[ EU ] The Ghostbusters receive a call to investigate some new supernatural rumours . The location : Freddy Fazbear 's Pizzaria

Spengler frowned at the silent PKE meter. “ Well, the fox is cold, ” he muttered. “ Looks like it ’ s contained to the stage. Even then, we got barely a blip up there. ” 
 
 They ’ d been scanning the restaurant for hours. Spengler had suspected from the beginning that the haunting centered in the dining room. The problem was, Freddy Fazbear ’ s had such a grisly history that they had no choice but to check every nook and cranny for evidence. 
 
 “ What does Gozer want with Smoky the Bear and Donald Duck anyway? ” Venkman said. 
 
 “ Chicken, ” Stantz said. “ She ’ s a chicken. ” Venkman and Zeddemore stared at him. “ What, you never went to Freddy ’ s as a kid? My sister dropped me off here all the time whenever she babysat me. ” 
 
 “ What makes you think this involves Gozer? ” Zeddemore asked, lighting a new cigarette and leaning back on the one of the party tables lining the dining room. 
 
 “ Come on, childhood mascots turned into monsters? At least this time they ’ re only ten feet tall. ” 
 
 Spengler shook his head. “ The night guard reported ‘ blood ’ coming from their eyes and mouth. Sounds like red ectoplasm to me. Gozer ’ s minions were transdimension demonic beings, not actual ghosts. ” He pocketed the PKE and set to work rigging the trap in the center of the room. 
 
 “ Red ectoplasm? ” Venkman said. “ That ’ s the ‘ pack your brown pants ’ type, right? ” He shoveled another slice of cold pizza into his mouth. They ’ d found it lying on the ground when they arrived, half buried in birthday streamers and used napkins. He offered the box to Zeddemore, who turned away in disgust. 
 
 “ Extreme agitation and irrationality, ” Stantz said. 
 
 “ Pissed off and stupid, ” Zeddemore added. “ Then again, if I had to haunt some dumb family restaurant, I ’ d beat myself senseless too. ” 
 
 Their digital watches chirped. Midnight. 
 
 They shouldered their protons packs and faced the stage. There was one thing all the stories agreed on: it began at twelve. It was relief, really. Most jobs involved hours of bleary eyed solitaire games before the actual fun began. And this way the spooks could n't ambush them. Probably. 
 
 “ Three ghosts trying to throw stuffed animals at us, ” Venkman said. “ Easiest paycheck we ’ ve ever had. ” 
 
 “ Something ’ s still not right, ” Stantz whispered. “ Those animatronics weight half a ton each. If the ghosts are strong enough to move them, the PKE should have lit up like a Christmas tree. ” 
 
 “ Look, ” Zeddemore whispered. 
 
 The animatronics had been frozen mid-song when they ’ d arrived. Now, they were all standing straight. Looking at the Ghostbusters with their mouths set. Except for Chika, whose mouth flopped open as though her jaw muscles had rotted away. 
 
 “ Well, looks like she ’ s surprised to see us too, ” Venkman said. 
 
 Bonnie was off the stage before they could even lift their proton packs. The Ghostbusters yelped and blasted her with their beams. The animatronic slowed, as if walking upsteam, but continued. Only after switching their packs to full strength did it stop. Its eyes slowly moved from person to person. Hungry. 
 
 “ You said they ’ d be slow! ” yelled Zeddemore. 
 
 “ They should be! ” Stantz replied. “ They don ’ t have the ecoplasmic mass to -- - ” He gasped. “ That ’ s it. They aren ’ t possessing the animatronics. They ’ re driving them. ” 
 
 “ What ’ s the difference? ” 
 
 “ It ’ s like power-steering. The animatronics are just a bunch of servos and hydraulics. All the ghosts have to do is possess the CPU -- -the machine takes care of the rest. ” 
 
 “ *If we ’ re done talking shop, can we please hit the switch? * ” Venkman roared. 
 
 Egon stomped on the trigger. A whirlwind of light pummeled Bonnie ’ s frozen form, yet the animatronic remained motionless. Finally, the trap closed. The smell of singed rubber and polyester filled the room. 
 
 And Bonnie stepped forward, limping towards the Ghostbusters. 
 
 “ Well, that ’ s not good, ” Venkman said. 
 
 “ It ’ s too small, ” Egon said. “ The ecoplasmic mass isn ’ t big enough to get caught by the... Good Lord, they ’ re children! ” 
 
 Chicka bounded off the stage and joined Bonnie in the middle of the dining room. The two of stared at each other for a few moments, then turned back to the Ghostbusters. 
 
 “ RUN ” yelled Stantz. They turned tail and sprang for the nearest door, marked “ Parts and Service. No Children. ” Once they were all piled in, they slammed to the door shut and turned the flimsy lock in place. Only seconds later, the scraping and banging of polyester claws sounded against it. 
 
 “ Guys, maybe we ’ re overthinking this, ” Venkman panted. “ They ’ re kids; piece of cake! We ’ ll just pop in a VHS, give them a box of Twinkies, and they ’ re set for the rest of the night! ” 
 
 The door rattled and groaned, beginning to buckle under the blows of the overpowered animatronics. The Ghostbusters stacked whatever heavy mechanisms they could find against it, but it was useless: if those things could break through a metal door, a stack of hydraulics and chassis were going to stop them. 
 
 “ I have an idea, ” Egon said, as he hefted an unused Chika mask. “ The two of them lacked cognitive coordination. ” 
 
 “ Are you kidding? ” Zeddemore said. “ They cleared the dining room like a drag racer! ” 
 
 “ They didn ’ t recognize each other at first, ” Egon continued. “ They had to check their masks. ” 
 
 Stantz gave a nervous, but hopeful grin. “ So, it looks like we ’ ll have to play dress-up. ”
