Mission in Progress || Boombox Biograft Fic Thing

Chapter 6: A Break-In

At around 5:00 AM the next morning, Boombox jolted awake. Normally he was a deep sleeper, but thousands of loud alarms and "MEET YOUR DEMISE"s don't exactly soothe the soul.

It took him a while to realize what was happening. "Meet your... wha...? OH!" Boombox hurriedly put on his visor, took his boombox (and his phone for good measure), and looked around for an escape route, still somewhat discombobulated.

The Biografts were approaching.

With no time to lose, Boombox jumped from his bedroom window, landing head-first on the concrete. Luckily, he was used to it with all the prior concussions he'd given himself in phights. He sprinted to the Playground bridge, swinging under it with only a bit of difficulty. Slingshot taught him how to do that.

Boombox was hyperventilating. He didn't know his life-or-death instincts could kick in so fast. "Oh... my... Illumina... what... JUST HAPPENED?! WHAT DO I DO?! I DON'T HAVE MY- oh, wait, yeah I do!" Boombox proudly pulled out his phone. "Man, I'm smarter than I thought! Well, actually, smarter than everyone else thought... and still thinks... what was I just doing? RIGHT, yeah, getting help!"

Boombox didn't want to call the police, both because they would take WAY too long and because he doubted he'd be taken seriously if he said his apartment had been raided by a bunch of robots. He cringed thinking about how that conversation would go. "Yeah, definitely not."

Even though Skateboard would never let Boombox forget about the break-in (which Boombox probably wouldn't anyways), he was definitely more reliable. So, Boombox's hand ended up shakily pressing the 'call' button on Skate's profile. He didn't even know if he was up, but it was worth a try.

*RING*

*RING*

"Ugh, what do you want, Boom... it's 5 AM, man..." A sleepy skater picked up his phone.

"Uh, yeah, sorry about that, um... It's kind of an emergency."

Boombox could hear Skateboard sitting up. "What is it?" He seemed a bit more awake now.

"So my house got raided by a bunch of Biografts..."

Silence.

"...BAHAHAHAHAHA---OH MY GOSH, IT ACTUALLY HAPPENED... COIL, WAKE UP! YOU WERE RIGHT!"

Coil's voice could be heard in the distance. "I TOLD YOU! I WANT MY TWENTY BUX, SKATE!"

Boombox was confused. "Wait, you guys made a bet on this? DUDE, I JUST GOT MY PLACE DEMOLISHED! YOU COULDA WARNED ME!"

Skateboard wheezed. "I... I guess that makes us even!---PFFFFTHAHAHAHA-"

"OH, C'MON! THAT WAS A SURPRISE!" Boombox found himself grinning a bit, too.

"Yeah, some surprise THAT was! Oh, look, Coil, there are the Biografts! SHEESH, bro! I don't think you're getting your apartment back..."

"Ooooh, yeah, Boombox, you miiight wanna stay with us for now... wait, where even are you?"

"Uhh, I'm under the Playground bri- hold on, be quiet."

Loud rumbling came from above where Boombox was hiding. The Biografts were probably heading to Blackrock. That's when Boombox remembered:

He had left Bio at his apartment.

Bio was probably getting taken back to Blackrock.

If Subspace figured out what had happened to one of his creations, both Boombox and Bio would be in some serious danger.