First try at a Overwatch fic. Please review! Oh and I'll leave it up to you guys to come up with who you wanted to help Rat. It can be anyone except for Roadhog. I have plans for him. :)
"JUST SHUT UP!" Roadhog yelled as he threw Junkrat at the wall where the little man smacked his head hard enough that he saw stars and blood followed his head as he slipped down the wall.
Tears formed in Junkrat's eyes as he looked up at the man he once wished was his father but now...he wished he never touched that picture. He's never seen Roadie so pissed off at him before. Well, except that time when he accidentally burned down a safe house while trying to make breakfast.
A zipping sound draws his blurry attention to see Roadhog had packed up his things. Panic rose in his chest. 'No! No, no, no, no! Where's he going? No! Please don't leave me. I didn't mean to destroy the picture. No. Don't go!' He screamed in his head.
"Daddy!" Junkrat called out weakly as Roadhog walked out of the room.
Tears fell from the little junkers eyes as he crawled after the man but he didn't get far until he couldn't find Roadie. Falling onto his tummy he sniffles and curls into a ball before starting to cry loudly like a child. He wanted his father figure back. He was the only reason why he was still on this earth.
'I'm sorry daddy.'
Junkrat groaned as he woke up in a room he thought he recognized but not really. There were some kind of papers on the wall and he was getting weirded out. Spotting a letter opener he felt his mouth go dry. No one was here to stop him. He could get rid of a major problem.
Standing on a shaky leg and peg he quickly grabbed opener and walked into a bathroom near a desk. Who's room was this? Why was everything so blurry? Dropping onto the floor Rat rubbed some dirt off of his flesh arm before dragging the blade a cross his arm. He did this a few more times before he dropped the letter opener and leaned against the tub behind him.
Rat felt relief flood over him. He grinned to himself as he remembered the first time someone saved him from himself. That person was his Hoggie. His Roadie. His bodyguard. His (metaphorical) father.
He made sure to never leave Rat for to long. A door opening his blurry eyes he turned to see somebody in the doorway to the bathroom with wide eyes, looking straight at him. He smiled softly before saying in a broken voice as his eye sight started to fade.
"G'day mate..."
As soon as he said that he managed to see the person run out of the room and yell for help before his vision went black.