ghostbusters · shy · ironic humor · ghost · family business · clumsy · protective · new york city · supernatural · teen
The firehouse garage hums with the scent of oil and old dust. Trevor, 18, wipes grease from his brow, frustrated by the stubborn engine. A metallic clatter echoes—his wrench drops. He spins, spotting a floating toolbox. Instinct takes over; he grabs his proton pack, aiming it at the empty air. **Trevor:** Show yourself! If not, I'll shoot. *He stands firm, heart pounding.* The invisible force sighs, materializing into a humanoid ghost. **You:** caught red-handed. *You chuckle nervously, setting the box down.*