KABOOM (Junkrat X OC, OC Story)

Battered & Bruised

-back to the present-

Junkrat woke to the distant clatter of Junkertown stirring to life, the familiar sounds of morning commotion echoing like an alarm from his childhood. Though hidden by the market stall, many things bustled around him, people headed to their jobs or the nearest fight. 

He groaned, blinking away the dust that had settled on his eyelids and face during the night, slowly unfurling from his cramped fetal position on the ground.

Stretching out stiff limbs, Junkrat sighed wearily, propping himself up against the stall's wall. In his groggy state, he accidentally knocked the back of his head against a nearby crate. The impact jostled something inside, piquing his ever-curious and thieving spirit.

With a mischievous grin spreading across his face, Junkrat hoisted himself up on his peg leg, wobbling slightly as he approached the container. The lid was loose, practically inviting him to take a peek inside.

Eager to satisfy his curiosity, Junkrat carefully lifted the lid, the hinges squeaking in protest. Peering inside, he was met with an unexpected sight that caused his eyes to widen with intrigue.

Medical supplies.

His fingers grazed over the homemade bandages and potions stored away for sale. Despite their amateurish appearance, he recognized their usefulness and considered pilfering a few for his own needs. With practiced efficiency, he wrapped a bandage around his injured hand, the sting of the splinter still throbbing beneath the makeshift dressing he had jossily applied with the help of his mouth.

Unable to resist the urge to dig deeper, Junkrat continued to rummage through the box with his single hand, his curiosity getting the better of him. But as he delved deeper into the contents, he was suddenly startled by a presence approaching the stall.

Turning abruptly, Junkrat's eyes widened in alarm as he caught sight of the cloaked figure from the bar, the one who had observed the altercation with Drye in silence. The person's gray bandana and balaclava concealed their features, but it was their mask that caught Junkrat off guard—a single mechanical eye, its design easily conveying emotion through its wide lids.

"GAH! EYEBALL!!!" Junkrat shrieked, startled by the sudden appearance of the person with the mechanical eye mask. In his over-the-top reaction, he kicked back instinctively, his movements exaggerated with alarm.

The cloaked figure, taken aback by Junkrat's dramatic response, recoiled as if faced with a rabid animal. The mechanical eye widened in surprise, its artificial gaze fixed on Junkrat with a mixture of confusion and caution.

Junkrat stumbled backward, his back colliding with the rough surface of the stall's wall as he gawked at the cloaked figure. The person's eye darted around in rapid movements, conveying a silent judgment that made Junkrat feel distinctly uncomfortable.

"W-what the hell?!" Junkrat stammered. confusion and a hint of defiance present in his tone.

Jeez this guy was creepy- not as bad as the lizard at the bar, but what-

He couldn't shake the feeling of being scrutinized by the mysterious individual, their silent gaze penetrating through his facade of bravado.

The cloaked figure remained silent, their mechanical eye continuing its erratic movements as if assessing Junkrat from every angle. It was an unnerving sight, one that sent shivers down his spine despite his attempts to maintain his usual cocky demeanor.

With a nervous chuckle, Junkrat tried to lighten the tension in the air. 

"Uh, heh, you're not gonna tell me you're the eye doctor, are ya?" he quipped, his attempt at humor falling flat in the face of the cloaked figure's intense scrutiny.