Mission in Progress || Boombox Biograft Fic Thing

Chapter 1: A New Plan

A/N (Author's Note): This was made on a laptop so apologies if it looks weird on a different device (I'm looking at you Samsung fridge users)

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Subspace let out a pained sigh. It was what seemed like the thousandth time the Crystal Criminal had overpowered his Biografts. Honestly, if it weren't for his determination to avenge Blackrock, he would have given up catching that stupid Playgrounder by now.

He knew the Biografts weren't the problem. Subspace had tried every possible way to fix and develop the robots, and every time they had gotten just a bit closer to finally bringing the crystal-snatching thief to justice. (Or, really, what Subspace believed "justice" was: boosting his ego.)

Now, it was time for a new approach. One that Subspace would have never thought of if he wasn't on his last string of hope:

Nonviolence.

It already sounded like a failing idea, but it was the last thing the inventor could think of. He didn't want to invest TOO many Biografts into the plan, though, so he chose one of his weakest (and most curious) to be the prototype for the task.

"BIOGRAFT #9349!"

"YES, CREATOR."

"Try to hunt down the Crystal Criminal the LEAST violent way you possibly can! Manipulate someone, lie, I DON'T CARE! Just DO NOT attack, EVER!!"

"AFFIRMATIVE, CREATOR. WHERE DO I GO FIRST?"

Subspace hadn't thought about that yet. "UHHH, CROSSROADS! Crossroads, yes..." He figured the more demons, the better chances this outlandish plan had of working out somehow.

"OKAY, CREATOR. EXITING LABORATORY NOW."

"Good luck, my child!"

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Boombox had just exited his Playground apartment, and was going to head to Crossroads to go for a little stroll. He had the time off, and he didn't have any plans. It was rare he actually got to... walk around freely by himself. It was weird, but Boombox enjoyed weird, so he didn't mind.

The DJ crossed the Playground bridge, a little skip in every step he took. His boombox was saddled on his shoulder, sending energizing soundwaves through his body. He was about to pay a visit to Slingshot at his cafe, or maybe even Rocket at Ranged Royale when he noticed something... odd.

A Biograft? In... Crossroads?

Yeah, no, those words did NOT sound right in the same sentence.

Boombox cautiously walked over to the Biograft. Technically, Bio was his friend (well, that's what he thought), so it wouldn't be too much of an issue if he chatted with it a bit, right?

He was... right, actually. Wow.

"HELLO."

The Biograft greeted Boombox in a robotic, yet still somewhat welcoming way.

"Hey, Bio! Whatcha doin' around Crossroads? Did... did Subspace send you here?" Boombox's voice quivered a bit just thinking about the psychotic demon.

"AFFIRMATIVE. MY CREATOR HAS SENT ME HERE IN THE HOPES OF COMPLETING AN IMPORTANT MISSION."

"What's the mission?"

"IT IS CLASSIFIED."

"Oh, okay! In that case, I'll be on my way, then! Nice speaking to you, Biograft!" Boombox gave the machine a little wave before leaving... almost.

"WAIT."

"Hm?" He was about to get jumped, wasn't he?

"DO YOU WANT TO FORM AN ALLIANCE?"

"You mean be friends? Sure, I'd love to!" He would have, in fact, loved to be friends officially with a Biograft, but this all seemed a bit sudden...

"OKAY." And the Biograft had left, just like that.

There goes Boombox's relaxing day.

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Boombox lay in his bed, thinking. About today. About the Biograft encounter. About making a new friend. It all seemed funky to him.

"Eh, it's fine, BB. Just sleep it off. You'll have a real chill day tomorrow. Maybe you'll actually end up going to Sling's cafe this time..." He whispered to himself. He had a bit of trouble falling asleep that night, but it was alright. He'd probably doze through half the day tomorrow anyways.

After a while, Boombox finally drifted off to sleep.

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"Ah, 9349, you're back! How'd it go today?" Subspace enthusiastically asked the returning Biograft. "IT WENT WELL, CREATOR. I HAVE BEFRIENDED ONE OF 'THEM.'"

"A PLAYGROUNDER?!" Subspace was shocked. He had honestly expected the robot to misinterpret his orders and go on a killing spree. Biografts were murder machines, after all. Apparently Subspace couldn't predict anything the Biografts did anymore, though, because it had not only made friends (which Subspace knew was a possibility), it had done so with the ENEMY! (Well, one of the enemies. There was still Medkit.)

Subspace regained himself. "...Ahem! That's great! What will you be doing with this new 'friend' of yours?"

"I DO NOT KNOW."

"WHAT DO YOU- ugh..." Subspace facepalmed. It was no use arguing with a near-mindless robot.

"Fine, FINE! JUST... DO THE SAME THING TOMORROW, I DON'T KNOW! MAKE YOURSELF USEFUL!"

"AFFIRMATIVE, CREATOR. POWERING OFF."

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I can't believe I'm actually doing this what 😭