Panic

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Boombox was still getting used to things. He was hanging out with his friends while cleaning out his room of old items. His eyes lit up at the sight of a familiar object.

A..boombox...?

Boombox felt something click on in his head. 

Bullying.

Gossiping.

Dying.

His old life.

He flinched hard, stumbling back a couple of steps.

His friends (I'm lazy to elaborate how but if yknow, yknow.) noticed. 

"Boombox..?" Slingshot had a worried look on his face as he put a hand on his shoulder. Boombox flinched from the touch. "P-please don't hurt me.. please!" He felt tears forming at his eyes. He didn't want them to hurt him. Not again. 

Boombox backed away towards the door. Hee needed to leave. He needed to escape.

He couldn't get hurt again.



creds to @Coffiibread and  @Eggnar2 for the ideas I really appreciate it 🫶

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