Beau sat on the couch opposite from Bobo, the energy creature. Luckily, the bluish cloud was unusually subdued.
Beau stared dubiously, “Looks scary.”
“Not really,” shrugged Frank. “Bobo’s okay. He’s just playful. We think he’s a child.”
Cloudy tendrils slowly streamed from Bobo, reaching for a jar of small AA batteries.
“No!” scolded Frank. “No sweets before bedtime.” Frank explained, “Bobo loves batteries, but he gets hyper. Starts flying around the room and knocking things over.”
Beau pointed at the large, crudely patched area on the wall bordering the garage. “What happened there?”
Frank sighed. “That’s when Bobo found the car battery.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers. Look here for the original prompt and links to many other stories: https://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2016/03/02/4-march-2016/