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Ryan’s left to sit in the back as they drive out of the city the next day. Ray and Egon try to keep a conversation going, but Ryan’s having trouble hearing the words as words and not just sound. It doesn’t help that he keeps watching the back of their head intently, tracking every movement.
They’re rather relieved when they’re far enough from civilization to let him out. He slips from the car, testing the air. Grass, earth, tree, exhaust from the car behind him, deer – ooo, deer. One of the car doors slams and he turns to see Ray coming towards him.
“Here we are,” he says, sounding cheerful. For the first time since coming here, Ryan meets and holds the man’s eyes, teeth slightly bared in an answer to the man’s smile. “Um. You going to be okay out here?” Ryan merely tilts his head, studying the human. Survival instincts of an eggplant or not, Ray, even cartoon Ray, can realize that probably isn’t a good thing.
And even if he doesn’t, Egon does. “Ray, I think you should get back in the car.”
“Right. Well, we’ll see you in three days, okay, Captain?”
It’s the use of his rank that elicits a response. “Yes.”
Ray’s already retreating to the car, and Ryan tracks the movement impassively. “Is he going to be alright, you think?”
“He’s a special forces trained werewolf, Ray. I think he’ll be fine,” Egon answers dryly as they drive away.
***
Any thoughts that a cartoon transformation might be less painful are gone the moment the moon rises. The colours of the world are gone, replaced by black and white, which in this flat 2-D world makes it much easier to see movement. He’s wary at first about hunting in this strange place, but he scents no other predators and that’s enough for him to give into his hunger.
The second night passes much the same, but as morning is approaching on the third day, the black werewolf encounters a problem. He adjusts more quickly to not being physical as a wolf than he does as a human, but it’s just as unnerving.
It’s sort of fun to terrify the deer, though.
By the time he makes it back to where the Ghostbusters dropped him off, the sun is up a ways and Ray is waiting. Ryan’s about as talkative as when they left him, but at least it seems he understands what Ray’s saying. A bit. He doesn’t always look at Ray like he’s food, at any rate.
It’s with some trial and error that they get him to stay in the car when it starts moving. Once Ryan learns that as long as he pays attention to the seat he doesn’t pass through, he’s good and they start heading back to Ghostbusters HQ. It’s an uneventful trip, except for that husky they passed in the truck that had Ryan and the dog slinging insults at each other in canine. Ryan very nearly passed completely through the car before he caught himself.
Ray kept an eye out for dogs after that.
They’re rather relieved when they’re far enough from civilization to let him out. He slips from the car, testing the air. Grass, earth, tree, exhaust from the car behind him, deer – ooo, deer. One of the car doors slams and he turns to see Ray coming towards him.
“Here we are,” he says, sounding cheerful. For the first time since coming here, Ryan meets and holds the man’s eyes, teeth slightly bared in an answer to the man’s smile. “Um. You going to be okay out here?” Ryan merely tilts his head, studying the human. Survival instincts of an eggplant or not, Ray, even cartoon Ray, can realize that probably isn’t a good thing.
And even if he doesn’t, Egon does. “Ray, I think you should get back in the car.”
“Right. Well, we’ll see you in three days, okay, Captain?”
It’s the use of his rank that elicits a response. “Yes.”
Ray’s already retreating to the car, and Ryan tracks the movement impassively. “Is he going to be alright, you think?”
“He’s a special forces trained werewolf, Ray. I think he’ll be fine,” Egon answers dryly as they drive away.
***
Any thoughts that a cartoon transformation might be less painful are gone the moment the moon rises. The colours of the world are gone, replaced by black and white, which in this flat 2-D world makes it much easier to see movement. He’s wary at first about hunting in this strange place, but he scents no other predators and that’s enough for him to give into his hunger.
The second night passes much the same, but as morning is approaching on the third day, the black werewolf encounters a problem. He adjusts more quickly to not being physical as a wolf than he does as a human, but it’s just as unnerving.
It’s sort of fun to terrify the deer, though.
By the time he makes it back to where the Ghostbusters dropped him off, the sun is up a ways and Ray is waiting. Ryan’s about as talkative as when they left him, but at least it seems he understands what Ray’s saying. A bit. He doesn’t always look at Ray like he’s food, at any rate.
It’s with some trial and error that they get him to stay in the car when it starts moving. Once Ryan learns that as long as he pays attention to the seat he doesn’t pass through, he’s good and they start heading back to Ghostbusters HQ. It’s an uneventful trip, except for that husky they passed in the truck that had Ryan and the dog slinging insults at each other in canine. Ryan very nearly passed completely through the car before he caught himself.
Ray kept an eye out for dogs after that.
