Reputation (Handsome Jack X Reader)

Prolouge

As I walked inside my home through the Oz screen, I shut off my Oz kit and laid down my two pistols on the closest table in the room, which already had shields and other kits strewn across its surface. The oxygen in the base was thankfully cycled on and the rest of my family was just in the next 'room' over, eating something.

"Where have you been?!" my mother asked, instantly turning towards me. Her thick Australian accent was muffled by whatever she was eating. Probably leftover scraps again.

I shrugged. "Out."

"You know you shouldn't wander around alone! You should've asked your father or your brother to go with you."

"I had my weapons, I was fine!" I sighed and sat down next to my brother, Damon. "Besides, I'm an adult now. I don't need someone to look after me when I go out."

I grabbed a small plate of food and slowly began to eat.

"So, what did you find today?" Damon asked, shoving another fork-full of scrap into his mouth.

"Don't encourage her," my mother replied.

"Well... I found some better moonstones, a bit of money, a pretty good shotgun, killed a couple of kraggons and scavs..." I listed off.

"You did what?!" my father asked, dropping his utensil on the table and standing up.

"What? It has better accuracy, and a better magazine size than Damon's, despite all shotguns having those crappy factors. And, we can buy stuff down in Concordia with the moonstones."

He brought his hand up to his face. "No, no... Y/N... You killed kraggons and scavs again? Did anyone follow you home this time?"

I sighed and dropped my fork to the plate and backed away from the table. "No one followed me. Anyone or anything that was following me, I took out with a few quick shots. Damon, here's my backpack. Your shotgun is in there. It's also more powerful than your other one."

"Which manufacturer?"

"Jakobs."

He took the gun and raced into his room of our metal base. A couple of gunshots were heard a few moments after.

My father looked at me and sat down. "Y/N... If you keep this up, you're going to become a murderer. The scavengers are people too, freed prisoners, even. The kraggons don't bother you unless you approach them. Why are you killing them?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because there's nothing else to do around here! I was raised with these things!" I retorted.

"We told you this before; Why not work for Springs? Her Elpis base isn't far from here," my mother stated. Her voice grew louder as she addressed my brother in the other room. "Damon, quit shooting that damn gun!"

"I don't really want to work with mechanics... Sure, it's Damon's thing, but it's not mine."

"Y/N, if all of this is about your obsession..."

"It's not an obsession!"

"Honestly, your room is covered from the ceiling to the floor with posters and pictures that you steal all the time," my father joined in.

I stood up and pushed away my chair. "They are motivational! I wake up with instant inspiration every day!"

I exaggerated a sigh and walked into my room, leaving my parents behind at the table. Damon's gunshots continued as soon as the base went quiet, obviously cutting through the silence.

I gazed around my room. Tattered, shredded, ripped, and stained posters line the walls. Each one had a quote or a symbol of my lifetime hero.

"If only I could meet you... Hell, it would be a dream come true. One day," I whispered to myself.