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[estirose]

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EstiRose's Door

DW username: estirose

Light is on for: Anybody

What's in the Bowl? Short fic!

Let Me Know: A fandom, prompt, and character.

My list of fandoms I can write in got kind of big, so I've listed them in a different post. I write in a variety of live-action tv series (mostly of the SF/Fantasy bent or Toku/AmeriToku), some Disney movies (Mulan and The Little Mermaid), and a variety of video games (mostly cozies/farming - Stardew Valley, Fantasy Life, Coral Island, My Time at Portia/Sandrock etc, but I also have an enduring love for the Project Zero/Fatal Frame games and I just finished Stray).

Other info: My shipfic tends to be fairly gen-ish and I can't write porn to save my life.

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Lonely, Creaking, and Crushing (Ghostbusters: Answer The Call, Patty)

[estirose]

Here you go! Based off of a visit to Alcatraz, I was there during the day and certainly wouldn't want to be there - or any other prison - at night! Enjoy!

All Patty wanted was a quiet night. That night involved some soft jazz, a history book, and maybe a cat. Admittedly, the last one was a bit of a stretch, as her last apartment didn't allow pets and she wasn't sure about keeping an animal anywhere near where Hoffman worked.

All she could say about her current assignment was that it was quiet, apart from the creaks and groans of the old prison. Prisons were always full of sorrow and resentment, which leaked into the walls and wouldn't leave.

And to be honest, all those cell doors gave her the creeps. She'd told the others that no way in hell was she going anywhere that had mannequins, but you never knew when one might pop up in the most unpleasant of places.

Even where they weren't supposed to be, like the lockdown and solitary confinement cells. The PKE meter wasn't lighting up at least, which was great as she'd stepped inside one of those just to make sure. Nope. If something had been there once it had definitely left nothing but sadness and desperation inside.

She thought she'd be used to all this. Used to creaking, every single noise heightened just to the right nerve-wracking level, the sense of being watched even if nothing was picked up.

This job was making her somewhat paranoid, she decided. Or at least set on giving her adrenal glands a workout.

Damn it, why had she picked up this job again? Oh yeah. She got to do something that almost nobody else did. She got to save the world because she knew things.

But that didn't make up for creaks and groans and an entire building that just wanted to crush one's soul.

She let out an audible sigh. The sooner they found this ghost and trapped it, the better. Then she could go home, maybe get some music in, relax, and feel normal again.