizza aficionados. Did you guys know we're from New York? Best pizza ever, right?"

Princess Cinderella: (laughs) "Why, yes! I've heard wonderful things about New York. Perhaps one day we can all share a slice together?"

Princess Aurora: (nods) "It sounds delightful. But tell us, how do you manage to balance fighting ghosts and being… Ninja turtles?"

Belle: (smiling) "And what about you, Dr. Spengler? How do you reconcile your love for science with the supernatural?"

Dr. Spengler: (thoughtfully) "Well, the line between science and the paranormal isn't as clear-cut as one might think. Sometimes, the most rational explanations are the most extraordinary."

Dr. Venkman: (winks) "Plus, it's all about the busting. It makes us feel good."

Winston: (chuckles) "Couldn't have said it better myself."

The Turtles and Ghostbusters began to disperse to talk with the princesses. Egon and Donatello go with Princess Belle, Ray and Michaelangelo go with Cinderella, Peter and Raphael go with Aurora and Winston and Leonardo go with Tiana.

Egon shows Belle his Ghostbusting technology and Donatello shares his passion for science and technology drives him to find creative solutions to challenges.

Dr. Spengler: (proudly) "Belle, may I show you the P.K.E. meter? It's a device we use to detect the presence of ghosts."

Belle: (eyes lighting up) "Oh, how fascinating! I've read about such contraptions in my books, but to see it in action… It's like a page from a novel come to life!"

Donatello: (eagerly) "And check out my bo staff. It's not just for fighting—it's got some cool tech features too!"

Belle: (examining the bo staff) "Your inventions are truly amazing, Donatello. It seems we share a love for learning and discovery."

Dr. Spengler: (nods) "Indeed, we do. It's what drives us to push the boundaries of our understanding."

Donatello: (smiles) "Yeah, and it's pretty rad when that love for tech can save the day, right?"

Belle: (laughing) "I can only imagine the adventures you must have. I wish I could join you in your explorations."

Dr. Spengler: (pauses) "Well, you know, we could always use a well-read individual like yourself. Maybe we could learn a thing or two from your books?"

Belle: (excitedly) "Really? I'd love to help in any way I can! Just don't expect me to be an expert on proton packs or anything…"

Donatello: (reassures her) "Don't worry, we've got that covered. But your insights might just be the key to our next big discovery!"

Ray and Michaelangelo show Cinderella the Ecto-1.

Dr. Stantz: (excitedly) "Hey, Cinderella! You've gotta check out our ride—Ecto-1! It's the coolest company car ever!"

Cinderella: (clapping her hands) "Oh, it's so… unique! Can you tell me more about it?"

Michelangelo: (boastfully) "Unique? Dude, it's the bomb! It's got all the gadgets you could ever need to bust ghosts!"

Dr. Stantz: (beaming) "Michelangelo's right. It's got everything from proton packs to ghost traps. And it's got style too, don't you think?"

Cinderella: (giggling) "Indeed, it does. It's quite the contrast to my carriage!"

Michelangelo: (laughs) "Yeah, but this one's got wheels and doesn't turn into a pumpkin at midnight!"

Dr. Stantz: (nods) "And it's got a kickin' sound system. You into classic rock?"

Cinderella: (smiles) "Well, I do enjoy a good tune. Perhaps one day you could play something for me?"

Michelangelo: (agreeing) "Totally! We've got the best mixtape of all time, no lie. Just wait 'til you hear 'Walk This Way'!"

Dr. Stantz: (clapping Michelangelo on the back) "Alright, Mikey, let's not overwhelm her with our taste in music just yet. But we'd be happy to give you a ride sometime, Cinderella, if you're up for it."

Cinderella: (nods) "That sounds like an adventure I wouldn't want to miss. Thank you, gentlemen."

Peter and Raphael are with Aurora.

Dr. Venkman: (grinning) "You see, Aurora, not all ghosts are as nasty as the ones we just sent packing. Some of them are just looking to stir up a little trouble, or they're lost souls needing help moving on."

Aurora: (confused) "But, isn't it your job to… capture all ghosts?"

Raphael: (smirks) "Nah, not all of 'em. Besides, what's a Haunted Mansion without a few friendly spirits to keep things interesting?"

Dr. Venkman: (winks) "Exactly. Some ghosts are just trying to hang around for the party, you know?"

Aurora: (smiles) "I suppose that makes sense. It's just so… different from the stories I've heard."

Raphael: (nods) "You get used to it. Plus, we've got our priorities straight. If it's not hurting anyone, we let 'em do their thing."

Dr. Venkman: (agrees) "Yeah, and sometimes they even throw in a good scare for the tourists. It's all part of the job."

Aurora: (thoughtfully) "I never considered that. Thank you for explaining, Dr. Venkman… and Raphael."

Raphael: (nods) "No problem, princess. Just don't let the ghostbusting life fool ya—we're all about keeping the peace, not just busting heads… or in our case, ghosts."

Dr. Venkman: (laughing) "He's got a point. It's all about balance."

Winston and Leonardo chat with Tiana.

Winston: (nods in agreement) "Leonardo, you guys are something else. How do you manage to stay so cool under pressure?"

Leonardo: (smiles) "It's all about training and trusting your team. We've been through a lot together."

Tiana: (enthusiastically) "Speaking of teams, I've always admired how you guys work together. It's like nothing can stop you when you're on a mission."

Winston: (laughs) "Well, we've had our share of close calls. But like you said, it's all about trust and sticking together."

Leonardo: (seriously) "And speaking of missions, we heard about your restaurant dream, Tiana. That's pretty inspiring."

Tiana: (blushes) "Thank you. It's been a long road, but I'm determined to make it happen."

Winston: (clapping Leonardo on the shoulder) "We know all about that. If you ever need a hand, you know who to call—the Ghostbusters."

Leonardo: (smiling) "We're always up for a new challenge. Maybe we could help you out with some… supernatural catering?"

Tiana: (laughing) "I'll keep that in mind. But hopefully, my restaurant won't be that kind of adventure."

Winston: (winks) "Hey, you never know. Sometimes the best stories start with a little magic… or in our case, a lot of it."

The Disney park's lights twinkle around them, their newfound camaraderie a testament to the unexpected friendships that can form in the most magical of places.

#walt disney world #the haunted mansion #ghostbusters #bill murray #dan aykroyd #harold ramis #ernie hudson #tmnt leonardo #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt donatello #tmnt raphael #teenage mutant ninja turtles #princess cinderella #princess aurora #princess belle #princess tiana

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Until Dawn

A SMALL JOY: Josh Washington x fem!reader

Summary: Taking Dr Hill's advice, Josh and his lover go up to the lodge and look through all the things his sisters had left behind - after an interesting find she does her best to take his mind off the sadness he's experiencing.

Notes: English isn't my first language. I apologize for any mistake I may have made while I wrote this short story.

To be honest, Until Dawn is still one of my favourite horror games. Thanks to the game I found my favourite YouTube channel, my English improved a lot because I wanted to understand every word, and I have a huge crush on Rami Malek to this very day. Me and my friends were obsessed with him the time the game came out, and soon started to watch more of his work together.

Josh Washington was one of my first fictional crushes, I could defend him for years without getting tired and I drew him so many times I actually learned how to draw portraits correctly.

There's a gameplay I like to rewatch every year, because of the great memories I have connected to it. I always fall in love with Josh Washington once again - and thanks to that tradition, I started to write for him as well.

Warnings: a bit of swearing, mentioned depression and loss, mentioning the Washington sisters' disappearance and/or death

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° "(...) We would come up in the summer and we would have the best time. The whole family was there - mom, dad, my sisters. It was some serious competition out there on the big lawn... I don't know. Can't go back. New reality." °

She listens carefully, noticing every little pitch or drop in Josh's voice as he speaks - and as he puts down the baseball bat all she can think about is grabbing him and pulling him into a hug, a tight one, the kind that is both loving and comforting. She watches him, she examines his every little move and her heart aches every single time she finds a new sign of sadness.

She hates it.

She hates that look on his face. She hates that change in his voice. She hates that he feels alone. She hates that the whole case is making him go crazy. She hates that nothing is certain and he can't even grieve.

She hates that he had to change so much; that he had to become this depressed because of some stupid, messed up prank their friends had decided to pull on his sister.

He didn't deserve any of it. He doesn't deserve any of it. None of the Washington kids do.

Coming up here was already hard - back to the mountain where Hannah and Beth disappeared, where they played around like stupid teenagers do. Dr Hill said it's for the best - Josh needs some closure, some proof that he needs to slowly start to move on. She thinks it's bullshit - Josh thinks so too. It won't be easy to put yourself through something like this.

But regardless, they came. They are here now, looking through the rooms, the basement...

The memories are hurting her - and if she as a friend is hurting this badly than Josh must suffer a lot.

"Teach me." the words suddenly burst out before she can stop them, wanting to make Josh concentrate on something else - not wanting him to get lost in his own mind.

"What?" the question is loud in the basement.

"Teach me how to play." she continues on, feeling unsure like she tries to cross a very thin and sensitive line. "I've never played baseball before."

"It's been a while since I did so." Josh starts to explain, his gaze falling on the bat he put down. "You really- want to?"

She steps closer to him slowly, carefully, as if she tries to get close to a very scared and wounded animal. She touches his arm, her fingers hold him as her thumb brushes along his skin in an up and down motion. She leans towards him, her face touching his shoulder as she presses a kiss to the area what isn't covered by his t-shirt.

"You don't have to if you don't want to." she whispers. "I know it's not-" she holds that thought and says something else instead: "I just haven't seen you play yet and I want to join in."

Josh looks at her over his shoulder, he looks at her as she tries to smile even if her eyes stay sad. He watches her like she's the only thing he has left, like she's the only person who matters anymore. He looks at her and feels something break inside, realizing that she really is the only one who he has.

"All right." he says and when he sees her eyes change a tiny bit - showing a bit of happiness - he feels his heart flutter. It makes him feel better, it makes him want to touch her too, putting his hand over hers - over the one which is still clinging onto his arm. "As long as you promise me you won't accidentally hit yourself with the bat."

And there's what he wanted to see - her expression changes, playful offence takes the sadness' place and she gently hits his back.

"Hey! I wouldn't do that."

"You totally wouldn't." his sarcasm earns him another punch and despite the situation and the place, he feels like he got something back.

The last time they bickered like this was half a year ago, the night his sisters had disappeared. They drank and played around until they started to make out in the kitchen, only stopping when Chris stepped inside the room wanting some booze for himself.

As they climb the stairs hand in hand they both feel somewhat relieved. They found a kind of small joy, a bit of happiness - something what they had left here months ago. Josh chuckles when she trips and almost falls, she feels excited as he hands her the baseball bat outside.

"Since there're only the two of us here, I think it's best I teach you how to hit the ball and not yourself."

"I'm not that clumsy Mister!" she tries to sound offended, but it doesn't work.

"I know you too well, girl; and I don't trust you with that at all."

Josh stands behind her, keeping a gentle hold on both of her arms as he explains how to stand and how to hold the bat. She chuckles when he playfully tickles her and this time she doesn't feel guilty about laughing. Before he lets go of her to throw the ball, he gives her a short hug and presses a kiss into the crook of her neck.

She misses the first time...

and the second time; and the third time...

She misses and Josh laughs and she thinks it's the most beautiful sight she's ever seen.

They change positions after a while and no matter how she throws, Josh never misses - not even once. He hits the ball every single time and it flies and lands far away.

She has the feeling that in that very moment, doing that very thing they both feel somewhat complete. She feels like Josh's smiles are honest, his laughs are honest and she forgets about Dr Hill and his stupid advice.

"No shit you like to play it." she says after a while as the both of them are lying in the grass, her head resting on Josh's arm. "It is fun."

"Believe me darling, it is much more fun when you actually hit the ball." his voice has a teasing edge to it and for a moment she thinks about turning towards him and hitting him playfully once again - but she doesn't.

Instead - hoping to get something more, trying to get a kind of good change out of him, she says: "I will, after a bit more training. You'll teach me, I have no doubt about that."

Josh turns towards her, gently touching her face and playing with her hair. She tries to read his face and she realizes that he understands what she's playing at. She wonders if he'll get upset or sad... but she gets an answer pretty quickly.

"I will - of course I will. You'll be the best player in this damn country."

The muscles in her face twitch and she feels like she'll cry. It's been so long, so long since Josh smiled and laughed that now seeing it again feels like a whole new experience. She doesn't want to leave the place or the moment. It's too nice.

"Better than you?"

"Way better." he promises and lets go of the lock of hair he's been playing with. "I love you, you know that, right?"

She feels frozen at the question and starts to wonder where it's coming from. The doubt in his voice, the softness in his eyes... He deserves the world, he deserves everything in it and he deserves to know that he does enough for her - she feels his love and every single emotion and action it causes.

"Of course I do... I know." she promises. "I love you too. And I'm here for you, no matter what."

It's her turn to lean in and she kisses him, making sure the kiss is soft and calm. She wants to make him feel whole and safe. She wants him to be happy.

They lay back down and stay quiet for a bit, enjoying the sunlight and the light summer breeze. She feels like she could melt. Melt into the feeling and moment forever, without ever getting bored.

"You know," Josh starts suddenly, his voice soft and unsure. "it's been a while since I've taken you out on a date."

"It's fine, Josh. These past months weren't exactly the best."

"No... I know." for a few moments he stays silent, not knowing what to say. "All I want to say is I have a few movies here we can watch and we can have a nice time before we-"

"-go back to them." she finishes, understanding what he means.

Them. All the friends, all the family members and pals who show an annoying amount of pity. All of those people who try to comfort Josh when doesn't want to do anything with them. The people who make him feel worse than better.

"I'd love that." she smiles at him as he turns towards him and hugs him. "But no horror."

"No horror." Josh nods.

It wouldn't be good for either of them.

She kisses his shoulder as they get going, stretching their muscles, before climbing the stairs to go and find the movies Josh was talking about.

As they look over his DVDs while hugging, all she can think about is how unfair life is, because Josh doesn't deserve any of the problems life threw at him...

#until dawn #until dawn x reader #josh washington #josh washington x reader #josh washington x fem!reader #hannah washington #beth washington

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