Bose. Dies.

"Secret" Identity

Mika POV
"We're only waiting on Chapa, correct?" Bose asked.

"Two people are coming. One of them is you." Miles replied. The doorbell rang.

"Ooh! That must be her!" Mika said. "I'll go get the door."

I ran downstairs to open the door. I unlocked the door and opened it.

"Why hello, Shoutout."

"I'll be right back." I said. I ran upstairs. HOW DID HE KNOW THAT-

"Hey Mika!" Bose said. "Where's Chapa?"

"That's NOT Chapa," I said in a panic.

"Then who was-"

"Dr. Minyak is downstairs."

"Wha- How did Dr. Minyak find your house?"

"And he also knows who we are."

"Well, how did he-"

"IT DOESN'T MATTER I'M OPENING THE DOOR AGAIN."

"Oh, to attend dance class."

"Mika, since when do you dance?"

"I'M NOT GOING TO DANCE CLASS. IT IS VERY CLEAR THAT I AM GOING TO GO OPEN THE DOOR." I ran downstairs as fast as I could and opened the door.

Dr. Minyak POV
"Well personally I believe that school uniforms seem to be unnecessary," I told her. I barely noticed the door opened.

"Okay, I'm just gonna close the door." the girl said.

"Wait!" I said. "Don't close that door! If you do, I blast you."

"Okay fine, you can come in." she said. "Why do you wanna come in?"

"Well I, was able to hack into the man's nest computer."

"And?"

Chapa POV
I headed down to Mika's house. By foot, of course. It's not like I had anyone to take me or anything. I got to the front door and froze. Is that Minyak?

I looked at Mika. It didn't take her awhile to see me. I gestured telling her that I was going to hit him with the potted plant on her porch.

I grabbed the pot and was ready to hit this guy. He turned around before I could attack.

"Uh.." I dropped the pot. "Oops,"

"Get in!" he said.

"Yeah yeah," I said. "Why are you here?"

"Isn't it obvious? We're taking you hostage!"

"But where did you.. how?" Bose and Miles were coming downstairs. More than likely for food.

"DON'T MOVE." Dr. Minyak said. He aimed a blaster at the two of them.

"AH." Bose screamed. He jumped into Miles's arms.

"YOU ALL ARE GOING TO STAY RIGHT WHERE YOU ARE." Bose tried running back. That was a terrible idea. "Alright that's enough of this." He blasted Bose. "Oh wait it's set to kill-"

A/N: Uhh next week Bose is getting typhoid. Embrace yourself. Next chapter is exclusively long, weird, and overall based off of a comedy sketch.
Word count: 435