DISCONTINUED • Nuclear Chemistry (Junkrat x Reader)

Chapter • 3

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You shut up your alarm clock that squawked at you every morning. Standing up, you stretched and groaned in annoyance, morning. You didn't like mornings, you hated them. Today was different however, you were going to meet up with Jamison. You had many plans of what to do when he arrived. Show him around the area, introduce him to your rat, etc.

You stumbled into your hallway, the cold and clean air filled your lungs. It helped you wake up more and calmed your muscles.
Stumbling into the bathroom, you checked to see if there was a towel, which luckily there was. Hanging on the glass shower door. You shut the bathroom door behind you and locked it, opening the shower door in-front of you in the process. You turned the water to your desired temperature and undressed, throwing the unwanted clothing items on-top of the toilet that had its lid down. Stepping in, you expected relaxation however, hot water and your cold skin don't fit apparently.

"Sweet Jesus! It burns! I don't want to go to hell yet!"

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You had finished your shower, gotton dressed and had breakfast. You wore your lacy socks, brown overalls with oil stains and a dusty white shirt. You also had your work goggles on your head.

Most of the time, people would make fun of you for the way you dressed for your age, which is why you moved away from everyone you guessed.

Your thoughts were interrupted as the doorbell rang.

Jamison

You shot up, racing out the bedroom door. The frosty-white rat that scrambled atop your head as you stood up grabbed onto your scalp for dear life considering you were acting like a baboon running through your house to get to the door. Though the critters brain process seemed weird, you could practically revive it 24/7.
Upon entry of the front hall, you saw that someone beat you to it.

Your mother stood there talking to her friend - Jamison's mother.
Jamison's focus was averted from your mother to you the second he saw you race into the room.
There was something very weird about your relationship. Was it because you bonded almost immediately? Or the fact that he felt oddly familiar to you? Not in a I-know-this-person way, more of a feeling of familiarity because of the fact that you were used to his behaviour. You didn't know why. Maybe it was because of the fact he reminded you oddly of your father.

"You in there sheila?" Jamison asked, snapping you out if your thoughts, poking your forehead
Yep, definitely a weird clone of your father.
You nodded eagerly and grabbed his wrist, running down the hall as you dragged a stumbling blond-headed boy behind you.
"Thanks mum I'll be taking this kiddo for a while!" You yelled as you left the front hall and ran up the stairs.

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"What's that on your head?" Jamison asked curiously, pointing to the mound of white fur on your head
"Hm? Oh, this is my rat!" You exclaimed and picked up the sleeping rat on your head, handing it over to Jamison.
His eyes held curiosity for this creature he hasn't seen before.
"It's weird," he said with a goofy grin.
"Maybe because if these," you said, turning the light on and pointing to the roof, where numerous bombs and contraptions stay strung up. Jamison's facial expression changed rapidly. It paled, presumably because your bedroom could blow up any moment and kill the two of you - but that was short lived before it turned to that of fascination.
"Woah, you made all that?" He said, standing up next to you, eyeing everything tied to the roof.
"Mhm, I can show you how to make some and how they work if you like?" You asked, looking up at the boy a few years older than you.
He gasped and grinned, looking down at you to make eye contact

"Yes please, sheila!"