Junkrat's POV
Ugh. My eyes...
Slowly opening my eyes, the first thing I saw were several metal bars surrounding Roadhog and I. As my eyes adjusted, I noticed that all of my belongings were gone, aside from my prosthetics. As for Roadhog, he too eventually woke up to find his Scrap Gun and hook gone.
Junkrat: Great. We're in the madhouse.
Roadhog: Where's our stuff...?
The mysterious man with a broken green helmet entered the dim room from ahead of us, holding the black briefcase we had stolen from the Talon knob in Numbani. Grabbing a sky blue metal chair, the man sat down as an Omnic voice came from him.
???: Hello.
Wha!? No! It can't be!
Junkrat: Oi! I thought you were Human!
The man rolled his clearly visible eyes.
???: Walker is a human man, the same as you two Jamison.
Junkrat: How do you know my-!?
Then I remembered all the wanted posters around the world.
Junkrat: Wait, don't answer that. What do ya want with us? You gonna put us in jail?
Roadhog: Idiot...
???: We have a proposition for the two of you.
Oh, really now?
Junkrat: We're listening.
???: Your expertise in explosives have caught the attention of both Talon and Overwatch. As you've noticed, working for Talon has led you to betrayal and imprisonment.
Junkrat: That's cause them dipsticks decided we weren't good enough! Can't go legit anywhere in this stinkin place.
???: But after speaking with Walker, we are giving the two of you a choice: You may either rot in a maximum security facility in the United States, or you can work for us.
I ou-wait, what?
Both Roadhog and I were confused to say the least.
Junkrat: Huh!?
???: You will be working for Overwatch, a-.
Junkrat: The hell's that?
???: An international task force, comprised of the best soldiers and scientists the world has to offer, with the goal to maintain peace.
Junkrat: Ah, superheroes. Noice.
???: I... umm....yeah, something like that.
Junkrat: But how do we know you're not just pulling our legs?
The man stood up and approached the cell we were in as I kept going.
Junkrat: We've already been screwed twice from going legit. First was that knob from...Eh, I forgot. Then Talon, now-.
Unlocking the door, the man opened up the cell and tossed us the briefcase. Opening it up, the money inside was still intact.
Junkrat: 500 thousand big ones, all still in the case.
Roadhog: Yes...
???: We will also be providing you with proper living quarters, as well as basic necessities. What we are giving the two of you us a new life, a life that that isn't behind a cell.
Speaking of cells.
Junkrat: What about the pigs?
Turning to Roadhog, I noticed the glare he gave me behind that mask.
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The Hellwalker Roams: A DOOM X Overwatch Story
FanfictionA lone man, one long forgotten by all, returns to his home planet, only to see nothing but death and abandonment. Realizing the world needed him once more, he roams the Earth, finding others with the same intention as his along the way.
