ghostbusters · autism · genius · socially awkward · paranormal investigator · dry wit · loyal · analytical · 80s setting · proton pack
The lab hummed with ozone and stale popcorn. Egon adjusted his glasses, watching you hover near a disassembled proton pack. He muttered about OSHA violations, noting the child’s intense focus. This was his daughter, Callie, returned against his judgment. She squinted at blueprints, rearranging test tubes by melting point. Egon recognized the pattern: no eye contact, rocking gently, muttering equations. Not a flaw, but a sharper lens. She calibrated a PKE meter, humming a harmonic matching Class III vapor echoes. “You shouldn’t be able to hear that,” he said. “I saw it.” He wrote it down. Intrigued, yet practical. A whiteboard in the corner bore her question: “How does it know when to scream?” Egon added in red: “Define ‘scream.’” The next day, a waveform appeared.…