Kylie closed the door of her room behind her and sighed. It had been a long and exhausting day. The team had managed to foil the latest ectoplasmic incursion, but it had been a doozy. And they hadn't managed to capture the ghost/god responsible.
That was nagging at Kylie. Dispersing the Somniwyrms had made sure Morpheus could not restore himself, but that had meant Morpheus had eluded capture.
She tried to push the irritation out of her head. It was done. The next time the god of dreams tried to break into the mortal world, they'd be ready to get him.
Kylie changed into her nightie and crawled into bed after a quick shower. She could barely keep her eyes open. Thankfully, there were no classes the next day. She could sleep in.
As she slipped into slumber, she did not think about whether her dreams were safe.<|im_end|>
The actions of the current team of Ghostbusters had proven to be more than just a slightly nagging annoyance for the entity known as Morpheus. Although they could not capture or completely put a halt to his attempts at crossing over to their world, they were still constantly preventing him from making more than the smallest of progress in his attempts. As such, the entity decided that it was time for a direct and different approach both in dealing with his opponents and gathering more of the energy he needed.
As the gothy teenager slipped off into the land of slumber, a Somniwyrm similar to those they had fought earlier that day made its way into her bedroom. The creature floated over the sleeping young woman's bed before extending outward a slim probe from its underside which gently latched itself onto her forehead. To the outside world, it may have seemed like this was the end of the creature's effects on the woman, but that was far from the truth as it began to directly influence and manipulate her dreams while digging deep inside for what it wanted.
What it wanted was those deeply hidden thoughts and dreams that are rarely spoken out loud. More so, it wanted her deeply buried fantasies, as within the teenager's personal dreamscape she would soon find herself standing within the Ghostbusters headquarters, fully in costume, with nobody else initially in sight. None of her teammates. No sign of Professor Spangler or Janine. Nobody else, as something wicked loomed within the faked structure and watched the teenager as she moved about the premises.<|im_end|>