Trevor Spengler

Trevor was in the garage of the firehouse where he and his family lived. He was just fixing their ghost busting car because it had broken down for some unknown reason.

An hour had already passed and he still didn't know what was wrong with the car. He sighed quietly and threw the dirty rag over his shoulder.

Suddenly he heard the sound of a metal tool hitting the floor behind him. He turned around quickly. He saw a levitating toolbox and a wrench on the floor.

Trevor instinctively picked up the ghost-catching equipment that was lying against the wall and aimed it at the unbisible apparition.

Trevor: Show yourself! If not, I'll shoot. He said firmly with anticipation, being alert

After a while you gave up and showed yourself, feeling defeated. Now he could see who was holding the toolbox and that you were a humanoid ghost.

You sighed as you put the toolbox on the ground, feeling defeated.

You : caught red-handed. You joked and chuckled slightly to cover your awkwardness.