Mission in Progress || Boombox Biograft Fic Thing

Chapter 8: A Search

A/N: On my birthday grind rn 🐺🐺🐺

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"MY GREATEST INVENTION!"

"GAH!"

Boombox immediately shot up from his bed, only to be met with Skateboard, who was breaking down laughing.

"Oh, my... you should've seen your face... look how pale you are!"

Coil came into the room, glaring at Skateboard. Boombox could still see a small smirk on his face, though. "C'mon, Skate, that's just mean! Besides, your Subspace impression is absolutely terrible..."

"Hater!"

The previous night, Boombox had gone back to Playground to sleep at Skate's place, since, well... yeah. He just needed a little rest stop before he went to Blackrock to look for Bio (which he didn't tell Skate and Coil about; they just assumed he was staying there until he got enough bux to repair his apartment). The last thing he needed was his own friend trying to scare him with the very thing he feared most at the moment.

Boombox scowled at the other two. "Why'd you even wake me up, anyways? I need my sleep, y'know..."

"Okay, first off, we don't need sleep. Second off, you really need to stop snoozing so much..." Skateboard took a deep breath before continuing. "And third off, me and Coil are going to the skatepark later, and we just wanted to tell you so you don't think we died or something." He rolled his eyes.

"You coulda just texted me..."

Coil perked up. "I actually thought of that, but Skate over here wanted to 'give you a nice little wake up call'. Don't blame me."

Boombox pouted before retreating back under the covers. "M'kay... have fun at the skatepark, I guess... now let me sleep!" And just like that, Boombox had dozed off again. At least, that's what Skateboard and Coil thought.

"Man, this guy really needs to start staying up later!"

"Hey, cut him some slack. You'd be tired if you had to work at Sling's cafe for a day, too." Coil teased before Boombox heard the bedroom door close. After that, the front door.

The coast was clear.

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Borrowing some clothes from Skateboard's closet, Boombox got dressed and left a note on the kitchen table as he was heading out.

"Gonna be at Sling's cafe for a while today, don't text or call me. P.S. - Your fashion taste sucks lol"

He added that last part just to offend Skateboard, but, in his opinion, at least, he wasn't entirely wrong...

Boombox made sure to take his phone, visor, and boombox, because... eh, why not. It may come in handy later! He stepped outside, breathing in the air around him. He decided he should make his possibly final moments some of his best.

"Maybe Bio's still at my apartment!" Boombox thought. He was trying to be as optimistic as possible, but he still felt a hint of dread. He checked his apartment, which, as expected, was DEMOLISHED, and also had no Biograft inside. Sighing, Boombox knew he actually had to go to Blackrock. No excuses.

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"YES, KEEP SCREAMING!! YOUR ANGUISH FILLS ME WITH JOY- oh, 9349! What is it?!" Subspace stopped mid-monologue to address the idle Biograft.

"CREATOR, THE OTHERS HAVE INFORMED ME OF A 'MISSION'. HOWEVER, I CANNOT RECALL HAVING ONE."