We Were Us. (Chapter 1)

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"Jamison, no!" was all young Jamison Fawkes would hear. No, Jamie, Don't bomb this place! No, Jamison, Don't touch that! No, rat, stop that! No, oh God, no.
Jamison, please don't.
Don't kill yourself.
For me.
For you.
For us!..
At the age of 25, Jamison 'Junkrat' Fawkes had committed suicide. That's when his partner, Mako, had lost it. He had retired from his life of crime as Roadhog; he took up farming for a change. A little lonely place out on the countryside was where he resided. Jamison's grave was there, too, so he'd never be forgotten.
Mako would try to sleep every night with the sounds of scratching outside the window. He didn't bother to check. Ghosts weren't real, anyways. At night, his thoughts weren't flooded with his lover. However, he wished they were dreams of him. Mako missed Jamie more than anything. God, how he wished he could've done something to stop him. He always felt remorse.

Months after moving into the farmhouse, Mako had put up a scarecrow and gave it the name of Hayseed. It looked almost human and it sure was creepy. He swore he saw it move one night; it was probably just his thoughts getting to his already unstable brain.
Hayseed was quite the character to say the least. It's face was never revealed. The closest thing to a face that it had was a brown mask, most likely made out of a sack, that had eyes that almost popped out and a ripped open mouth that had hay sticking out. At night, the eyes and a portion of the mouth would glow.
The scarecrow's body was quite odd aswell. It wore a sewn up sack with a rope tied around it for a poor excuse of pants. It had a mechanical arm and pegleg, which had much detail despite being, most likely, fake.
Another thing it wore was saggy overalls that didn't cover anything; it's chest almost looked human, but it was covered in patches and stitches. The human portion was scrawny, just like Jamie.
Hayseed also had wheat and straw sticking from the top of his mask. Mako believed it resembled hair, and that's what he always believed to this day.
Every day Mako would walk past the scarecrow and say "You're doing great, Hayseed."

Fast foward to six or seven years later; Hayseed has scared off any animal that has tried to get in. It works better than Mako had expected. Who knows why Mako had expected so little of such a scary scarecrow?
But one night, everything seemed to change. The nights became longer and more stressful; the noises became louder. Mako acted like he didn't care. All he could imagine was Jamie curled up under the bed and bawling his eyes out. He always was an over-dramatic scaredy-cat.
But that wasn't the point. Something was out there, and Hayseed didn't scare it off.

..That was because the thing was Hayseed.

Mako couldn't take it anymore. He stormed outside to look for the creature. However, he ended up becoming face to face with his own scarecrow. Mako didn't recognize the figure at first, and pinned him down.

"Who in the hell are you?!" Mako yelled, staring at the creature with anger and great confusion. He didn't want to screw around. This was serious.
"Aagh! Mate- d-don't hurt me! It's me, Hayseed! Or you might also know me as Jami-" The figure was screaming, flinching away as far back as possible. Yet he was cut off by Mako shutting him up. His legs and arms would twitch every so often.
"That's not possible, Hayseed is just a-" Mako looked at the post where Hayseed would usually sit. He wasn't there. "..scarecrow."
"Ah! Lemme go, mate!! Please I'll do anything! Please lemme go, mate! Don't do ya block!! Mako!" Hayseed whined, kicking his legs.
There was only one person Mako knew who used such slang such as that. Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes. Mako's eyes filled with tears, and he backed off of the scarecrow.
"Jamison, is that...- Is that you?!" He looked in amazement at Hayseed, tears flowing down his eyes.
"Maybe? Well.. Kinda! I think Jamison is my name-.."

Mako was never the same.

After the incident, Mako took Jamie inside. This was his boyfriend. His boyfriend who he had not seen in 7 years almost. It had been miracle that he was almost alive.
"Got any cold ones? Any grog? Any plonk?" He searched through the fridge throwing out what he thought was unneeded. "That's a lemon."
"No, you idiot.. I don't drink." Mako said, chuckling.
"Any boba?" 'Hayseed' looked up, smiling through the mask.
"I saved some just for you." Mako- no, Roadhog, looked at him lovingly.
"I love ya, ya big fucking lug." Jamison ran from the fridge to hug Mako, lifting up the mask to kiss his cheek.

"I love you, too."



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