#onehogapocalypse

Oh this cheeky rat, he had been planning it for weeks, finally, Junkrat saw the opportunity. Roadhog and him were alone on base, and he had acquired this new beautiful thing from a friend. And was ready to test it out. First though, he had to play the upper hand. The rat had to best the hog.

He was waiting in the rafters, careful not to make a noise to alert him, watching as he walked to the livingroom area to read. And grinned. Perfect. He began to crawl along the beam, watching in silence. Shifting and ready to jump down on him.

This was going to be so much fun, if he succeeded.

Drop time.

Keeping himself upright with one arm, and clutching at his bleeding wound with the other, Junkrat couldn’t help but make a very obvious noise of distaste as the yellow canister is all but pressed up to his face. Knowing fully well of what it was capable of, Junkrat’s hand abandoned his wound in favor of steadying Roadhog’s hand.

“Ye sound scared.” Junkrat points out with a little smile tugging on his face. Despite all, he’s still grinning like the little idiot he was. “Don’t be Roadie...I’ve ‘ad worse.” To emphasis his statement, Junkrat tapped his peg leg into the dirt. His leg. A prime example.