Oh, the Places You'll Blow- Up!

A small girl, no older than six years of age, sat on a grassy hill.

This child had light brown skin and chestnut colored hair, as well as downturned eyebrows that almost made her seem perpetually angry, though her young face negated this fact greatly.

"Come 'ere girl!" a raspy yet comic voice called out to the small girl, and a man with blonde hair and tight build walked up to her, "Didn't you hear your mum?" he asked.

"I did." the girl muttered and kicked a rock, "But I wanna stay here, dad!" she pouted, "I have so many ant hills to blow up!" she held a small firecracker in her hand and looked at the plain ahead, which already had remnants of her destruction.

The man shook his head and looked back at a lone hovercar behind them, where a woman with black hair and a sunhat was standing by. "Listen 'ere." he chuckled.

"Jamison!" the woman called out.

"There she goes." Junkrat sighed and looked back at the girl, "Look, as much as I would love to help you out some more... We really need to get going, dearest." he chuckled and patted her head, "Or your mum's gonna have me."

"But why can't we stay?" the girl sighed and looked down, "The sun is still up... and I have plenty of fireworks." she grinned mischievously.

Junkrat returned the grin, "I know." he rubbed his hands, "And who bought you those fireworks?"

"Dad!" the girl giggled as she started to light one up, "Hahahahahahahhahaha!"

"Ooohahahahahahahaha!" Junkrat chuckled as the girl set the firecracker down and let it explode, "Ooh! Nice one, no?" he asked her.

"The black ones are the best." the girl pulled out a big black cylinder, "They make the ant hills go everywhere!" she cackled, only to stop and frown when she remembered her inevitable fate.

Junkrat sighed as he looked at the girl, "Lookie 'ere, dearest." he grabbed her bag of fireworks "I'm going to tell you what my ol' man told me." he knelt to get to her height level.

"Your dad told you this?" the girl asked in curiosity.

"Well..." Junkrat bobbed his head, "Not really, I made it up right now." he chuckled, "But it's still very important." he opened his eyes for emphasis. "Listen to me dearest, and listen real well, because this you will like, and this I will tell."

"Now whether you want a bomb to scrap some bots,
Or a small cracker to take on some ants.
You'd best heed this little tale,
so take the seat of your pants.

You may have gunpowder on your mind,
Or maybe a bit of propane.
You may have uranium in your heart,
or maybe gas is right up your lane.

You have the guts. But all that ya need to know.
is that not everywhere will you need to blow.

However, whenever you can and whenever you can.
Always make sure to have a good plan.

Out there there are many places to explode.
From large mountains of metal that is scrapped.
To crack-y dusty buildings that are old.
Even black rocky coal that is super-ly trapped.

So don't fret my young blower-upper.
Because there's always time for a blast.
So never be sad and downhearted.
Because no explosion will be your last!

A fireball a day keeps the boredom away.
An explosion can brighten anyone's day!

But then sometimes you don't have anything to destroy.
And sometimes your switch is worn out.
Life sometimes gives us the wrong powder,
and so we cry and we pout.

You will be sad that your payload isn't delivered,
and you will start to tear up because your fuse isn't lit.
Your explosions don't happen or are very small,
and you will start to get mad at it.

People will be mad at you, and people will be mad with you.
Your passion will start to be weak.
Blasts will not happen and you will not want them to.
This is when sadness you'll seek.

But cobber, I'll tell you now.
That those times won't last forever and ever!
You'll find a new place and bomb to blow up.
No one will hold your blast back- oh never!

OH THE PLACES YOU'LL BLOW- UP!

From the great Omnic factories of old,
to the ruins of Sydney.
Explosions will be part of your life,
Think of them like a new kidney!

So my little blower-upper, never be sad or start to pout.
Because with all the places around you,
your fuse will never go out."

Junkrat took a deep breath and looked at his little girl, who was smiling as bright as ever.

"Jamison, I thought I told you to bring-" the woman stopped as she saw the two grinning, "What is going on here?" she asked in curiosity, quite amused by the liveliness.

"Well, I was just tellin' our dearest that we should listen to mum because she's a kind and sweet lady." Junkrat turned to the woman, "Isn't that right, dearest?"

"Uh huh." the girl nodded.

"What's that smell?" the woman sniffed and saw the recently detonated firecracker on the ground, "I thought I told you to stop hurting those poor ants!" she scolded the girl.

"Relax, Fareeha darlin'." Junkrat spoke and stepped in, "It's not like you didn't blow things up when you were younger." he told her.

"Th-That doesn't count!" Pharah growled and crossed her arms, "I-"

"Wow, you blew things up!?" the little girl spoke in high admiration, "What did you blow up, mom!?" she asked with such enthusiasm.

"Nothing." Pharah muttered, "Well..." she looked at Jamison, "Just a few little-"

"Omnics." Junkrat interrupted, "Lot's of 'em buggers. With a rocket launcher!" he also became enthusiastic, "Oh it was the greatest sight ever!" he chuckled.

"A rocket launcher! Oh! Can I have one too!?" the girl pleaded, "I want to be just like you, mom!" she looked at Pharah.

"Well... uh..." Pharah blushed as she heard such a compliment from her own daughter, but then remembered the fact that she was her daughter, "No!" she gasped, "You cannot have a rocket launcher!" she said.

"Aww..." the girl grumbled.

"Don't worry, Santa may get one for y-"

"Ja-mi-son." Pharah sternly spoke, "You cannot buy your own daughter a high caliber weapon like that!" she crossed her arms.

"I know..." Junkrat sighed, then the two jumped when the girl blew up a firework.

"WAH!"
"AH!" the two adults yelled as they saw the girl laugh.

"Stop me if you heard of this one before." the girl lit another one, only to be stopped by Pharah, "Aww..." she said when the firework was taken out of her hand and turned off.

"See?" Pharah sighed, "We can hardly trust her with these... imagine a ROCKET LAUNCHER." she growled.

"Well, she gets that from you." Junkrat shrugged his shoulders and started to walk off.

"From me?" Pharah said in shock, "You're the one always buying her these things... I always try to bring her up in a collected manner-"

"Says the one who bought her the jetpack last year." Junkrat smirked.

"Ah... point given." Pharah mumbled, "Well... I can't deny we're doing a good job raising her." she smiled and held Junkrat's hand until they were split by the separate car entry ways.

Junkrat nodded, "Such a fine job." he grinned, turned on the car, and drove off.

However, the girl stood alone in the park with a bag of firecrackers in one hand and a lighter in the other.
She saw her solitude and then turned to the plain filled with ant hills, cackling and grinning evilly as she accounted her situation.

"Oh the places I'll blow... up." she muttered.

This was supposed to be part of a little oneshot series, but eh...
If it gets enough oomph I'll make more.
Anywho enjoy and have a blessed day!