#mayhaym

For @explodeyrat from here.

     Junkrat was in a strop, and of course, the cause had been Roadhog. He wasn’t sure what the problem was. Usually the man tolerated his ramblings after he’d been reading. The facts and stories he pulled from books he’d found or stolen. Only ever from the nonfiction section, of course. He couldn’t sit through a novel, he had neither the patience nor the memory for it.

Only this time around, the topic of the book he’d nicked hadn’t been history or biology. This time, the book was on the occult. It was in the nonfiction section of the library they’d driven Hog’s hog through during one of their regular rampages. It had to be true, right? That, apparently, was where they disagreed. Roadhog took issue with Junkrat regurgitating everything he remembered from the book as fact, and Junkrat got increasingly irate as he was repeatedly fobbed off. It was some interesting shit, and Roadhog was treating him like some kinda idiot.

So he’d marched out of the barn they were hiding out in, intent to go start a fire somewhere to cool off, book clutched to his chest, mumbling angry nonsense to himself. He paused as he saw something coming towards him. A light? It looked like a flaming torch and as tempted as Junkrat was to find out, he hadn’t lived so bloody long in the wastelands by charging into trouble willy nilly without the firepower to back it up, and he only had a few pipe bombs and a bear trap on him. Hm. That was an idea...