Chapter 15: Mr Boomie chase

As the joint training session concluded, the students gathered for a moment of respite. Breathing heavily and nursing their wounds, they couldn't help but exchange stories and recount the absurdity they had just experienced.

"I never thought I'd be running for my life from a doll," muttered Kirishima, his voice tinged with both fear and amusement.

"Did you see the way Mr. Boomie smiled? It was like he was enjoying every moment of it," Uraraka added, shaking her head in disbelief.

Todoroki, trying to maintain his composed demeanor, couldn't help but crack a small smile. "I never expected such a formidable opponent to come in the form of a doll. Izuku truly knows how to make things interesting."

Meanwhile, Bakugou, who had managed to escape Mr. Boomie's clutches, approached Izuku with a mixture of awe and annoyance. "What the hell, Izuku? You could have warned us about that demon doll! It nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Izuku giggled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "But where's the fun in warning you, Katsuki? The element of surprise is crucial in battles!"

"Surprise? More like a heart-stopping terror," Bakugou grumbled, rubbing his temples.

As Bakugou's exclamation echoed through the training ground, the students froze in disbelief. All eyes turned to Mr. Boomie, the doll with the devilish smile, as he began to speak with an unexpected British accent.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my favorite Uncle!" Mr. Boomie's voice was laced with mischief and a touch of sinister charm. His giggles sent shivers down their spines.

"Did... did the doll just talk?" Uraraka whispered, her eyes wide with astonishment.

"I never signed up for this horror movie nonsense," Mineta whimpered, his voice trembling.

Mr. Boomie's grin widened as he heard Bakugou's outburst. He turned his attention to the explosive hero-in-training and took a few slow, deliberate steps toward him. Each step seemed to amplify the fear in Bakugou's eyes.

"Go away, you demon!" Bakugou shouted, his voice a mix of fear and frustration.

But Mr. Boomie paid no mind to Bakugou's insults. Instead, he chuckled darkly and continued his relentless pursuit of the students. The sound of his eerie laughter filled the air, instilling a sense of terror in the hearts of Class 1-A and Class 1-B.

"Is this some kind of twisted nightmare?" Jiro muttered, her voice barely audible over the cacophony of chaos.

Todoroki, who usually maintained his calm composure, felt a bead of sweat trickle down his forehead. "I never thought I'd see the day when a doll haunted my dreams. This is beyond surreal."

Even Aizawa, known for his stoic demeanor, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow in surprise. "Izuku, your creations never cease to amaze... and frighten."

As the joint training session transformed into a frantic chase, Mr. Boomie's sinister laughter echoed through the training ground. The students scattered in every direction, their hearts pounding in their chests as they tried to escape the doll's relentless pursuit.

"Bloody hell, this is mad!" Kirishima exclaimed between gasps for breath, his voice filled with a mixture of fear and excitement.

"Someone tell me this nightmare will end!" Mina pleaded, her eyes darting around for any sign of salvation.

In the midst of the chaos, Izuku and Mic stood on the sidelines, unable to contain their laughter. Tears streamed down their faces as they watched the students scramble in panic.

Power Loader, who had joined the scene, couldn't help but cheer Mr. Boomie on. "Give 'em a jolly good chase, Mr. Boomie! Show 'em what you're made of!"

Aizawa, struggling to maintain order, could only shake his head in disbelief. "This... this wasn't exactly what I had in mind for joint training. But I suppose it's an exercise in adaptability and quick thinking."

As the students and teachers ran in a chaotic frenzy, their shrieks and cries filled the air. The once-controlled training ground had transformed into a battlefield of laughter and terror, with Mr. Boomie at the center of it all.

Little did they know, Izuku was relishing in the chaos, enjoying the sight of her creation wreaking havoc. Her laughter blended with Mr. Boomie's as they watched the students push their limits and face their fears head-on.

In the end, the joint training session may not have followed the traditional hero curriculum, but it left an indelible mark on the memories of Class 1-A and Class 1-B. It became a legendary tale passed down through the years, spoken of with equal parts amusement and trepidation.

And as Mr. Boomie continued his relentless pursuit,

giggling like a demon, the students could only hope for a moment of respite. But deep down, they knew that the chaos and laughter would forever be ingrained in their journey to becoming heroes.