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[poisonous-properties]

(This is the second part of the ask before 👍) 

He took a few deep breaths, repressing his uncertainty. Boombox’s gaze shifted to the dummy’s crude, mocking smile for what felt like the first time. Scrutinizing it, he knew that Subspace wanted him to demonstrate his ability by making the Biograft stationed beside him maul it. So that’s what he would do, then he would get out of here. He could do this, he had to do this. 

Music swelled from his gear, notes untangling into a low, longing yet determined melody, accompanied by signals which emanated from Boombox and his gear, searching for the Biograft beside him. His visor displayed static as he listened for the signals the Biografts were giving off, hoping to sync with them.

All of the Biografts in the room simultaneously lit up bright green. 

The connection was made. 

It was like Boombox’s consciousness was suddenly fractured, but not broken, existing in many places at once like music from a radio station. It was strenuous and completely unexpected but …painless? He couldn’t tell, he was completely disoriented. His vision was no longer obscured by static, but was a strange collage of different perspectives of the same sight. This wasn’t completely new, he had felt his consciousness and vision be shared between himself and a few Biografts before, but it usually stayed more centred on him—it was never to this degree or scale before. He saw himself stagger backward from all sides at once, his stomach churning with nausea, especially as he heard, or maybe thought the robots’ collective observation that their target had moved. 

The music confusedly repeated the same crescendo over and over like a broken record.  

Panic and fear resurfaced as Boombox processed that he had connected to all of the Biografts—but he still had to demonstrate his ability despite being completely out of his depth, it was his only way out. …He realized he didn’t know if he could break of out the hive mind now. The panic threatened to take over again; he tried to breathe but it felt like his chest was being held down by metal. He had to focus on attacking the dummy, focus-

Subspace watched the Playgrounder standing there, his visor completely lit up, astonished by his own power, hyperventilating, though he didn’t seem to realize he was. This was very interesting. (?)

It seemed that the Biografts reacted to Boombox’s thoughts, turning to face the dummy and targeting it without Boombox actively commanding them to. He stared at it through all of their optics, seeing the dummy from all sides simultaneously, amazed by the speed of their reaction on top of everything else—it felt almost natural. The beat of the music became harsh and percussive—anticipating the return of the chorus—as he focused on the dummy too, ready to attack to get the excess panic and electricity out of his body. 

Boombox deliberately commanded the Biografts to attack the dummy and its irritating smile—just run at it and stab it the way they do in phights—raising the tempo and volume of the music. Making them move was unnervingly natural again, almost like he was attacking the dummy himself. Once the signal was received, the robots immediately acted, their sharp movements choreographed by their code, enveloping the dummy, slashing it and dodging air and each other in a dizzying dance—perfectly synched with the faster, louder echo of the prior longing melody, the hints of determination crescendoing until they overpowered its sadness—until both the melody and the dummy were shredded and unrecognizable.

Subspace watched Boombox circle the metal storm like a bird of prey, though Subspace noted that Boombox seemed to be completely synched with Subspace’s robots, unaware of himself. Obviously that would have consequences, he theorized that Boombox’s consciousness was lost somewhere in the radio signals in the air or split between his robots. (?)

When it all ended everything became suddenly still and quiet. The clamorous swirl of action and exertion from maintaining control catching up to Boombox once the dummy was destroyed, dizziness and dark static rapidly overtaking him. Then he noticed that it felt like a knife went through his brain. He swayed for a moment, the same moment that the Biografts’ lights faded back to orange; he felt like he was nowhere, like he didn’t exist at all as he fell, sinking into static.

(Boombox passed out because he overextended himself and his brain couldn’t comprehend or process that amount of information that quickly)

(I don’t think any of that made sense)

(Please tell me if there are inconsistencies from one ask to the next)

(May I please have your permission to steal some of the stuff that you wrote for the fic? You’re literally writing half of the plot so I would need to steal from you to write it at all, but I will credit you a lot and add a link to this blog, and your main blog if you want :D) 

-💚💎

“well would you look at that…”

he analyzed each and every little detail of the encounter, down to colour and sound. Subspace seemed delighted that the experiment went so well… not to mention he gathered up a lot of interesting information on how exactly Boombox could do this. his only eye lingered on the gear as he waited for the energy of the crystal to cool down a bit

after couple moments the scientist, accompanied by a couple Biografts, walked into the room with a clipboard and some protective gloves.

the inphernal opened up Boombox’s gear, making a quick sketch of the machine’s innards before gently removing the crystal and observing it. the object fizzled and made a noise akin to that of tv static, it was tinted a shade greener and behaved… differently from the other tripmines in Subspace’s possession. making a gesture towards one of his robots, it brought over a container in which Subspace placed the mine.

he held it close to himself and ordered the robots to pick the DJ up, promptly bringing him to a small (and admittedly much comfier) room. it had a bed, a nightstand with a lamp on it, a cabinet, and a chair… the bare minimum to keep his subject entertained, not to mention the hidden cameras and surveillance in the room.

Subspace and his robots then left, the door locking behind them as the inphernal made his way back to his lab, a tab on his monitor opened to the room BB was kept in.

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-💚💎 (hello this is who I am …it’s me again. I’m so sorry if this is disappointing, but I don’t think that it should be very surprising. Thanks again for answering my ask on your main blog :) )

When Subspace questioned how Boombox had obtained the crystals, Boombox’s mind flashed back to the memory of how all this had started—the crystalline catalyst; a dead Biograft Coil hauled back with him from an especially successful heist—he called it a souvenir with a proud smirk on his face. He, Skate, Sling, and Boombox proceeded to disembowel the thing, Coil explaining everything he knew about the robots and how to fight them based off the weak points in their design. Boombox remembered that he had been able to pick up on snippets of the signals that came off the Biografts before, but never able to access them himself—he decided the still glowing crystal lodged in its broken core was his way in.

The pang of panicked loneliness that resurfaced with the memory that still lingered behind his eyes, and the resulting motivation to get this over with was what compelled him to walk up to the crystals—which radiated heat and light like melted steel—and, without a moment of hesitation, grab one with his bare hands. 

Subspace thought that that was incredibly stupid. He really was desperate.

A jolt of pure, burning energy coursed up Boombox’s arm. He was caught off guard by the strength of the shock, used to it being weaker from only using crystals that were mostly dead and having gloves. He didn’t let go despite the pain, only squeezing his eyes shut and tensing at the agony as he let it burn through the skin of one palm, his other hand poised to the side—it was too late to stop now. The pain lessened as an arc of electricity flowed through his opposite palm back to the crystal, colouring it bright green as it passed through it to his other hand and back up through his arm. 

Boombox exhaled, the room silent except for his shaking breaths. A new, steady green glow pierced the ambiant white light and contrasted the heat of the orange, catching Subspace’s eye. Boombox’s eyes refocused, the crystal was hovering above a raw, spiked burn that sprawled up his arm, flashes of electricity jumping from it to his palms. His heart rate spiked as pure energy and adrenaline was pumped through his veins, his horns glowing brighter than what was natural; he could feel it buzzing inside him, searching for an outlet. He didn’t have time to dwell on the fact that this had never happened before.

“H-how much energy’s in these things!?” He asked as an exclamation, not actually wanting an answer. For a moment, he was mesmerized by the flashes of electricity and the exhilaration of having it in his veins.

Boombox mentally shook himself—he had to focus, he had to get out of this place. Hastily kneeling down to his gear, the crystal floated perfectly into place before he could put it in himself. Subspace noticed the fraction of control the Playgrounder seemed to somehow already have over the crystal (?). The interior of Boombox’s gear was immediately illuminated, the outer lights matching the glow and hue of Boombox’s electrified horns. As he stood up straight with his boombox clutched in his unburned hand, the energy settled into him as it continued to circle, beginning to feel natural—harmonizing with him. Was this how Coil always felt? It would explain a lot about the guy. 

Boombox felt powerful.

(Sorry for not paying attention to the warning that he’d have to handle them with caution)

(AND IM SO SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT and if the quality goes down, I don’t have as much time to work on this rn)

(Also please tell me if this sound at all pretentious and/or cringe T-T)

-💚💎

(responding to this ask in the next portion of it)

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Rainbow moved her foot out of the way before the bear trap clamped onto her carpet, "Oh shi-"

Bear Trap yanked the chain, pulling the carpet towards her and Rainbow fell off landing onto the ground with a thud (in the family guy death pose)

"Ow, you are getting hit for that!"

She stood up and tried to adopt a fighting stance, as close as she remembered how Coil would.

"Seriously, just let her go, I didn't come alone"

Was she bluffing? Who knows, Rainbow had the reputation of being a wild card and a trickster so who's to say she was telling the truth.

“aw, really? and where’re yer other little friends comin’ to save you? i say ya pack it up before you end up in th’ labs too”

Bear Trap stared at the carpet, it seemed oddly sturdy for some fabric… she didn’t exactly pay too much mind to it as she also got into a fighting position

“not ta mention, we got our own reinforcements ‘ere… if ya wanna get t’ yer friend up in the labs you’ll have t’ pry it outta Blackrock’s cold, dead hands”

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Rainbow panicked for a moment when the Biograft grabbed Kirin, but she couldn't do anything reckless like she usually did, she had to be careful.

"Let her go, or you'll be dealin' with more than just me."

She pointed at Bear Trap, the stars floating in front of her finders like they were bullets and her hand was the gun.

She glared at Bear Trap before firing the stars, they shot past her and hit one of the Biograft's in the head causing it to let go of Kirin as it tried to pry out the stars

"Heh, Phee's trainin' actually paid off, now do you want to end up like that? Or do ya want to make this easy for me?"

Bear Trap stared at the now struggling Biograft, and then back at Rainbow. she sighed, but admittedly was sort of excited— itd been a while since she’s had a good fight.

“why don’t ya come down ‘ere and then we can talk?”

the worker threw a chain with a bear trap tied to it towards Rainbow, it clamped down on the carpet as she yanked it back towards herself in an attempt to throw the stranger off balance

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After the raucous upheaval of being forced into the test chamber, it’s sudden, complete silence was deafening. Boombox tensed, watching each of the motionless Biografts around the room, his eyes wide and his breaths shallow. Pressing against the aching wound on his stomach, he held his boombox closer, as if the Biografts would all suddenly attack and take it from him again. He flinched as Subspace’s loud disembodied voice pierced through the silence, hardly processing the demand that still rung in his ears as he looked around for the source. 

Boombox’s skin crawled as he unsteadily rose to his feet, aware that Subspace was watching him, likely amused by his obvious fear. He hated it—being examined as an experiment, a subject, and not as a person, having no way to protect himself or escape other than playing along; the sheer lack of control—and having his pain be amusing. The ‘reward’ for his cooperation was likely just being kept alive slightly longer, or… becoming like Coil 2.0. Subspace would probably see that as a good thing. 

…Coil wouldn’t abandon him here, right? 

 Before letting himself spiral into the pure, soul freezing fear of being completely alone, trapped in a foreign faction at the mercy of someone who wanted to torture him, he forced himself to focus on the moment. If he survived this, he would have a higher chance of escaping and getting back to his friends. He had to do what Subspace had told him to do to survive now.

The Biograft. 

Control it. 

After a deep breath Boombox checked his gear for damage. It had been scuffed and dented, but nothing critical; a small relief. He couldn’t sense any severe damage inside either; fortunately, his gear seemed functional. He took a few steps closer to the robot. 

Another breath.

He was about to connect to the Biograft—a low, yet mildly discordant hum of layered harmonies beginning to emanate from his boombox not quite rhythmically, his vision blurring as his visor flashed with static—but then he felt that familiar, sickening phantom barrier of the connection being denied graze the edge of his consciousness, the robot’s carefully crafted security recognizing the attempt at outside influence. A new wave of dread crashed into him as the room reverted to suffocating silence. How could he forget the reason he had fallen into this trap?

“…shit.”

The crystals had shattered. Or maybe just ran out of energy. Either way, they failed him at the last moment—the moment that Coil had opened the door to this godsdamned laboratory. Frantically, he placed his gear on the ground and opened the panel on the back, revealing its inner workings. He dug past the wires and snagged the fragments around his shaking fingers, pulling them from their haphazard connections. 

He stared down at the shining, drained crystals in his palms, as colourless and broken as shattered ice, and he guessed that Subspace was staring too. 

“These w-were Biograft crystals,” Boombox decided that explaining was the next best thing to do. He held the crystals out for scrutiny. “I-I used them to bypass the Biograft’s security—they made the Biograft’s think that I was a Biograft, th-that’s how I was able to give them commands,” he spoke quickly, his voice cracking slightly. 

He clenched his fists around the useless pieces, letting the sharp edges dig into his skin, and took a second to pull together enough confidence to stand up straight and state the obvious with as little fear as possible. “I need another Biograft crystal.”

(Help I don’t actually know how radios work)

(Hey I’m so sorry for not being here, I had some stuff going on. Do you want me to submit one of these off anon so you can know what my account is or..?  Also please tell me if Boombox seems too scared or not scared enough or ooc)

(Also, since Subspace has a scorpion tail I want to give Boombox animal features but I don’t know what to give him. If you have a preferred animal for Boombox, can I please use that? It’s ok if not 👍) 

-💚💎 (Boombox using crystals was why I chose these emojis lol)

Subspace’s voice spiked up on the intercom again

“and how did you manage to get those in the first pla-”

the scientist paused in the middle of his sentence, it was dead quiet, the atmosphere was tense.

“you filthy playgrounder.”

his voice took a sour and judgemental tone, despite the fact that Boombox couldn’t see him the DJ could feel the inphernal staring at him— and it made his skin crawl

“fine. i’ll hand you another. but don’t expect me to be so kind to you”

in just a couple minutes another robot walked into the room from what seemed like some hidden doorway, handing him three new crystals and walking out as the exit closed itself off. the crystals seemed to be newly made, glowing brightly and fizzling with energy, he’d have to handle them with caution

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(ooc: Yo, moot of 🦄🍰 anon, they asked me to get my oc to go save em lol)

Rainbow didn't like the cold, she didn't like Blackrock either but she wasn't leaving without at least one of her friends.

Subspace and Bear Trap closed in on Kirin, she had to act now 'Crap, alright Rain, time to put on a little show'

A few star-like projectiles were shot and dug into the ground at the duo's feet, they looked up to see the shooting star above on her magic carpet.

"Hey morons! I ain't losing another friend to this hell hole of a faction so kindly back off!"

She had more stars in her hands, she wasn't good at mele so she had to be careful not to let them get too close.

"Don't make me say it again."

(ooc: idk what I'm doing bro lol)

Subspace glared up at Rainbow, clearly angry of ANOTHER inphernal ending up in Blackrock and trying to mess with him. he clicked his fingers and made some vague gesture towards the small group of Biografts, at sight of his command the robots grabbed the anon (with the bear trap… they weren’t too keen on trying to remove it) and headed inside slowly. carrying a whole inphernal with some heavy gear on it was hard considering they were only 5, at least the intruder precautions had been removed.

Bear trap wasn’t in much of a fighting mood right now— hell, she wasn’t in the mood to do anything ever— but she figured she’d try her best to keep the stranger at bay whilst Subspace carries on with his plans… she really wants a new job.

all she did was ready up, holding tight at the chain wrapped around one of her arms that connected to a different bear trap and then spoke up

“wasn’t our fault your little friend ‘ere decided ta take a stroll in the labs, they could be dead meat any minute now”

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Making quick peeks at the map and escape route, she makes her way to the fire exit; But on the way, she spots a discarded Betagraft chainsaw sword, this could be useful!

<Kirin/🦄🍰anon has now obtained: Beta Chainsaw Sword!>

=-=INTRUDER ALERT=-=

"SHIT, gotta dash!"

And she was right, the Biografts and Betas were gonna see her, so she quickly made her escape through the exit!

"This was almost too easy!"

She says to herself, as she now wields the Chainsaw sword in hand, she may have almost escaped, but she isn't out of danger yet! She must be on guard!!

-🦄🍰anon

the cold weather of blackrock immediately became apparent, seems like they’ve got well heated buildings if the difference in temperature was this big…

outside held a big statue, presumably one of the higherups had it erected in their name (despite them doing practically nothing for the great faction of blackrock half the time! it was odd…) and it stood tall, not tall enough to be bigger than the building, but it was surely tall. there was some seating around it that presumably went unused with all the snow around it, and some big unobstructed walkways that seemed to be perfectly clean? no snow no ice not anything, it wasn’t even the slightest bit wet… technology seems very advanced here

just a few steps in and something clamps down on your leg- really hard. looks like someone thought you’d come by here… and upon further inspection it seemed to be a bear trap of sorts? sharp pain travelled up your body as it kept digging in before coming to a halt. it hurt like a bitch and was damn hard to move too.

then suddenly, a demon with jagged horns and a thick winter coat walked up to you, the blackrock logo displayed with much pride on one of the shoulder bands. they spoke in a deep female voice, presumable talking into an earpiece.

“found the vermin.”

the alarms stopped after a moment and some more robots came outside, then of course… Subspace made his way out too

“well, what a cute little escape attempt! anything to say for yourself?”

you could tell he was grinning under his mask, his singular eye staring right into yours

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I NEED TO KNOW WHO THIS DAMN 💚💎 ANON IS ON @poisonous-properties BECAUSE LIKE..

EUEHEF THE WRWITING IS SO GOOD

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Boombox tried to catch his breath for a few moments, half sobbing and coughing sporadically. As Subspace’s sharp, glowing pink eye scrutinized him he was desperate to pull himself together despite his fatigue and the panic rioting in his chest—and the throbbing wound on his stomach. It wasn’t too deep, being made by the blunt force of a Biograft tackling him when he first entered the building, but it still bled out somewhat, colouring his shirt with brighter, almost radioactive looking green. His eyes shot to the point of Subspace’s scorpion tail as it poised threateningly, his heart pounding against his chest so violently that it almost hurt. He had heard stories of how Subspace ‘experimented’ on people; he had met Coil 2.0.

“…M-my gear,” he managed to say after processing the demand. His voice was hoarse and shaky; the gas was irritating his throat, making him cough more. He watched Subspace gesture for the biograft holding his gear to come forward and examine his gear pointedly, but his attention was caught by the glowing crystal between Subspace’s horns once the scientist wasn’t staring at him. 

As Subspace shot a glare back at the stranger to make him elaborate, Subspace noticed the flash of interest and curiosity in his gaze as he saw his crystal. 

“I-it’s kind of like connecting to a radio station,” Boombox stuttered hastily, as if Subspace’s glare had burned him, “but with the connection between the Biografts- uhm, it’s like I… become part of their hive mind, s-so I can give them commands like I’m one of them c-coordinating where they need to be-.” Fear gripped his lungs as he spoke, but explaining himself was the only option he had. He leaned away from Subspace’s tail as much as he could. 

(I started planning a fic for this :D (I have no clue what I’m doing) ) (your writing is also really good and very compelling, I love how you portray Subspace! I think you can write something really interesting about your depiction of him, Coil, and Coil 2.0, etc, if you ever want to! :])

(I feel like I’m putting too much effort into these now… please tell me if these are annoying to read because you their length)

-💚💎

“coordinating you say?”

Subspace mumbled incomprehensibly to himself and looked away, he’d never seen such a thing before… this could be useful to him! the scientist turned back to face Boombox as he made his choice.

“this needs further experimentation.”

he turned around and walked over to some test chamber, he made some vague hand gesture and all the Biografts followed him in, bringing the DJ with them. it only took a couple minutes for his first experiment to be set up.

Boombox had been given his gear back, been patched up (though admittedly not that well,) and was placed next to a passive Biograft, Subspace stood in a separate room where a one-way wall made of reinforced glass separated them, then his sickeningly enthusiastic voice rang over a hidden speaker:

“now, give me a demonstration on how these frequencies work!! you’ll be rewarded quite well if you cooperate!”

across from him in the sleek white room stood some greyish dummy with a crudely drawn smiley face on it, it was the average height and size of an inphernal as far as the music producer could tell, but it didn’t move either. there were no sounds that entered the room either, it was dead silent and he was almost certain it was because of the cruel inphernal’s nature— he loved to toy with his test subjects.

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alarms rung loudly throughout the building, every robot and worker was now completely alert— it was only a matter of time until they found out who was messing around. windows got sealed shut, doors locked, and guards now patrolling the halls with their gears ready for attack. in the meantime the small room filled with sickening pink gas that leaked down into the hallway, seems like Subspace’s tech was everywhere here…

the usually bland and monotone colours of the building were now replaced with flashy red lights, if someone wasn’t perceptive enough they probably miss you considering how the lights had been dimmed… they needed to fix that damn security system’s lights.

the closest exit was to the left, through some large circular room, down some stairs, down a long hallway, and through the fire escape door. considering the windows were reinforced and elevators were shut down it was the only possible way to go (unless you’ve got any ideas!)

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Once Subspace had snapped out of his astonishment(?), he yelled an order to his Biografts, demanding that they capture and restrain the green inphernal—so he could question him, and so this extraordinary exception would no longer be a threat. (I’m guessing that’s what you were implying, because you said that he wanted answers, but please tell me if I misinterpreted that!) 

Thankfully, his order seemed to overwrite whatever that inphernal had done to the Biografts; the diluted green in Biograft’s lights was promptly replaced with familiar orange, making them glow like hot iron. They shone more fervorously than before, as if the robots were angry as well. 

The inphernal on the ground seemed to sense that he had lost his control over the robots, but tried to take it back in a panicked last-ditch effort to protect himself. The buzzing static became slightly clearer for a few beats, the vague pitches almost solidifying into a melody—but it was cut short by the clamorous sound of all the Biografts simultaneously lunging at him.

Less than a second before he was engulfed by the mass of machinery, Subspace saw the stranger sob weakly from the effort, or the circumstances, or maybe the pain from wound on his stomach—likely all three.

(TYSM! <3 I kind of want to try to write a fic about this now…)

-💚💎

“pathetic…”

he muttered, getting his Biografts to hold the poor DJ up so the could be face-to-face

“NOW ANSWER ME! HOW DID YOU DO THAT?”

gas puffed out of the scientist’s mask, making Boombox cough out a bit as it infiltrated his lungs

“and you better give me a good answer, or you’ll end up like another playgrounder you know”

Subspace’s scorpion tail curled, seeming ready to try and attack the green-horned demon if he said anything that didn’t suffice as a response

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Welp, looks like you’ll have to make a Boombox 2.0 now 😔

But it’s worrying that he managed to get this far into Blackrock, even with his ability to control the robots. Maybe Coil helped him or smth? Idk though, it looks like he’s alone. Coil could be elsewhere in your lab though. Do you think Coil is apathetic enough to use Boombox as a distraction?

-⭐️

“i don’t know enough about the playgrounder to make an assumption… if he doesn’t speak up i could also make him into a robot!! great idea on your part!”

he seemed… nervous? anxious? the idea of something bypassing the Biograft’s security system and into its code worried him, and it was obvious

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thankfully the railings of this hellish building were pretty stable, but the corner of it was hurting your knuckles— you had to lift yourself up or face the onslaught of robots below, thankfully they were melee robots but you were bound to get workers chasing you around if you weren’t careful. nothing dangerous seemed to be on the top of the balcony, but then again, it hard to see from where you’re hanging

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Subspace, working on an invention, turns around for a second to grab something for a second. A tiramisu has appeared in front of him when he looks back.

he stared in confusion at the plate, it didnt… look too dangerous

“i remember liking these things when i was still able to taste… a little bite couldn’t hurt”

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you turn the hallway and encounter… what is definitely not the exit!

there’s some unmarked door that seems like a shitty broom closet and to your left you see a big open space where a lot of grinding and scratching sounds could be heard— you were in the robotics part of the place, after all, so maybe be a bit more cautious…

loud mechanical footsteps were approaching too, seems like the bots are still chasing you!

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Waves of staticky buzzing could be heard, rising and falling in pitch, but they did not sound at all like the previous, more musical sound.

 Crumpled on the floor near the entrance and surrounded by a ring of Biografts was the source of the noise… that was one of the other phighters, the obnoxious green one? Subspace (probably) didn’t care to remember their name (?). All he knew was that they were from Playground and a close ally of Coil and Skateboard, but given the state he was in now, he was obviously a weak link. 

 However, the Biografts weren’t attacking, they were frozen in a place like they had been disabled. The inphernal on the ground cling to his gear and tried to push himself onto his hand and knees, shivering pathetically and breathing desperately like  just that action took all the effort in the world.

 Then it caught Subspace’s eye than his robots’ lights were partially tainted with pale green, and that the visor the inphernal was wearing was completely lit up, albeit flickering and glitching periodically. 

 (Boombox can control Biografts au!!) (unless you have any objections :) )

-💚💎

he stood there in… what was it… disbelief? fear? sadness? something else entirely, maybe.

“what did you do to my robots…”

he said, gas hissing out of his mask as he glared at the other with his only eye. he’d seen that his robots were tampered with (surprising, considering he wasn’t always the most observant) and he hated it. his hands were clutched into fists and shaking a little bit, he needed an answer to this— and a clear one at that.

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Then he heard a Biograft blinking through the halls almost faster than the speed of sound itself, past his lab. The crash of commotion echoed through half the building as more Biografts swarmed the area, and a masculine voice rung out in panic. Someone had gotten into the facility undetected—but they had been caught. 

-💚💎

he quickly got up from his seat, running out into the corridor with a crystal and following the direction in which all his robots were going— they had state-of-the-art detection capabilities so he was (for the most part) SURE that they’d been heading to the right place

“WHO’S THERE?!”

the scientist yelled, he was already sick and tired of having Coil steal shit from him, and that rollerskating stranger that looked like a walking scrapbook wasn’t helping either… he’d placed some crystals near some exit points behind him just in case they looped around