DISCONTINUED • Nuclear Chemistry (Junkrat x Reader)

Chapter • 2

You sat at the dinner table, swinging your legs back and forth eagerly awaiting the glorious home-cooked food.

  "I can't wait" he said opening his arms. You giggled and jumped into them

You smiled to yourself, and looked at your mother, who brought a bowl over and placed the ceramic dish containing your dinner in front of you. With a gasp, you muttered a thanks before grabbing the edge of the bowl and drinking the warm, flavour filled soup out of there.

"Manners, y/n" your mother said with a disappointing frown. You childishly looked up at her with wide eyes and placed the bowl back down into place on the table-mat. You lifted your spoon, held your pinkie out and ate in a mocking manner to how your mother was taught. Raising your head, you straightened your posture and muttered in a posh accent;

"Mm, this soup would be very nice to eat," and looked at your mother, who was snickering whilst eating her serve. She copied you with the pinkie, stance and accent.

"Indeed ma'dam, this soup would be very nice to eat." She said, replying to you and ate her spoonful in sync with you. You giggled and gave a toothy smile at your mother who stuck her tongue out at you in response.
"May I have a bubble bath tonight mum?"
"If you promise you won't throw bubbles everywhere claiming it was bits of a robot you fought to save the poor paper people"
You giggled at your mother and nodded eagerly, finishing the warm, homemade soup your mother prides. You carried your dish to the sink and washed your hands whilst your mother follows suit. Your mother went off to run the bath while you ran into your bedroom full of robots.

Stumbling through the door into the dimly lit room, you looked at your different robots which hung from string on your white roof. When your eyes landed on one you smiled and reached for the cold metal stepladder that resides next to your creaky, oak door. Your tiny hands gripped onto the metal as your body tugged at it, dragging it along the wood floor- further scarring the wood from the scuff marks that have been placed there from this habit. You puffed out deep breaths with each tug, in sync with the long, husky screech that the wood let out under the weight of the stepladder. Once under the robot, you propped the ladder up and climbed. Your tiny, frail and scarred arm reached for the cold, soothing metal. Once it was held, you yanked on it, successfully unclipping the string from a small opening in the back.
You climbed down and grabbed a mask off of the bed along with a small white rat, and left your room to the veranda of your house down the hall.
Shivering in the cold, you pushed a purple button and placed the contraption on the ground, running for the doors, you hid behind the frame with only your head peeking out. Tugging down the gas mask upon your head, you waited.

BOOM

Your invention exploded into a great mass of purple and pink smoke, you threw your rat out into the coloured fog.
Thump
You made your way over to the smoke with the gas mask safely on your head.

Dead

Just as you had hoped.

Your toxic gas worked.

Picking up the small and fragile rat, you went back to the house, shutting the doors behind you. The good thing is, you messed around with the house to be full of filters so it worked like a gas mask, filtered the oxygen to be clean and not poisonous from your test runs. Another plus, you lived in the middle of nowhere in the outback. It was a good place to test everything without killing neighbours - because you had none.
You walked into the room and placed the small, purple rat into a glass fishtank of nothing. You hooked up wires of different thicknesses which connected to a box from the tank. You pressed a black button above the glass box on the wall. Yanking the mask off, you chucked it onto your bed. The fishtank clouded with a blue haze, you smiled and left for the bathroom, leaving the rat to be reborn... again.

You wandered into the bathroom, your mother stood there drying her hands on a white cloth near the sink. You smiled at her, you and your mother had a strong connection.
"Thanks mum, I love you," you said to her, looking into her eyes lovingly
"Love you too, remember our deal, alright?" She asked, looking at you with a blank face. You nodded and smiled up at her,
"You can go now, I wanna undress,"
Your mother let out a chuckle and left the room, knowing that even though you were family, everyone needs privacy.
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You sat, hunched over in the tub the water sitting under your nose as high, fluffy bubble piles rested on the water around you. Lifting a hand up, you looked at the now wrinkly fingers; you knew you had to get out, but the temperature of the water was relaxing and wanted you to stay in there forever.

After a while, you let out a breath you were holding onto, watching the bubbles pop - you got out.

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You collapsed face-first into your cosy bed, the springs squeaked under the sudden weight. You hopped under the blankets and snuggled into the soft pillows that were spread out on the bed. Sighing, you closed your eyes and fell asleep,

Jamison was arriving tomorrow.