Mission in Progress || Boombox Biograft Fic Thing

Chapter 11: A Reunion

The front door to Blackrock Laboratory slammed shut, Subspace's footsteps following shortly after. "HYPERLASER, WHAT WERE YOU DOING JUST NOW?!"

Hyperlaser had to think of something, fast. "Just came back from a search. Couldn't find any more clues... hey, speaking of clues, how's your phone investigation going?" He knew Subspace loved to rant about his achievements, so this would be an easy distraction. He wasn't very fond of how long Subspace could rant for, though.

"My... phone investigation? OH, RIGHT! I only started a little bit ago, since 9349 was my top priority and I had to get some new subjects, but it's going well so far!! Unlocking the thing wasn't too hard, since its owner isn't very bright in the head... AHEM!! Anyway, finding his past location was easy, as the phone still thought he was in the cold!! So from that I gathered that he had last been near here, but since you were out at the place he allegedly was when this phone was dropped, you would've seen him and caught him for me... RIGHT?!"

Hyperlaser stopped zoning out. "Yes, of course. Couldn't find him, though. What a shame..." He moved in front of the doorway. He didn't want Subspace to go out looking for Boombox himself.

Subspace sighed. "Ugh... for a Playgrounder, that musician is INCREDIBLY sneaky!! He probably learned from the Crystal Criminal... GAH!! Why didn't I THINK of that?! Of course he did!!" The inventor angrily facepalmed, then returned to his original demeanor. "Oh, well! I can still test out my new-and-improved inventions on some other demons!!" His mask covered up his evil smile. This was Hyperlaser's cue to leave.

"Hm, well good luck on your mission. Try to use the soundproofed room this time. Demons screaming for their loved ones isn't quite as pleasant for me as it is for you." As he started to walk away, he heard Subspace skip into one of his torture rooms. It wasn't soundproof.

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Boombox ran through the freezing cold until he felt he was far enough away from Subspace's laboratory to stop. He zipped up his jacket, set his mechanical friend down in the snow, and caught his breath, each inhale seeming to freeze his lungs. After his heart rate slowed down enough, Boombox thought about his options.

On one hand, Hyperlaser did say that Boombox's friends were near, so he would only have to run a few more minutes.

On the other hand, though, he figured that Biograft would be a helpful guide... but it still had the tracker on it. He'd have to go to Medkit again if he didn't want to get hunted down, and he knew that what Medkit had done for him before was a one-time thing.

Maybe a tracker would be easier to change than a memory chip.

"Please work out..."

Luckily for Boombox, it was much easier to remove a Biograft's tracker than it was a memory chip. Since nobody was trying to remove a tracker from a Blackrock machine, or even get close to it in the first place, all he had to do was find a circular disk (conveniently labeled 'T') behind Bio's decorated horn, yank it off, and destroy it. Boombox found the destroying part rather enjoyable.

He turned the Biograft on, hoping it would start up. What did Biografts run on, anyways?

Boombox, shrouded in his thoughts, was unaware of the now-conscious Biograft staring at him.

"BOOMBOX."

He jumped away from the Biograft, shocked, then smiled. "Bio! Man, if you knew all the trouble I went through to get you back-"