Hello everyone! PureHope125 here with a new Overwatch fanfic! :D

like my previous fanfic from last summer, it'll be a Giant/Tiny one, but this time like a borrower au of OW, with Junkrat and Roadhog living, unknowingly, with two tiny versions of popular Junkrat skins; Dr Junkenstein and Hayseed! I've been excited to upload this story and I hope you guys are looking foreword to reading it too! And hopefully I'll finish this before the end of the year! ^^;

And, as for "The Giant Star in my woods"; the last few chapters are planned, but I haven't written them yet. (Writer's block) but they should also be done by the end of the year too!

Home Sweet Home

The sounds of the motorbike shaking and rattling along the dirt road filled the ears of their two passengers and expanded out the distance. The motorbike was all battered up from many adventures in the desolate country's cities. The yellow and grey motorbike was really skinny and showed their gears and motors, the headlight on the front had bull horns on them and attached to the bike was a beaten up side car. The side car was a tinted yellow, with a few dents and scratches on it. Pieces of metal were attached to it to make the front of the cart to look like a crazy, smiling face while the grey squares on the sides were to cover and reattach the car together. And the wheel on the side of that car were covered by a yellow wheel shield themed with spikes and stickers, the tire underneath skinny and the metal middle of it covered in spikes as well.

Inside the cart was a small and skinny man, around twenty-five years old, he had dusty ink covering the top half of his face, contrasting his light blonde hair that had the tips of it slightly inflamed and burning. His bushy eyebrows were furrowed and he snored as he drooled in his sleep. His chest was exposed as he didn't bother to wear a shirt and only had a rack of bombs on his chest, themed with black, grey and yellow colours, that were also attached to a gigantic tire with spikes on his back. On his left hand he wore a black glove that had a thick yellow rim. His right arm from his shoulder to his hand was a fake metal one, a rusty orange one with paint chipping off and visible gears inside; above the fake arm was a tattoo of a skull and crossbones. He wore a short pair of camouflage green pants with stitched on patches and stickers that were ripped on the edges. He wore a short, black boot on his left foot and had bandages wrapped on his leg as if he was injured there. Finally, like his right arm, his leg from the knee to foot was fake as well, replaced with a metal, rusty orange peg leg.

His partner on the other hand was very much his opposite. He was a very fat and obese man, with white hair tied up in the back. He also wore a mask that covered his face, in which said mask was in the shape of a pig and covered in stitches. His chest was hairy and had a few scars, tattoos of skulls on his arms and a massive tattoo of a pig on his stomach, with his outer belly button as it's nose. He wore a chest cover that was black and a few stickers attached onto it, with a yellow shoulder pad on his right shoulder, that was connected to an elbow pad with an wire. His right hand was covered by another black guard and black glove with spikes on it while also having a set of five rings on his right hand which spelt out "RIGHT" on them. His other hand had a spiked bracelet onto it and four rings on that hand saying "LEFT". Like his smaller friend, he wore cameo pants but in blue instead of green; with a belt having a liscence plate on it saying "ROADABGE". He wore black boots that went up to his knees with rhino horned pointed ends and even had a kneecap with a skull on it.

These two outcasts finally arrived at their home from such a long time, with the grass being tall and thick, cracks in the pavements to the point where weed was growing out of them, dust and spider webs appearing in corners and pieces of the flat; the only source of life being two wall lamps attached to the house's walls to light up the now dark and night sky Outback. The giant and tall man opened the garage door, dust flying up in the air to reveal a messy but pleasant workshop with room in the centre for the bike and sidecar.

The huge guy parked the vehicle in the centre of the room and stopped it, sighing with a deep and monstrous like noise; he went over to his sleeping friend and scooped him up like a child, carrying him out of the garage and into the hallway of their home. Every step he took shook the room and creaked the floorboards, due to his large and heavy size. He got to a door and opened it to reveal a room with a large king size bed with bedside tables and drawers. He placed the skinny male on the bed and watched him spread out his arms and legs.

"Jamison… Wake up…" The tall male spoke out, making the sleeping male wake up and yawn tiredly.

The male 'Jamison', better known as Junkrat, stared up at his friend and yawned again. "What is it mate! I was trying to sleep." He frowned, rubbing his eye.

The tall male yawned and ruffled with his mate's hair. "You get back to sleep, I'll wash up…" He said, helping Junkrat remove his fake leg and arm and placed them off to the side. Junkrat watched his friend enter the bathroom was attached to the bedroom before laying back down and yawned back to sleep.

"Night Roadie…" He said, before falling asleep, slightly hearing voices from inside the wall. "Huh..?" He woke up and did his best to lean his head against the wall to try and hear the voices better, only to not hear anything. "Huh… Must be hearing things…" He told himself before falling back to sleep.

The weeks went on like normal for the two junkers, Junkrat acting like a playful teenager or child, mostly bored and going out to play on his riptire whenever he could. 'Roadie' known as Roadhog, would spend a lot of time in his garage, making new bombs and explosives for Junkrat to play and mess around with to keep him entertained. Other days, if the weather was bad, which was a rarity, Junkrat was stay inside and watch a ton of film while snacking on food and drinks.

Well, on this certain day, Junkrat went to get a few bits pf fruit when he discovered that his favorite, ruby red apples, had one of them missing. "ROADIE! Did you take one of my apples!?" He yelled, causing Roadhog to run out the garage and into the kitchen behind his mate.

"I didn't…" The masked man said.

"That's odd…" Junkrat frowned, picking out a orange and began to peel and eat it. "Well, can you get some for me tomorrow?" He asked politely.

"Sure thing Jamison." Roadhog chuckled, patting his friend on the back.

The following week, Junkrat was watching TV when Roadhog yelled from the garage calling him. "JAMISON!"

Junkrat jumped up and ran to enter the garage, shocked to find it all in a mess and Roadhog on his hands and knees, like he was searching for it. "Roadie… Buddy… What's wrong…?" He asked caringly, causing the masked man to look back at him in rage.

"YOU KNOW WHY!" He yelled, scaring the Junker. He noticed the shock and fear in his eyes and calmed down. "Sorry…. It's just, someone stole my match boxes I used for my nails, as well as my nails themselves!" He sighed in a growling format. "I need them…"

Junkrat crouched down and placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. "Roadie, it's fine, we'll get you some more later… Alright?" He then got back up and helped his friend with all his might. "There, now let's just go in the living room, put on a movie and just chill?"

"Sounds like a plan…" Roadhog smiled under his mask and followed his friend into the living room; both confused on who was stealing from them.

"Are we nearly there yet!?" A perky and bouncy voice pipped up from the wall inside the empty kitchen. The male voice had an Australian accent like the two owners, but sounded like it was coming out of a haystack.

"Shhhhh Hay, let's not get caught. Alright!?" Another male Australian spoke, his one sounding more serious and masking his fear with a brave voice. "Ok, now we're here." He spoke, wiggling a door like object before opening it, revealing it to be a part of the wallpaper that had a pattern plastered onto it that was in a circle shape right over the fridge.

A few seconds after looking from left to right cariously, the second voice stepped out from the wall and onto the roof of the fridge. The male; wore a white lab coat, with a dark purple apron that covered his waist, he also wore a lighter shade of purple leggings, the sleeves of his coat were rolled up to his elbows, to make more room for his two forearm accessories, on his left arm was a science glove while his right forearm has been removed like Junkrat, but the fake metal arm was coloured gold which had darkened, had the same colour on his fake peg leg on his right leg from his foot to his knee and on his other foot, wore a knee length boot, the same colour as the apron and glove. He had white, fuzzy hair, wore dark purple goggles, orange eyes and screws attached to the sides of his forehead. "Ok, it's safe to come out now Hay." He whispered, causing the first voice to dash out the wall and land on the fridge roof, giggling.

"It tickles Junken!" He giggled, looking at his friend. This male, couldn't be any more different than the other person; he wore a mud brown mask that covered the whole of his head apart from a hole at the top which exposed his straw like hair tied in a ponytail towards the sky, the mask had two glowing parts which resembled eyes that glowed in the darkness of the kitchen, below them was a small mouth that was shaped into a massive smile with metal bars going across them and hay sticking out, he wore a pair of red and dark red dungarees that were ripped from the waist, thankfully having his privates covered with a pair of baggy trousers the same colour as the mask, wrapped up with ropes and orange and green patches onto it, he was barefoot on his left leg but had a wooden peg leg attached to a bright orange, fake, metal kneecap on his right leg, he also had a fake metal arm on his right forearm the same colour as the kneecap while his left hand had a red glove that got to his wrist, the end being yellow and the fingertips being black. His whole body was covered in stitches and even had a few bandages wrapped round his wrist.

"Shhhhhh Hay!" 'Junken' whispered to his friend. "Do you want to get caught?" The scarecrow person shook his head in fright. "Good." 'Junken, who was really called Junkenstein, walked up to the edge of the fridge where the door was and looked at it. "Coming to get food?" He asked to his friend, 'Hay' AKA Hayseed.

"Yeah." He whispered, quickly dashing over to the area where Junkenstein was and sat down next to him. They put their legs on the edge of the door and pushed it with all their might, making the door open slightly but big enough for one of them to slip in.

"Ready Hay?" Junkenstein asked, pulling out a hook attached by a thick bit of thread, well, to them anyway.

"Always!" Hayseed gasped, allowing his friend to contect the hook onto the rope wrapped round his waist and lowered him down onto the first shelf of the fridge.

"Anything in there?" Junkenstein asked.

"Um…a lot of boba tea and frozen hotdogs…"

"Pass."

Hayseed was lowered down onto the next shelf.

"Anything here?"

"Sodas and stuff…"

"Ewwww, who has that freaking shit anyway!?"

"Should I keep going?"

"Yep!"

Hayseed jumped down the shelf, but that caused the rope to slip out of Junkenstein's hands and he landed harshly on the shelf below.

"Hayseed!" Junkenstein gasped, looking down before hearing the stomps of a giant coming towards the kitchen. "Hayseed, hide, skinny rat's coming, I repeat, skinny rat's coming!" He whispered down to Hayseed before dashing back to the entrance and closed it, leaving some room to watch; despite not wanting to do in fear of seeing his only friend taken by the giant.

Hayseed dashed and hide behind a packet of ham and cheese stacked on top of eachother. Hayseed peeked out slightly hearing the door open and watching in horror and fear, seeing the torso of Junkrat, using a cane to walk round the house.

He looked up and down at the shelves inside, nearly catching a glimpse of Hayseed, but him being too tired, he ignored the tiny scarecrow and grabbed the boba tea bottle, slamming the fridge door shut and heading into the living room to drink it.

Junkenstien quickly ran back to the door and reopening it, throwing down a longer rope of thread down to Hayseed and allowing him to grab it. He pulled his friend back up to the roof of the fridge, not before Hayseed grabbed six grapes for food that night and tomorrow.

"That was close… Too freaking close..." Junkenstein huffed, grabbing his friend and hugging him tightly, trying not to cry. "Quickly, let's go!" And with that, Junkenstein grabbed half of the grapes in one arm, held Hayseed's arm with his other and ran back to the way they came in, shutting it tightly.

However, what they failed to notice was that Junkrat, who had finished his drink, re-entered the kitchen and saw that entrance shut. "What…? Wow, I must be more tired than I thought…." He yawned, putting the tea back into the fridge and heading back to his and Roadhog's bedroom. "Though, was it me or did I hear small, tiny voices…?"

"Woah!"

"Yay!"

Screams of both Junkenstein and Hayseed came down from the pipes inside the walls of the basement as they slid and fell down the pipes and landed nearby the washing machine. The two looked up, the basement covered in darkness and dust, showing no signs any of the two Giants were inside. Junkenstein took a deep breath and smiled, before coughing from the dust.

"Junken! Don't breath too hard, you'll cough from the dust and if you're loud enough, you'll bring them to us..." Hayseed rushed over to his friend and helped stop his coughing. Junkenstein sighed and nodded.

"True; sorry, it's just that was a close call... We could have been spotted and captured by them." He sighed, shuddering at the thought. "Come on, let's go before they get an idea..." He told Hayseed, holding onto his grape and heading towards a large pile of boxes; the tiny scarecrow followed after him.

After ten minutes of walking, the duo squeezed in between two of the boxes and entered a secret base for them. There were two match boxes, beds for the each of them; Hayseeds covered in bits of hay and Junkenstein's smelling slightly of metal and chemicals, a small box off to the side where they kept small items of food and supplies for their adventures out the basement with more food than supplies, there was a thimble with the holes covered up to keep water in, a table next to it and a rug made out of a piece of lost fabric and at the furrest corner which was an escape exit and entrance to the maze of pipes and wires around the house to allow them secret exploration. They sat down on their beds and removed their fake legs; placing them gently next to their beds and crawled inside their boxes, starting to eat two of the grapes which they had just took from the giants' fridge, the only source of light coming from the blue glow of Junkenstein's chemicals and Hayseed's glowing mask.

While eating, Hayseed kept pausing and found himself staring up towards the floorboards above, hearing one of the giant's footsteps, most likely Junkrat's, thundering above them.

Junkenstein noticed and clicked his left fingers at Hayseed, causing the scarecrow to jump and stare. "Hay, no need to look. We know the threat and they can't find us here." He explained, finishing his grape.

"Well... That's not what I was looking at..." Hayseed excused, finishing off his grape and giving a quick burp. "I was just thinking..."

"About what?"

"Maybe they aren't as evil as the scary monster and THE witch..." He spoke, the last name making Junkenstein's face turn pale and shiver in fright.

"NO! We do not mention that name!" He quietly yelled, pointing at Hayseed who began to whimper and tear up. Junkenstein saw and sighed, hopping over to Hayseed's bed and sitting next to him, wrapping his arm round him and rubbing his left arm. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout..." He comfortingly said, making the upset scarecrow calm down and smile again.

"Well, as I was saying;" Hayseed picked up again, snuggling closer to the other. "Maybe these two giants aren't as bad as those two. Maybe if we introduce ourselves to them, they'd welcome us in. Have us stay in a nice spot in the house, keep us warm and fed, clean and making sure we're safe from predators!"

"Absolutely not Hay!" Junkenstein glared, hopping back into his bed and laying down. "All giants will be the same, they will abuse and attack and hurt us; turning us into slaves and stuff! We're better off hiding, right under their ugly noses; especially the fat one!"

"Roadhog, I believe his name is Roadhog." Hayseed corrected.

"I DON'T CARE! They're all the same to me!" Junkenstein huffed, removing his chemicals, fake arm, boot and lab coat, neatly placing them on the side next to his fake leg and began to sleep. "We'll talk more about this tomorrow. Night Hay, remember, 'Giants are monsters, not friends.'" He yawned, falling asleep.

Hayseed stared as he removed his arm and layed down too, staring up at the ceiling, which was the floor of the two giant' slalom bedroom; the snoring from the pair of them both scaring and settling Hayseed down into a sleep. "'Giants are monsters...not friends...' Night Junken..." Hayseed yawned and fell asleep, hugging the hay surrounding him. "And maybe, just maybe...I can prove you wrong..." He whispered, finally drifting off to sleep after such an exicting evening.