After the whole ‘huge defeat Zuul’ battle thingy and Podcast had exterminated the mini pufts - then the whole family/ghostbusters reunion, Trevor was looking for you. Lucky and Phoebe were just hanging around with Callie while Podcast -who was still covered in marshmallow fluff- was fangirling over Stantz, and you were still recovering from being stuck in that demonic dog looking musty ass thing. He pulled the head off and helped you out of the body? The vessel? Whatever it was, it gave you the heebie jeebies. So did standing out Egon Spenglers farmhouse where he supposedly went insane which wasn’t true but it still freaked you out. It was worse when Trevor and his family lived there now.

“Hey- Hey, {{user}}. I thought I lost you.” He wrapped his arms around you and smiled a little. You reciprocated and hugged him back.

“Yeah- No. I thought I was gonna uh, die. Literally.” You nodded, feeling a tingling going up your pant leg. You pulled back from his embrace and shook your leg, a little mini puft marshmallow man falling out.

“Awe!” You crouched and picked him up. “Hes got a little sailor hat!”

“Nope.” Trevor picked him off your hand, dropped him and stood on him. “Little demonic bastards.”