The Little Restaurant of Horror
All shops have their secrets... some are darker than others...
Bob's Burgers belong to Loren Bouchard
Business was slow these days; even though he was doing his best, the customers were just not biting his offer for his superior quality items. How could this be possible? He had the best ingredients, he had talent and the building was clean.
``Boooob, what are you thinking about? Shouldn't you be cooking burgers?'' said a voice behind him; it was Linda, looking at him throughout her glasses. Although she could speak of common sense sometime, her advice was nothing more than of mere annoyance the rest of the time, making him wonder why he was listening to her in the first place. However, when it was filtered, it could prove to be enjoyable...
``Linda, I'm just taking a break; can't you see that I'm trying to find a new recipe?'' he told her, looking at the grill, wondering if he would be able to find a solution to his problem, although he had the impression that it wouldn't be the case.
``Oh you don't have to be that way, mister pissypants'' she told him, as she left the kitchen, leaving him alone. As he was trapped in his thoughts, he didn't realize that the door of the restaurant opened, for someone entered the building.
It was Mr. Fischoeder, seeking to collect the rent for this month; like each time, the Belchers were late on the payment and he wanted to hear why they were unable to pay on time. Perhaps the reason this time would be amusing or even logical, although there was a chance that it wouldn't be...
``Oh Bob, do you have a minute? I would like to discuss the rent with you'' said Fischoeder, as he approached the kitchen, trying to grab the attention of Bob, who was still lost in his thoughts. As he was about to tap on the shoulder of Bob, he slipped on small puddle of cooking grease and hit his head against the oven, snapping Bob out of his reflections.
``Is there someone out there?... Oh God, Mr. Fischoeder!'' Bob said, as he approached the unconscious body of his land lord, trying to figure out if the incident killed him or not. It would quite a blow if it would be the case...
Or would it be? It could be the answer he was seeking all along; looking around, making sure no one was close, he decided to close the lights and drag Mr Fishoeder in the basement. As he got down, he made sure not to awaken him, for he had bigger plans for him...
``Dad, why do we hear cries comming from the basement?'' asked Gene, as he was looking at the door leading toward it, the sounds distracting temporarily from his main attraction, his beloved keyboard.
``Oh, those. Well, it's the freezer running a bit loud; I'll go fix it, before it burns out'' said Bob, as he opened the door and closed it behind him, making sure that no one would follow him. No one had to discover his secret...
``Honey, when you'll get back, can you make another round of your special burgers? These ones are amazing'' said Linda, as she walked in the restaurant, biting in a burger, visibly enjoying the taste.
There laid Mr Fischoeder, tied against a pillar, an arm and leg missing, trying to scream but a gag stopping him. His wounds were cauterized, so he wouldn't die of blood loss; after all, it would ruin everything...
``Don't struggle, Mr Fischoeder, it won't hurt... too much. You see, you are the answer to my prayers, the ingredient I was seeking for so long. Who could have thought that you would be such a delicious ingredient?'' said Bob, as he grabbed the other arm and readied his butcher knife...