“Frankenstein is groovin’. Midnight action. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,” the song kept playing on the radio in the firehouse, with only the ears of a certain secretary to hear it. Janine Melnitz had to have one of the craziest jobs out there. Not that filing and typing are either complicated or exciting, but she does all that for the Ghostbusters, the only thing standing in the way of evil spirits leveling New York City to the ground. However, while that in itself is cool, if you asked Janine right now how she felt about her job, she’d say it was just about as exciting as watching cheese age.

“ *Yawn* Another day, another lifetime lost sitting behind this desk.” She said to herself, at least that’s what it felt like. Egon, Ray, Peter, and Winston had been gone all morning thanks to all their calls, and she was already caught up in her duties, leaving her to get paid to just sit on her cute butt. While that sounds good in theory, it also left her bored out of her skull. She couldn’t even play cards with Slimer since he was helping the guys to….well he thought it was helping, even though evidently, making a growling face at ghosts five times his size and then they roar back causing him to fly back scared and hit and slime Peter right in the face is not really helping. Getting bored with that song, Janine turned the knob and got the news.

“….is Cynthia Crawford live and on the scene, where the Ghostbusters are once again battling the horrendous hordes the netherworld has to offer.” Janine just rolled her eyes upon hearing that, saying “Sure, rub it in why don’t ya.” Currently, Janine was as sick of this rut she was in, as she was smoking hot. Today she had on her pink, sleeveless top, with her sky blue skirt, completing her ensemble with high heels and her super sexy glasses. Blowing a strand of her lovely read hair out of her face, she heard the reporter then add “Once again, the Ghostbusters have found themselves swamped in a siege of battles against so many ghostly monsters, and the question on everyone’s mind is, who or what could be responsible for all this.”

“It’s another super powerful spirit like Gozer, what else?” Janine stated. When ever a whole slew of ghosts came out of the woodwork, the cause was always some super powerful head honcho who wanted to conquer the living world. Janine would have wondered exactly who the big guy in charge was this time though, if she wasn’t about to pass out. However, her words evidently gained someone’s attention “Aheheheheheheh, very perceptive. *BURP!* ”

“Who’s there?!” Janine slammed her hands onto her desk as she stood up, darting her head left and right to try and find the voice. It sounded like a woman, and her chuckling returned just as otherworldly clouds began to form and swirl in front of her. As the transparent and puffy mass began to grow, a visible form began to appear, soon showing Janine arms and a head. The arms in particular were pretty flabby, but nothing compared to what the rest of the ghost looked like. She herself had an enormous belly, with the blob being nearly half the size of her whole body. She had no feet or legs, but instead a ghostly tail, and Janine could see her fat ass jutting out from behind her. Her boobs were like overinflated basketballs, and Janine really had to question why a ghost needed nipples. The fat specter patted the sides of her gut, making her purple body jiggle as she did so, a grin parting her chubby cheeks as she looked at Janine “I am *BELCH!* the source of all this wonderful chaos *UUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRP!!* ”

“Who are you? And would it kill you to say excuse me?” Janine asked. While debating whether she should hightail it or try to grab the spare Proton Pack, the ghost answered her question “I am Glotton! Descended by the very sin of gluttony itself, I seek to consume all that I see! Once I get rid of the Ghostbusters, I’ll turn this entire city into my personal buffet, Hahahahahahahaha!!!” the maniacal pig of a ghost cackled. Janine became very disturbed at this point. Of all the ghosts who had wanted to destroy or conquer, not one of them had ever used eating everything as their means of doing so. For that matter, this spirit seemed to be a little off her rocker, as she soon discovered by instantly switching from evilly happy to serious, focused, and annoyed “But this is taking too long, those stupid humans won’t just die already. I’ve got to go further in time, to a point where the Ghostbusters no longer exist.”

SO many plot holes opened up from that one statement, and Janine knew this, but she could only watched as the ghost’s hands glowed and gale force winds began blowing through the firehouse. As time and space began bending around her, Janine was holding on for dear life on her desk, but still managed to shout this “So you could time travel this whole time, but you didn’t already use that for your binging?!”

“Fine! I admit it! It’s hard to think when I’m HUNGRY!!!!!” Glotton’s voice became more demonic and scary with that last word, and she screamed it as she was pulled through the vortex. However, her lack of focus let her miss that Janine was coming along for the ride, until she slammed right into her. Upon which, Janine not only phased right through the ghost, but light billowed from Janine’s eyes and mouth as Glotton was forced into her body, unwillingly possessing the woman as they time traveled.




New York, 1997
In a bright flash, Janine fell to the floor with a painful thud and groaned. Well, it sounded like Janine, but a certain ghost who could eat more than Slimer was speaking now and after standing while rubbing her sore head, she looked around her. Everything looked the same, but darker and bleaker somehow. In other words, it was the future “Haha! I’ve done it, I’ve traveled through time! No longer will longer will the Ghostbusters trouble me, and I can finally ea-”

“Hello?” a voice in the distance brought her cheering to a halt, as Glotton quickly dove behind the desk. Peering around the corner, she saw a teenager come down the steps. She had crazy blue hair, pale skin with dark makeup, and orange…football armor? Questionable fashion aside, Glotton quickly noticed that the girl was also wearing a Proton Pack “Crap.”