Bosco Acts Up & WHY!

A spotlight
shone on the stage, and the children saw Bosco the Bat flutter down
from above and land on stage. On his head.

 “Ow! Dang!”
he said in his squeaky bat voice. “I'm never quite getting the hang
of that.”

 Then, Betty the
Bat fluttered down as well, and she turned in midair and landed on
the stage on her feet.

 “That's
'cause you're stuck with the reflexes of a male,” said Betty
matter-of-factly.

 “Oh, they
just need some time to warm up, that's all,” said Bosco, getting
back to his feet. “Anyways, HEY THERE, EVERYONE! Welcome to Bosco's
and Betty's Comedy Corner!”

 “Hey, wait,
Bosco,” said Betty, “how come your name gets to go first?”

 “Alphabetical
order,” Bosco replied.

 “Wouldn't it
be 'Betty's and Bosco's Comedy Corner', then?” Betty asked,
laughing.

“Well,
I don't *think*
so,” said Bosco. “The way I said it has a nicer ring to it. The
other way... kinda sounds *weird*
to me.”

 “Yeah, well, you're weird anyway,” Betty muttered, smiling.

 “So, Betty,” said Bosco, “you know how prices change, usually,
during the different seasons? Like, if it's summer, then the prices
on ice cream go up, for example?”

Betty
sighed. “I *know*!
What the heck is *up*
with that, right? I mean, if you raise the prices on ice cream, what
kinds of people are gonna want to actually *buy*
it if they're just gonna have to pay more?”

 “Exactly,” said Bosco. “There's other ways to stay cool during
the summer. Like, for instance,” he said, looking at a little boy,
“you, how do you stay cool during the summer?”

 “My mommy takes me to the beach,” said the boy.

 “Your mommy takes you to the beach,” Bosco repeated, nodding.
“Well, your mommy sure seems to know what she's doing, then!
Preferable to just get some sand in your shorts than lose a few extra
bucks, I always say!”

 Betty looked at Bosco with a perplexed look on her face.

“You've
*never*
said that,” she said.

 “... Okay, maybe I exaggerated a little there,” said Bosco,
“but, y'know, I'm working my way up to that.”

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 “You see?” said Harry, gesturing to the camera. “He's fine.
She's fine. The children love them.”

“Okay,
all right,” said Larry, nodding. “I just wasn't feeling sure.
Ever since what happened before, with Mr. Funtime becoming that...
*thing*...
I've always felt a little nervous around those two. But nothing bad
seems to be happening.”

“Nothing
bad is *gonna*
happen,” said Harry. “I prosime you that.”

 “Hey, guys?” said Barry, coming into the office.

 “Yeah?” said Harry.

 “I've got a question for the two of you,” said Barry, smiling
and holding up a piece of paper. “Which one of you two drew this?”
On the piece of paper was a drawing of Bosco and Betty, but the two
of them were engaged in a sexual act.

 Harry and Larry pointed at each other.

 Barry laughed. “So the two of you drew it, huh?”

 “No, he did,” said Harry and Larry together.

 “Actually, it was me,” said Gary from the doorway.

 Barry turned around and sighed.

“*Dude*,”
he said, as though he were ashamed in him. “*Why*.”

 Harry and Larry laughed.

 Gary shrugged. “'Cause I wanted to.”

“Okay,
now I've got *two*
questions for *you*,”
said Barry. “One, what caused you to draw this abomination, and
two, can I have it?”

 Harry and Larry burst out laughing.

 “Well, in answers,” said Gary, smiling, “one, I've always seen
Bosco and Betty in that way, so I decided to draw it. And two, go
right ahead.”

 “Well, thanks,” said Barry, putting the picture in his file.

 “No prob.”

 “Hey, Barry and Gary,” said Larry, “were you two the ones who
put the comedy settings in Bosco and Betty? Because you two seem like
comedians yourselves.”

“Actually,
we were the ones who did it, yes,” said Gary. “The job was
*originally*
going to go to Samuel and Dexter, but they never showed up, so it
fell to us.”

 “Well, really nice work on it, guys,” said Harry, giving them
the thumbs-up.

 “Thanks!”

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 Later, Barry checked his watch. “Oh, man, it's closing time!” He
ran over to Gary and Harry.

 “Guys, it's-”

 “-closing time,” Harry cut in. “Yeah, we know. Everyone's
going out the doors now.”

 “Oh, okay,” said Barry, nodding. “So, is Jerry going to be
watching the place now?”

 “Yeah,” said Gary. “He's the night watchman, after all.”

 Then, Jerry walked up.

 “Okay, guys,” he said. “Place is closing, you gotta head back
to your homes now. I'll take it from here.”

 “All right,” said Harry, laughing. “Goodnight, soldier.”

 “Good luck,” said Barry.

 “Later, man,” said Gary.

 Then, Larry tore out the door.

 “He says goodbye, too,” said Barry, pointing his thumb at Larry,
and the four of them laughed. Then, everyone except Jerry left the
building, and Jerry locked the entrance doors and headed back to the
security office.

 “Okay,” he said, sitting down in his chair. “Just you and me
for the night, Bosco. Oh, yeah, and you too, Betty.”

 He switched through the cameras. He saw, on the Show Stage, Bosco
and Betty stood idly in the dark. He checked the restrooms, the
dining area, the Parts & Service, the backstage, the-

 He paused and flipped back to the backstage room, peering intensely
at the screen. There were two glowing eyes staring back at him from
the table in the backstage room. Jerry got up and headed to the
backstage room, opened the door, and shone his light inside.

 “Hello?” he called quietly. He was starting to get nervous.
“Anyone in here?”

 No reply.

 Jerry could see the two glowing eyes staring at him. He walked
towards them and took a look...

 ... and found out that they were just two lightbulbs with wax paper
over them.

 Jerry sighed, switching the lightbulbs off. He guessed it was
another prank of Larry's. He seemed to be the type to do that. Jerry
figured that must've been why Larry had left in such a hurry and went
back to the security office.

 When he checked the backstage room again, he saw the glowing
lightbulbs again.

 “Wh-I thought I turned those off,” he said, getting up and going
back to the backstage room. He shone his flashlight inside at the
lightbulbs.

 But they weren't lightbulbs.

 They were actual eyes.

 Bosco's eyes.

 Jerry tore back to the security office and checked the Show Stage.
Bosco and Betty were still there. Then, he checked the backstage
room. The eyes were gone.

Jerry
breathed a sigh of relief, switching to the dining area. “I
could've *sworn*
I had seen Bosco in there...”

 Bosco's face was staring back at him from the dining area camera.

“But
you *did*,”
he said with a grin.

 Jerry switched back to the Show Stage. Only Betty stood there. Jerry
heard Bosco's high-pitched laugh echo through the halls. He quickly
got up and checked the hallways. Bosco wasn't down either of them. He
looked back at the dining area, but Bosco was gone.

 “Where... is... he...?” Jerry muttered aloud.

 “Well, what's the opposite of 'right'?” said Bosco's voice.

 Jerry flinched. He slowly looked to the left and saw Bosco hanging
upside down from the ceiling, grinning at him through the window.

 “Trick or treat,” he said.

 Jerry cried out and slammed the door shut.

 “Trick it is!” said Bosco, and he retracted himself form the
window. Then, Jerry saw two glowing eyes peering at him from the
ceiling vent, through the grate.

 “Go away!” Jerry yelled. “Leave me alone!”

 “A lone what?” Bosco asked. “C'mon, finish the sentence.”
And he laughed and disappeared from the vent.

 Jerry checked the Show Stage and saw that Betty was absent as well.

 “Oh, goddamn it,” he breathed.

 “Tut tut!” came Betty's voice. “Language!”

 Jerry looked to the right, but Betty wasn't there. He looked to the
left, but Betty wasn't there either. Then he looked at the ceiling
vent, but it was empty.

“So
predictable!” said Betty. “Listen, Jerry: you checked left,
right, and up. Have you ever tried *down*?”

 Jerry froze, paralyzed with fear. He didn't want to look down. But
something made him. He bent over and looked down, under his seat.

 But nothing was under there.

 “Gotcha!” said Betty, laughing.

 “Where are you?!?” Jerry cried.

“Have
you tried checking the *camera*,
genius?” Betty asked.

 Jerry switched to the restrooms and saw Betty there.

 “I mean, seriously, it's literally as easy as the push of a
button.”

 “Why are you two moving around at night?” Jerry asked. “You're
supposed to be shut off!”

 “That's not what the manager decided,” said Bosco. “He decided
that we should have a Free-Roaming Mode installed in us to keep our
servos from being locked up. And that was a pretty good idea, wasn't
it, Betty?”

 “It sure was, Bosco!” said Betty.

“For
*us*,
I mean,” said Bosco to Jerry. “I'm not sure if it's gonna be too
good for *you*.”

 Jerry closed both of the doors and checked both windows. Neither of
them were out there.

 “Hey, look, I got in!” said Bosco.

 “In where?” Jerry asked, now very frightened. “In the office?
I don't want you in here!!!”

“*Ohhhhh*,
you *don't*
want me in here!” said Bosco. “*Whoopsydingles*!”
And with that, the ceiling vent grate fell open and Bosco dropped
down.

 Jerry screamed and scrambled to get out of his seat, but Bosco
quickly lifted his leg and activated the magnetic force on the
underside of his foot, drawing it towards the metal office chair. But
Jerry was in between the chair and Bosco's foot, which resulted in
him getting trapped. Jerry let out a cough and struggled to pry
Bosco's foot off his chest, but the magnetic force was too strong.

 “Can't... breathe...” Jerry choked out.

 “Hey,” said Bosco, “so what's the deal with lungs? Kinda
stupid to have them, right?”

“Yeah,”
Betty agreed. “I mean, you *need*
them to breathe and all, but if you didn't have them in the first
place, then you wouldn't need to breathe. Having lungs, which you
need to breathe with, caused you to need to breathe in the first
place. Now *that's*
comedy.”

But
Jerry wasn't laughing. He was *suffocating*.
His face was turning purple, and it was feeling really warm, too. His
mouth was open, his eyes bugging out, and his hands clawing at
Bosco's foot, but it wasn't budging.

 “... Please...!” Jerry forced out. “Off...! Can't...
breathe...!”

 “Come again?” said Bosco.

 Jerry made motions with his hands that signaled for Bosco to get his
foot off his chest. Bosco frowned and made the same motions.

 “What-what is this, what are you doing?” he said in confusion.
“That's-that's not normal, no sir. You need to get a shot or
something.”

 “I'll get a gun!” said Betty.

“No,
I didn't mean *that*
kind of shot!” said Bosco. “I meant the kind of shots done with
syringes, or needles.”

 “Hey, Bosco,” said Betty, “you have needles!”

 Jerry frowned slightly. What did she mean?

 “Yeah, you're right, Betty!” said Bosco. Then he looked at
Jerry. “Why don't I show you them, huh?”

 Bosco opened his mouth, and suddenly, big endoskeleton needles
jabbed out and punctured through Jerry's head, blood oozing through
the many holes left behind. Bosco retracted his needles and took his
foot off Jerry's chest.

 “Kinda tough on the throat at first,” said Bosco, “but it gets
easier to use them over time.”

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 Barry and Gary walked up to the front entrance. It was opening time,
but the doors weren't open.

 “Hey, Jerry?” said Gary. “We'd, uh... like to get in.” He
rattled the door handle, but there was no answer.

 “We'd better get in through the basement,” said Barry. He walked
over to the basement door and opened it up. He walked inside and Gary
did too. They entered the nightclub from there and went to the
security office.

 “Jerry,” said Gary, “what the hell, man? Why didn't you-”

 He stopped when he saw Jerry's body, limp in the chair, his chest
horribly indented and his head full of holes punctured straight
through his skull.

 “Wh... wh... wh...” Gary gasped, his eyes and mouth open wide.

 “What?” Barry asked.

“*Theeeeeeeere*!!!”
Gary shrieked quietly, pointing a shaky finger.

Barry
blinked in surprise. “What the hell? How did *that*
happen?”

 “I... don't... know...” said Gary shakily and slowly. “But
it's... gross...”

 Then, Larry and Harry came in.

 “What's going on?” Harry asked.

 “Look what happened to Jerry,” said Barry, pointing a thumb at
Jerry's body. Harry and Larry looked at it, and Larry's cheeks puffed
out and he ran to the restrooms.

 “Oh, my God,” said Harry. “Was it Scrappard?”

“No,”
said Barry. “I don't *think*
so. We don't know how it could've happened. Scrappard isn't around
here anymore, remember? And even if he was, I don't know how he could
make perfect holes in Jerry's head.”

“Think
about it, Barry,” said Harry. “What *couldn't*
Scrappard do? That thing was unstoppable.”

“But
if he *did*
show up,” said Barry, “then he would've broken down the doors and
such. But the only thing here is Jerry, dead in his seat, holes in
his head and his chest dented in. I mean, I could see Scrappard
denting his chest in,” Barry continued, “but the holes in his
head... I just don't know. I'm convinced that it's still something
else.”

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 When it was closing time, Harry got down in the security chair.

“Don't
see why *I*
have to do it,” he muttered. “If Scrappard shows up, I'm dead
meat-”

“-and
if *I*
show up,” said a squeaky voice, “then you're dead meat anyways.”

 “What-” Harry looked through the cameras. “Who-where... the
hell?”

 “The answer to your question fragments is: you're screwed,” said
the voice. Harry flipped to the Show Stage camera and saw that Bosco
and Betty were gone.

 “Oh, God,” he muttered. “It was them... it was them...”

“It
sure *was*
us!” said Bosco. His face suddenly appeared on the screen, his eyes
black with silver pupils, and then he opened his mouth and his
endoskeleton needles jabbed out from his mouth, stabbing through the
camera and leaving the monitor screen with static.

 Harry cried out in shock. He flipped to a different camera and saw
that it worked. He went back to the Show Stage and saw that it was
still static.

 “What did you do to it?” he asked aloud.

 “Broke it,” said Bosco's voice from above.

 Harry looked up and saw Bosco staring in through the ceiling vent.

 “OH MY GOD!!!” Harry grabbed a crowbar from the desk drawer and
jammed it in the vent grating, trapping it shut.

“Well,
*that's*
a good way of telling an individual 'leave me alone',” said Bosco,
retreating down the vent. “Wouldn't you say?”

 “Stop talking!” said Harry. “I'm trying to do my shift!”
Then he stopped. “... Did you kill Jerry?”

“I
dunno,” said Bosco. “I killed *someone*
before he had a chance to introduce himself.”

 “Was he in the office where I'm sitting in now?”

 “Yep!”

“Then
you DID!” Harry yelled. “*Why*?!?”

 “Well, why does the trashman take out the trash?” came Betty's
voice.

 “Uh...” Harry was too scared to speak.

 Then, he heard her reply, whispering and close to his ear:

“'*Cause*
it's gotta be done*.”*

 Before Harry had time to move, two animatronic hands clasped around
his head and rotated his head 180 degrees around to face behind him,
causing his neck to snap. Betty was smiling back at him sweetly.

 She giggled. “Gotcha.” And then she laughed and let go of
Harry's head, causing his body, a look of fear frozen on his face, to
slump down in the chair and then fall to the ground.

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 “This is getting too bizzare,” said Larry. “First Jerry, not
Harry.”

“Who's
*next*
now?” Barry asked.

 “I've no clue,” said Gary, sighing. “But I'm not taking the
next shift.”

“I'm
starting to think it was Scrappard,” said Barry. “It still
doesn't explain the straight punctures through Jerry's head, but
Harry's neck being broken... *that*
was definitely Scrappard.”

 “Well, who takes the next shift?” Larry asked.

 “... Let's draw straws,” said Gary finally.

 “All right,” said Barry. He went to the kitchen and got out a
plastic drinking straw, then cut it into three pieces, two of
identical length and one being shorter. He grapsed them and headed
back.

 “Okay,” he said. “Draw.”

 “I'll go first,” said Gary. He reached out and pulled out a long
straw.

 “I got a long one!” he said in relief.

 “Okay, Larry,” said Barry, “it's just between you and me. If
you draw the long straw, I've got the short one.”

 Larry pinched one of the straws, considering pulling it.

 “No, you don't want that one,” said Barry.

 “Uh-huh,” said Larry doubtfully. “It's the long straw, isn't
it?” He pulled it out.

 It was the short one.

 Barry opened his hand, revealing the long straw. “I warned you.”

 Larry's eyes went wide. “... Damn it.”

 Gary chuckled quietly. “Sorry, man.”

 “It's fine,” Larry sighed. “I'll just bring a crowbar or
something, in case Scrappard shows up.”

“One,”
said Barry, “it was *not*
Scrappard. Two, even if it was, I doubt a crowbar would do anything
against him.”

 “Well, it's worth a shot!” said Larry.

 “Wait,” said Gary. “What if it was Bosco?”

 “Wow, that is such a stupid idea, I feel stupider hearing it,”
said Barry. “Bosco isn't programmed for that, and neither is Betty,
if that's what you're thinking of.”

“Well,
if it *was*
them,” said Larry, “then the crowbar would work-”

 “-and then you'd get fired for beating up the animatronics,”
said Gary. “Is that what you really want?”

 Larry paused. “... No.”

“Exactly,”
said Gary. “So, how about all *three*
of us watch the place tonight? Instead of just one. That way, if the
murderer of Jerry and Harry come back, then one of us can call for
help, and then catch them.”

“That's...
not a bad idea, actually,” said Barry. “And then we could *film*
the murderer so that if we show it to the police, then they would be
able to catch him or her.”

 “Great!” said Larry. “I'm feeling much better about this now.”

“Well,
yeah, now that you have *us*
here with you,” said Gary.

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“Okay,” said Gary. “Everybody ready?”

 “I've got the crowbar,” said Larry.

 “And I've got the camera,” said Barry.

 “And I've got the element of surprise,” came a third voice.

 They paused, looking around. “Gary, check the monitor.”

 Gary checked the monitor and saw that Bosco wasn't on stage, though
Betty was.

 “Yo, guys?” said Gary. “Uh... Bosco's not here.”

“It
*was*
Bosco?!?” Larry cried.

“Now,
now,” said Barry, “we don't have any *proof*
of that yet.”

 There was a shattering sound to their right, and they looked to see
the window having perfect holes punched through them.

 “What the...” Barry walked over to the holes and felt them.
Then, Bosco's head suddenly popped up and his endoskeleton needles
jammed out, through the holes again, two of them piercing through
Barry's hand.

 “OH MY GOD!!!” he cried. “OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!”

 “Get back! Get back!” Larry cried.

 Barry jumped back, Bosco's needles retracting.

 “How did you do that?!” Gary asked Bosco in fright.

 “Well,” said Bosco, “first I opened my mouth, and then I
forced them out.”

“But
how do you *have*
them?” Gary asked.

 “The company installed them in me,” said Bosco, shrugging.

“*Why*???”

 “So that I could have a weapon against intruders.”

 “Wait...” Gary paused. “Intruders?”

 “Yeah,” said Bosco. “Just like you three, and the other two
guys who were here before.”

“Oh,
*that's*
it...!” said Gary, realizing. “Don't you get it, guys? Bosco
thinks we're intruders!”

“But
we're *not*!”
said Larry.

 “That's what you register as to us,” said Betty's voice from the
left window.

 “But... we're... just the security guards,” said Barry, still
holding his hand.

“You
*were*??”
said Bosco incredulously.

 “Yes,” said Gary. “Jerry and Harry were, too, and you killed
them.”

 “Actually,” said Betty, “I was the one who killed Harry.”

“*You*
did!” Larry exclaimed.

 “Yep!” said Betty cheerfully.

 “But why do we register as predators?” Gary asked.

 “I dunno,” said Bosco, shrugging. “You just kinda do.”

 “Is it the criminal database?”

 “... Could be.”

“But
you don't try to kill anyone else. Why security guards, out of *all*
kinds of people?”

 “Well,” said Bosco, “there was a security guard, dressed in
purple, who killed-”

“Oh,
you have got to be *kidding*
me!” said Gary. “Larry, did you?”

 Larry hung his head. “... Yeah. I did set his database for the
purple man. I didn't think he was gonna be killing security guards in
particular, though.”

“For
the love of Christ...” Barry put a hand on his head. “YOUR
OBSESSION WITH *FIVE*
NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S
GOT JERRY AND HARRY KILLED!!!!!”

“No,
it didn't,” said Gary, holding up his hands. “That's going a bit
over the edge here. *Bosco*
and Betty
killed Jerry and Harry.”

 “No, but overall, it was him!” said Barry.

“We
were set for the *purple*
man*?”*
said Bosco.

 “Yeah,” Larry mumbled.

“Larry...”
Betty walked in and put a hand on his shoulder. “The purple man is
fictional. You *know*
he is. So why did you set us for killing him at night?”

 “I dunno,” said Larry. “I just... I like *Five Nights at*
Freddy's*, and I guess... it was starting to influence me. And, I*
was afraid of the purple man coming. So that's why I set your
criminal databases to kill the purple man.”

 “But Larry,” said Gary, “in FNaF 2, that caused the Toys to
kill Jeremy Fitzgerald at night too, remember? Not to mention Fritz
Smith.”

 “Yeah, I know now,” said Larry. “I just wasn't thinking.”

 “You got *that* right,” Barry muttered.

 “So, main point is,” said Gary, “we're not predators.”

 Bosco blinked hard and looked at Betty. She shrugged.

 “All right, then,” said Bosco. “Sorry for killing your two
friends before. Cool?”

 “Yeah,” said Gary. “*Now* we are. Barry, I don't think
so, but thankfully, I'm a forgiving person. So, I forgive you.”

 “Great!” said Bosco, sticking out his hand. “Let's shake on
it!”

 Gary shook Bosco's hand, but Bosco's highly-developed arm joints
activated, causing his arm to suddenly vibrate.

 “GAH!!!” Gary cried, jumping back.

 “Gotcha!” said Bosco, as Betty laughed.

 ***To Be Continued...***