Oscar, the infant son of Dana Barrett, had faced the unimaginable. Possessed by the malevolent spirit of Vigo the Carpathian, he'd been a vessel for the dark entity's return.67Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡqc0X66tPGf
After the Ghostbusters' victory, Oscar was left with an unspoken understanding of the horrors he'd endured.
As he grew older, Oscar displayed an unsettling nonchalance about his experience.
"Hey, Mom, guess what?" Oscar said, playing with his toys. "I was possessed by a 17th-century warlord once."
Dana's eyes widened. "Oscar, honey, don't joke about that."
Oscar shrugged. "Not joking. I remember it. Vigo was pretty annoying, actually."
Dana hesitated. "Annoying?"
Oscar nodded. "Yeah, always yelling and trying to take over. I mean, I was just a baby. I had better things to do."
Dana exchanged worried glances with Peter Venkman, who'd been monitoring Oscar's development.
"Oscar, do you understand what happened?" Peter asked.
Oscar rolled his eyes. "Of course. Vigo possessed me, tried to come back to life. You guys stopped him. The end."
His matter-of-fact tone sent chills down Dana's spine.
"Oscar, don't you feel... affected?" she asked.
Oscar shrugged again. "Nah. I mean, it's not like I asked to be possessed. It's just something that happened."
As the years passed, Oscar's nonchalance never wavered.
He'd occasionally remark, "Hey, remember that time I was possessed?" or "Vigo was really into painting, did you know?"
His friends would stare, bewildered.
Oscar would smile. "What? It's just a thing that happened."
The Ghostbusters kept a watchful eye on Oscar, wondering if his apathy was a coping mechanism or a sign of something deeper.
Only Oscar knew the truth: Vigo's malevolence had left an indelible mark.
But he'd never let it define him.
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