The Boogeyman polished off the last bottle of whiskey in his inventory. He slammed it onto the ground, shattering it into dozens of amber colored pieces. For, probably, the millionth time the Boogeyman peeked out of the manhole. It was nighttime and the full moon was shining above. Boogey desperately wanted to just go out there and be the life of the party, just one last time.
Then he snapped. He couldn't take this silent isolation any longer. He didn't have much time left. There was no more alcohol to drown his sorrows, and he had no friends that would miss him.
The Boogeyman marched down to his bedroom within the night club, threw on his white disco suit, dusted off his dancing shoes, and placed his orange glasses over his reptilian eyes. Boogey growled as he slid a golden ring onto each bony finger. The Boogeyman jumped out of the manhole breathing heavily and angrily through his nose, not caring if the Powerpuff Girls showed up and crashed his party. But no citizens were running away from this creature of the night. In fact, they didn't even bat an eye. They were even dressed up as various creatures, too.
And that's when Boogey remembered: It was Halloween. Boogey gave no thought onto why he finally decided to return to the surface on Halloween, where everybody dressed up as creatures just as horrifying as he is.
Boogey just silently whispered, "Smooth."
Boogey was ecstatic that he would be able to complete his last will, dancing at the Swingin' Rock. Boogey attempted walking as normal as possible, not trying to break into his iconic swag just yet.
A kid passing by the creature dressed as an alien said, "Nice costume, mister."
Boogey gave a large, toothy grin. "It's nothin' much, baby." He pressed on.
The monster turned around a corner and saw it. The Swingin' Rock, Townsville's biggest nightclub. It had blue, red, purple, yellow, and green searchlights on the roof, acting as a beacon to the dance loving monster. There was a long line of people dressed up as monsters marching into the club. And even from outside, you could here the loud thumping techno music from within.
The Boogeyman took his place in line. This was perfect, nobody suspected a thing! The bodyguard at the door eyed Boogey suspiciously, thankfully not asking him to remove his glasses and reveal his reptilian slit-like pupils.
In a gruff voice, the man said, "Alright buddy. You can go in."
Boogey smiled sheepishly. Trying to act as modern as possible, he uttered in his deep basso profundo, "Uh, thanks...buddy."
The man seemed taken aback by the blue skinned creature's odd soothing voice. The double doors were just wide enough to fit the nighttime monster's long curved horns.
When Boogey walked in, he felt right at home. Everybody was dressed up like demons, monsters, and other bizarre creatures. The flashing lights in the dimly lit dance floor, the funky techno beat, the bar, everything was like a blast of nostalgia to the party loving 'villain.'
Boogey immediately made his way to the center of the dancing crowd, taking advantage of the young night. He pulled off dozens of disco moves successfully to the beat of the music. Soon enough, Boogey had the entire crowd immersed in his act. He performed many variations of the point, hustle, electric slide, and many others. Some the surface dwellers have never seen before. The citizens of Townsville has never seen such perfect dancing.
The song was over, and the crowd was in an abrupt applause. Boogey felt his heart rate going up. This was it, he was the life of the party once again.
A woman dressed like a devil walked up to the creature and asked, "What's your name, sugar?"
Boogey gave a pleasant laugh. "Baby, you could just call me: THE BOOGEYMAN!" The crowd cheered louder.
They began cheering, "Boogeyman! Boogeyman! Boogeyman!"
Boogey grinned maliciously, "People tell me, what do you do when things get funkeh?"
"Blame it on the Boogey!"
The disco star smiled warmly inside, taking himself back to the glory days. "What about when things get creepeh!" He held a hand up to where an ear would be if he was human.
"Blame it on the Boogey!" The crowd chanted.
Time for the finisher. "And how about when things get grooveh?"
"BLAME IT ON THE BOOGEY!" The crowd went wild as the next song came on.
Boogey led the crowd in a line dance once they memorized his moves. And eventually he led the crowd into a line dance. The Boogeyman was feeling great. Everybody loved him, he was the celebrity of the club, and those cursed Powerpuff Brats weren't here to crash to party.
But all good things must come to an end. Boogey was sitting at the bar with a couple of fellow patrons having a shot of vodka.
He then peered over his glasses and looked out the door. The sun was already breaking through the horizon. Normally, Boogey would be fairly concerned about his life being in grave danger at this very moment. But instead, the dark favoring monster smiled. He didn't care. He didn't have anything to live for. He did everything he wanted to do in life, and now he must depart from the Earth. Boogey got up, just noticing he towered over most humans.
"My friends," He began. "I must go now. I shall see you all in the next life, my brothers."
Before anybody could ask what he meant, he already turned his back, his horns almost clubbing a man in the head. Boogey walked out the double door, the guard up front was strangely not present. In the bright sunlight, Boogey still gave an award winning smile. Everyone inside the dark club gathered at the doorway.
The burning sun took it's ungrateful toll on the party animal. It started to melt his blue skin around his mouth. The skin slid off and plopped onto the ground, leaving bare green flesh around Boogey's still smiling mouth. His disco suit caught fire and his dirty finger nails peeled off. The pain rushing through Boogey's figure was unimaginable, but his heart was in the right place as he fought the urge to scream.
From the burning sun overheating his body, Boogey's heart beat faster and faster until it evolved into a small, fiery, explosion. One just big enough to blow a hole through the demon's chest. Green blood dripped from the large wound and steam was emitting from where Boogey's heart used to be. Boogey started to melt. Still giving a lopsided smile, he fell to his liquefied knees, now they were just bluish piles of a goopey substance. The iconic curved horns fell out of their sockets and clanged onto the ground. And eventually Boogey's body just collapsed into a big mess of disintegrating bones and a charred disco suit floating in a gloppy blue puddle.
The crowd at the door was at a complete loss for words. They didn't know whether to weep, cheer, call the girls, or feel anything at all.
...Darkness. That's what Boogey felt. His eyelids shook as he strained to open them, as if he was waking up for the first time. He was lying flat on his back, still in his white disco attire, looking up at flashing purple and red lights up above.
Then, a familiar voice was heard. "Fashionably late again Boogey?"
The monster blinked in surprise and abruptly sat up. In front of him was his slimy worm friend wearing a red hat with a green feather. Boogey looked behind the smiling worm and saw everybody standing on the glossy disco floor greeting their newly arrived friend. It was all of Boogey's old friends, the ones disintegrated by those genocidal Powerpuffs.
Boogey gave a large smile filled with razor sharp teeth. He stood up, reached in his pocket, and whipped out a pair of orange glasses he smoothly placed over his eyes.
"As always, brother. Now people," The crowd of monsters already began cheering. They knew what was coming. "LET'S BOOGEY!"
The Boogeyman rocks. And yes, he did end up in monster heaven- err...monster hell...the afterlife of disco, okay?