From what I know the cyber demon Genji skin is apparently from an alternate reality where he is now completely robotic and has no human parts left except for his consciousness and soul. This I know because of a video on gaku space's yt where he said that when he was recording The Voice lines for the cyber demon skin he was told this was an alternate universe Genji who was entirely replaced.
And considering it's a even more cyberpunk universe compared to the already cyberpunky current OverWatch, I think it would be really cool especially considering this season's theme if we had gotten either an omnic mercy or a cyborg mercy, and when I say cyborg mercy I mean it very cyborg mercy being mostly robotic parts with some human elements remaining.
Plus then you can have cyborg/omnic Gency!
And they would both have very light themed stuff because mercy obviously has a giant glowing angel wings which in one of the cinematic cutscenes in storm rising literally flash bangs people. And then cyber demon Genji his whole thing is about light and light coursing through his veins etc etc. Also considering both of them (I'm picturing mercy having a similar situation to Genji where she started off human but has eventually replaced almost everything including her face) don't have mouths they could just kind of gently head butt instead of kiss, even better if there's like a little electric zap when I do it.
Then there could also be a cute thing where as Angela is struggling to come to terms with her cybernetic body, genji's there for her the whole time and takes her to see zenyatta so she can help her like he helped Genji.
[Hey guys! thank you so much for being so patient with this. I’m sorry that it took so long to get this chapter out, but life happens, yeah? Anyway, I hope you like it!]
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Roadhog stood there, staring. Seeing the new couple together, all Roadhog could do was watch.
He knew that Junkrat was head over heels for the girl omnic, but didn't ever think he'd act on those feelings. However, there they were, just as before, only closer, a lot gigglier, stealing hugs and kisses here and there, and for Roadhog, it was disgustingly adorable.
Junkrat had been nervous as they worked on the bike and one of his Rip-tires in the garage the other day. Roadhog knew his younger employer well, but wasn't sure what had him so skittish. Junkrat only got that way when he knew he was in trouble, like a child afraid to tell their parent that they broke something. The large man let out a long sigh, "Alright, get on with it." Junkrat jerked his head towards him, "What do y'mean, mate?" Roadhog stood up from where he worked, a large wrench in his hand that he now rested upon his shoulder. "Whatever you're not tellin' me. I know you, Fawkes, so out with it." Junkrat stared blankly, his grip loosening on a screwdriver. As it started to fall, Junkrat tried to correct his hold on it, but the screwdriver met with gravity and he practically juggled the tool back into both of his hands. Letting out a relieved sigh, Junkrat gave a nervous laugh. Roadhog glared down at the smaller Junker, causing Junkrat to recoil under his gaze. This was it, his moment of truth. Junkrat let out a heavy sigh, "Can't hide anythin' from you, can I?" He looked down solemnly at the screwdriver and set it down. Putting both of his hands on his knees, he pushed himself up to standing. Breathing in and puffing up his chest, Junkrat put on his best serious and brave expression. "I like Symmetra!" He immediately shielded himself with his arms from the larger Junker, turning his face away with a wincing expression, ready to feel the pain of the wrench that could be thrown at him any moment. It never came. Junkrat opened one eye and peeked from behind his hands, his expression changing to confusion. He relaxed as he noticed Roadhog just standing there as before. He leaned forward, "Did...did ya hear me?" "Yes, I heard you. So what? That's it?" Roadhog lowered the large wrench and placed it on the seat of the bike. "Waddya mean 'that's it'?" Junkrat furrowed his brow. Roadhog placed his hands on his hips and let out another sigh, this time with a bit of a heavier breath, "That's it. That's what had you acting that way?" Junkrat dropped his shoulders and gave a tight frown. Roadhog raised his left hand to his head, smoothing down his hair. Junkrat raised a brow, "So you're not mad?" Roadhog turned to look at Junkrat, "Why would I be?" Junkrat straightened his back and threw out his hands, "Why? Bloke, it's SYMM. Y'know..." Junkrat did a robotic pantomime with his arms. Roadhog let out a raspy chuckle, getting another response of confusion from the young Junker. "Listen, Fawkes, I knew you were moony for that bot a long time ago. Surprised you admitted it finally is all," he lifted the wrench off of the seat and continued working. Junkrat looked to him, a concerned look plastered on his face. "But mate...Do...Are...I...," Junkrat let out a frustrated groan and continued, "You're okay with this?" As he cranked the wrench on a bolt on the wheel, Roadhog responded, "Trust me, mate, if I wasn't, she'd've been taken care of a long time ago. You know what I mean?" Junkrat slowly went back to work on his Tire, eyebrows knitted. "Besides, I bet she likes you back," Roadhog said, causing Junkrat to lose focus and hit his head on a spike.
And so, here they were. Roadhog shook his head, hardly believing that the scene before him was happening. He had watched Symmetra closely ever since Junkrat had brought her to the hide out. He had his weapons on him at all times, if there was any point where she would strike. He knew that Junkrat hadn't fixed her with any type of weaponry or knowledge of any kind of violence in her programming, but he had to be sure. He watched and monitored, always ready. But somehow, even he was impacted by her shear charm. She really was a nice little girl, albeit a robotic one. Symmetra would ask him if she could help him in any way when Junkrat had nothing for her to do. She was helpful, caring, a bundle of nerves, with a great sense of humor. Even Roadhog felt like there was no way that this 'Symmetra' was an omnic. He was mad at himself just slightly for allowing her to make her way into his life, thinking that he'd distrust her like a wild dog that needed to be yelled at for hanging around the property. Overall, he knew that even if she did turn one day, it would not be easy to take her out.
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Junkrat never knew he could feel so alive with just a simple touch. A hand to his cheek, a soft gesture on the shoulder, even just her fingers on his hand, made him feel like he did when he was setting off an explosive. Holding her in his arms, cuddling, and just talking and laying by her side, felt so right. It was still odd for him at times, especially since he never imagined being with an omnic, but there was something about her that he knew he couldn't let go of. It was almost as if she were right next to him, but also far away. He wasn't sure how to address this peculiar feeling to her, worried that she'd take it as something to do with her not being human. But no matter what, he made sure that she felt safe and loved, as she did for him. Love was hard, yet enjoyable, work.
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It was time for another job. They needed supplies and in general, the two Junkers never did like to stay in one spot for too long. Despite her begging to go with them, Junkrat preferred that Symmetra stay at the base where it was safer, even though he didn't like leaving her by herself. Like she had guessed early on, there was a defense system for the base, and it had kept quite a few out, even as she was there alone on a few occasions. As they set out, Symmetra gave Junkrat a 'kiss' and waved the two goodbye.
Even though it was a bit lonely when the two would leave, she didn't mind that it would help her get a lot of work done. Sometimes she would develop small things like turrets or schematics for traps, mostly to get rid of pests, but she had a hand in developing some of the defenses for the hide out. Roadhog monitored most of the work she had done in the beginning, so as to make sure she wouldn't try to betray them, but after proving herself to the both of them, they let her work on almost anything that she could get her hands on. At one point, she had designed something akin to a photon blaster, but she didn't nearly have enough supplies to create it (or a good enough reason to make one, other than to assist the two Junkers on a 'job'). Her mind was at play any time she was in the work room; schematics, little projects that were worked on or disassembled to create a new one, even a few formulas to pass the time. Sometimes she'd go for a few days without proper rest and accidentally overheat from the exertion on her body. When she would overheat, her body would go into automatic rest to cool off and she'd lay dormant until her system restarted and woke her up again. Junkrat came back to one of these reboots and it had scared him, so she did her best to make sure she took breaks and actually 'sleep'. He had also warned her that she could damage her system if she did that too much, which she knew was true, but felt as though she could handle it.
Alone she sat in the work room, working on a random project and sighing to herself, missing her two companions only after an hour. In the evening, she swept up the base, polished herself, and went to bed. It was going to be another long time without them.
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Four days later, the sound of an explosion pulled her from sleep. It had shook the hide out and there was a loud roaring from outside.
Symmetra got up cautiously, rolling out of bed and crouching down. It was weird for one of the traps to go off so close to the base and at such an early hour. However, the roaring sound outside only made her realize that this was no ordinary band of curious thugs, nor an average government inspection vehicle. Something was coming and she had to protect her home.
She made her way cautiously through the hall down to the workshop, grabbing any handheld explosive and weapon that she could find and that was finished. There were always testers and spares, but whether they worked to the desired effect was unknown most of the time. Another explosion had set off; landmines, carefully placed for those who would dare take a suspicious path towards the base. She equipped herself and made her way to the hangar. Armed with an older frag launcher with little ammunition, a bag of miscellaneous bombs and mines, and a small turret like gun at her hip, Symmetra readied herself for a fight. She imagined that this must have been some smuggler thinking that they could get their hands on some abandoned military weapons and was being very persistent about it.
She was very wrong.
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She ran through the hall, hoping to find cover and tossed a few small bombs behind her at the mass of agents in black. Grunts and screams of pain came from the blast. As she maneuvered her way through the halls, she did her best to throw them off of her scent at every turn, tossing anything she could to get them further away.
It was a horrific site when she had open the small door of the garage hangar. She had propped it open, only to see squadrons of tactically clad agents running towards the base. She knew they weren't military soldiers and their uniforms were something she had seen from long ago. They were a terror organization with a thirst for power and Symmetra could not think as to what had brought them to the base. To seize the base for their own? To steal anything of value? The only other possibility was that the two Junkers may have done something to anger this organization and caused them to get revenge at any cost.
Either way, Symmetra was running for her life and she was running out of hiding places, explosives, and ideas. She set up small turrets and threw landmines that blew up on contact, but she was reaching part of the base that she knew to be a dead end. Hoping to somehow use it to her advantage, Symmetra ducked into a small nook and let a group run by her, throwing her last grenade at them. Thinking it to be clear, she jumped out from her cover, only to meet face to face with one of the agents that had just run in from the end of the hall. Pointing a rifle at her, the agent stepped carefully towards her as Symmetra slowly took up the gun she had at her side. In another language, the agent shouted to her, "Don't move!" Symmetra knew several languages due to her past profession, however this language was one she had never heard before. Regardless, she understood just by the agent's body language that he didn't want her to try anything funny. The agent circled her, eyeing her for any movements. With robotic precision, she turned and aimed quickly and shot at the agent's shoulder, disarming him and causing him to drop to his knees in pain. She ran down the hall to escape him, turning a corner in order to throw the agent off if he had watched her leave.
There were too many. The base wasn't very large, but the amount of agents that infiltrated was too great in numbers. What had their objective been to cause so many agents to come for such a small place? Junkrat and Roadhog were likely notorious for many of their exploits, but for an organization to send this many in, this must have been a capture mission or an assassination attempt for the two. She did her best with what little ammunition she had left and was now running to try to escape the base, not sure where to go or how to contact the Junkers. There was a transmitter of some kind that they were developing, but it didn't reach well without a working tower for signal, and a radio style tower would definitely give the base away, so it was never completed.
As she passed a hallway, a round was shot at her, hitting a few of her vital joints. She hit the wall to her side and crumpled slightly, trying to straighten up and run again. Another round of gunfire sprayed, this time causing her to fall to the ground completely. She was not in pain, but her body was being punctured. Oil started to leak from a few bullet holes on her abdomen. She was losing control of a few of her limbs and she struggled to gain control again. Dashing forward, the agent that had shot at her slammed the butt of their rifle down on her head, knocking her down. The agent continued to beat her until she stopped moving, damaging and denting her body, and shot her until they knew she was incapacitated.
Symmetra laid there, feeling powerless. There was nothing she could do and it hurt her mentally to know that whoever these people were, they had won. At least her love was safe, or at least she had hoped. Her eye lights grew dim and her body let out noises and sparks. Her vision began to static and her systems were failing. She twitched and spasmed as her body was finally using the last of its energy, pulses of whatever was left escaping and leaving her limp. All she wanted to do was weep, for she knew that her body was destroyed once again and this time it was irreparable. The last thing she heard before her lights went out was the sound of many footsteps and some shouting.
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A gut feeling told Junkrat something wasn't right. They had finished robbing a large company of their latest tech for a client who wanted the tech for themselves, and made haste to return to the base as soon as possible. The current trip wasn't too far from where their base was and they had also retrieved the supplies that were need before the excursion. Roadhog had grumbled about abandoning another job, but Junkrat insisted that he felt uneasy.
Sure enough, upon reaching the outskirts of the desert land around the base, they saw remnants of the explosions, footprints, bits of shrapnel, metals and plastics, and the hangar door bent and destroyed. They pulled the bike in close to the garage, pulling out their weapons and cautiously entering the base. Junkrat feared the worst and in a low tone informed Roadhog that he would look for Symmetra. He made his way to the living quarters hallway, trying his best to step lightly and quickly in case any enemies decided to show up.
The whole base was quiet. Bullet holes, blood, and damaged walls from the explosions decorated everything. Junkrat found that the explosives and things had been taken from the shop and Symmetra was not in any of the rooms hiding. A sense of horror filled the pit of his stomach and fear spread across his face. He quickened his pace, rushing to the other side of the base in hopes of finding her somewhere. He stopped short when he found Roadhog in the far hall near a corner, on his knees, scooping up pieces of metal. The pieces were dented, ridden with bullet holes, covered in dirt and oil, and torn apart with wires at the ends. The metal was bronze.
Junkrat froze, his skin turning pale. Roadhog cradled what looked like an arm in his giant hands, slowly turning to look at Junkrat. Junkrat tucked his launcher to his side and made his way to see what lay beyond the corner. Her body was mangled beyond recognition. All of her limbs were torn off at every joint, with exposed wires sticking out from large holes. The metal was dented and warped, a large pool of oil underneath the doll like body. The only thing that was remotely intact was the face plate that hung loosely off of the crushed head, a large boot scuff imprinted between the eye slits.
Junkrat fell to his knees. With shaking hands, he reached out to touch her broken body. "Oi...Symm...Wake up," he said, shaking her gently on the shoulder. Tears began to form in his eyes. "Ey, Symmy! We're back, love! C'mon!" He choked on the words as globs of tears fell from his eyes. Roadhog raised a large, yet gentle hand to touch Junkrat's shoulder, causing him to jump a little and turn to look at his guardian. "M'sorry mate," Roadhog said, low, raspy, and a hint that even he too was crying. Junkrat folded forward, grabbing his head and wept. His knees and prosthetic leg grazed the oil on the ground, his ripped trousers absorbing some of it. Eyes red, cheeks wet, and a sniffling nose, Junkrat looked towards the face plate and pulled it gently off of the head with shaking hands. He cradled it in his lap and brought it up to his face, pressing it against his forehead and whispering, "I love you," over and over. He hugged it to his exposed chest, petting the inside edges with his good hand. He looked up and gasped for breath. Roadhog shifted to sit cross-legged, a large hand lifting his mask up slightly to wipe away tears and to let in air to the fogged up lenses. They sat there in silence, mourning her death.
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Junkrat denied it. He tried to think that he could rebuild her again, a whole new body, but everything that made Symmetra herself was damaged beyond repair. Her internal processing unit, her memory drive, any chips, software, drivers, all destroyed. He couldn't face reality. Nothing could take him from his grief. He couldn't eat, sleep, or work on anything. He would lay in her bed for hours, shivering and sobbing, remembering her.
Roadhog had looked about the hide out to see what the agents had done during this time. He wasn't sure who it was, but he knew it had been a large number and they were there to take them out. They had no real treasure or money at the hide out, for all of those things were scattered about in different countries in case of situations such as this. But an assassination attempt seemed to be the most logical explanation and the only target they managed to get was an innocent omnic girl. Roadhog sighed with a rumble. He knew that his young employer would not be feeling like himself anytime soon, nor would he try to push him.
On a dark and moonless night, they decided to give her body a proper Junker funeral. They built a platform for her body, everything arranged neatly, save for her face plate, which would go in last. Roadhog held the torch and lit up the platform, flames slowly engulfing and covering the body. It wouldn't burn properly, but this was how it was done in tradition, for they would bury what didn't burn later. The fire was large and fueled by what oil remained in the limbs, flames popping and licking the air. Junkrat held up her face plate towards the sky, his brows knitted and a frown plastered on his face. He did his best to give her one last smile, "Alright love, are you ready?" He turned the face plate to face the sky, "...May you be smiled upon. Shiny and new." He lowered the face plate and slowly approached the fire. As he did, the light of the fire revealed an odd symbol on the back of the face plate. He looked at it, confused as to what it meant. There were words written in a strange language, but he noticed that it had something like a name on it. He whipped his head towards Roadhog who stood not too far from him, curious as to why he was hesitating. Junkrat's eyes were wide in surprise, his golden eyes a brilliant amber from the light of the fire. He showed the face plate back to Roadhog. He looked at it and knew what his small friend was on to.
They were going to find whoever had their name on Symmetra's faceplate.
sorry for the long wait!! this was a bit harder for me to do, and once the new animation was announced, i wanted to wait and see that first!
omnic au human bastion is a cloned supersoldier from a past great war. awakening after the chaos, he finds himself with no objective, and heads to nature to learn more about the world and himself [along with his feathered friend!]
[[also my bastion is autistic and nonverbal, and he and zenyatta use sign language to communicate with each other]]
[The AU where Junkrat finds an Omnic and befriends her!
Thank you guys for being patient with this one! It took a while, but I hope you enjoy it! \^^/ ]
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She was alone again. Junkrat and Roadhog tended to leave the hideout quite often, usually on a 'job' of some kind. She admired their work ethic, however, she wasn't sure what kind of jobs they were doing or if it was an honest means of work. Either way, she knew there was not much that she could change about her new comrades. She enjoyed their company and both had warmed up to her, but there was still the uneasy feeling that their bond could break at any moment. It worried her. Where would she go from here? Were there others that would accept her for being an Omnic? Should she go to the safe haven city that she had heard so much about? That would be an option if something bad were to happen. But another thought lingered in her mind; what about them? What if they had to abandon this place? What if they were hunted down? Where would they go? What if their lives were in danger? She knew that these were all possibilites and feared the worst. They already accepted this lifestyle, but Symmetra could not wrap her mind around the thought of having to live in such a way. But then again, she technically already was. She brushed the thoughts away, keeping her mind from dwelling to far into those situations. If it were to happen, though, she figured they had a plan, or at least, she assumed so.
Either way, Symmetra found herself cleaning their hide out. It was dark and dingy, with tons of dirt on the floors. The smell of rust, dirt, mildew, and even the faint scent of blood, lingered throughout their 'home'. The hideout appeared to be an abandoned military post way out from any civilization. It had a small aircraft hangar, four small barracks, the meeting room, the work room, and a litrine facility, the grimiest room of them all. Still, Symmetra found herself scrubbing away at everything and anything. If it bothered any of her sensors, it was going to be taken care of.
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After hours of cleaning, She dusted herself off with a rag and began to polish her new, shiny bronze surface. After being fixed with odd junk parts, none of her colors matched any more. Her original body design was a sleek white with black accents and blue lights, but after being rebuilt, she was an amalgam of different colors. She was grateful to be rebuilt, but the splotches of odd colors was a bit much for her tastes. In her spare time, she would sand herself, getting rid of any rough patches and odd colors. Junkrat would ask her why she was trying to 'thin herself away', in which she would tell him of her unease over the odd look of her body. After a bit of a quarrel as to whether or not she really needed to be one color or a million colors, they both finally settled on working together to give her a better appearance. It was odd taking her outer pieces off in increments, but soon enough, they had worked on her surface to be a golden bronze finish with dark grey accents, and her blue lights.
In one of the few mirrors in the hideout, she had spun around to see herself, giggling in amusement over her new look, "I'm so shiney, like the statue of a god!" Junkrat had only sat and grinned softly, admiring her. She noticed his staring, asking him what was wrong, to which he replied, "It's just nice to see you happy."
Symmetra slowed with the rag on her foot. She remembered all of this as she sat on the workshop chair, still having no idea why he would sometimes just stare at her. What was so odd about her? Was he still afraid of her? "I wonder if he is angry that I waste a lot of his time," she thought. It was true that they were on better terms, but it still did not erase the fact that she was an omnic. An omnic from a big corporation; two things that the Junkers did not like at all. She felt uneasy and clutched the rag. She did not understand why she was feeling this way. She thought that she should be glad that they weren't that close, so that way she could leave whenever she wanted without worry. However, there seemed to be something else.
Whenever Junkrat would hurt himself, she would get upset. When he would act too careless, she would lecture him about the importance of safety. Even when he made the dumbest jokes and comments, she would listen, argue, or laugh. He was a dangerous, low maintenance, unusual man, so why did she care so much about his well-being? And recently, he would act strangely around her, especially when he would get close to her. He would get nervous, his laughter faltering, his eyes would dart away with an embarassed or sad expression; unusual behavior that she was not used to. She decided that these thoughts were possible over analizations and brushed them off, continuing on with polishing.
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The bike pulled into the small hangar, dust flying and settling slowly. The two Junkers had returned from another successful raid. Roadhog got up slowly with a large bag slung over his shoulder, as Junkrat lifted himself out of the side car, reaching for a bag of his own out from behind the chair.
"Got it Roadie?" Junkrat called over, as Roadhog pulled the chain to close the heavy garage door down with one hand. He gave a cumbersome thumbs up with the hand that held the bag, continuing to pull on the metal chain. As the door gave a metallic thud to the ground, Junkrat hoisted his bag over his left shoulder with a proud grin, "Can't wait to show Symm the goods we got! Can't believe the place didn't have a trace of guards about!" Roadhog rumbled a response, causing Junkrat to roll his eyes. "Ah, yeah? So what if it had security cameras? We took em' out still, didn't we?" Junkrat raised his right arm in frustration, only to recieve another low growling response from Roadhog. Junkrat turned and waved his hand dismissively, "Right right, 'low key' next time!" He marched out of the hangar and into the hideout.
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"WHAT THE-?! The hell?!" Junkrat inspected quickly with his eyes. "The whole damn place smells like chemicals!" He darted about, looking everywhere and turning to call out to Roadhog. "Oi! Roadie!!" Roadhog lumbered into the hide out, letting out a sigh. "Ey. Look at all this! It's weird!" Junkrat motioned with his right hand, showing Roadhog how the grime on the walls in the meeting room had been removed, "It's like it's a whole different place! We are at the base aren't we?" Roadhog muttered something about how it must have been Symmetra, and Junkrat nodded. "Yeah...Must've been gone longer than expected. Poor girl decided to turn the whole place inside out," he set the bag on the low table. "Better see how she's doing, hopefully hasn't burnt a circuit over how filthy the place is."
Junkrat slowly made his way to the workroom, wondering why she hadn't come out to greet them already. He walked in, everything neat and organized as usual, with Symmetra sitting in the chair, bent over with her head resting on the table. Her eye lights were dim and a light fan noise emmited from her, indicating that she was in "rest" mode. He looked at her with a small smile and chuckled to himself.
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"Symmetra," called a gentle voice. She hadn't realized that she had went into rest until her mind pulled itself with the mention of her name. Eye lights slowly growing brighter, she raised her head and recalibrated.
"Mornin' sleapy head!" It was Junkrat, arms folded behind him, wearing one of his mischievous grins. She turned to him and began to greet him, only to interupt herself, "Morning!? Have I been at rest for that long? Oh my goodness, I did not welcome you and Roadhog upon arrival! I am so terribly sorry! Please do not be upset with me!" Junkrat gave a signature laugh. Symmetra grew confused, but Junkrat's laughter eased, "Oh Symm, you're a riot. No...We only got back an hour ago. Figured you could use the sleep. But c'mon! I got something to show you!" He motioned with a thumb towards the hallway. She slowly got up from the chair and followed him.
They walked towards the hall with the barracks, approaching the third room door. "I would've asked you to close your eyes, but not sure how you'd do that, really," he motioned with his head towards the room's door, "S'kinda small, but hope it's too your liking!" He opened the door and motioned with a hand for her to step in. Inside of the room was a neatly made twin sized bed, a small chest of drawers, a standing lamp in the corner, a vanity table with a rounded mirror, and a soft rug on the floor. "Oh, this room is very nice! Is someone coming to stay with us?" She asked, admiring the room. The door had been locked, so she was not able to clean it earlier, but it looked as though it had been kept nicely in her absence. "Someon- Sheila, this room is for you!" Junkrat choked on the words, barely believing her response. She spun to look at him, "What! For me?!" He gave a soft laugh, "Well yeah! Come on, I can't have a lady living inside the work room her whole life, now can I?" He pushed his hands into his pockets and gave a toothy grin. She couldn't believe it. She pressed her hands together, looking about the room here and there, "It's...It's really mine?" He nodded and she threw her arms around him, "Oh Junkrat, thank you! It's so wonderful! I don't know what to say!" He hugged her tightly, "Got another one for ya!" He pulled away and turned towards the door. He lifted his hand towards a hook on the back of the door, "This is also for you!" He held up a blue dress on a hanger. It was brilliant blue chiffon with a gold printed pattern all about it, a scoop neckline, draped sleeves, and two side slits on the elastized skirt. She slowly touched it with both of her hands, admiring the details and stunned that there weren't any of his hand prints on it. "Oh Junkrat, it's beautiful! Where did you-?" she thought for a moment, but decided against her question. She shook her head and gave a small chuckle, accepting the dress, "Nevermind. Thank you." She held it close to her, swishing the skirt. He smiled softly at her, "Anything for you, my love."
She stopped and looked up at him. Realizing what he had said, he laughed nervously, "Anything for you, LOVE! Haha! Sorry 'bout that, long day! A bit tired, y'see." He rubbed at his neck and gave a forced cough. "Well, glad you like it. Just make yourself at home. Gotta help 'Hog with a few more things, but I'll see you around! Later...In the morning or something!" He backed towards the door and left hurriedly.
Still clutching the dress to herself, she stared blankly at the doorway. Slowly turning her gaze back to the dress, she let out a sigh. She turned to sit on the edge of the bed and folded the dress in her lap. She didn't realize that she was spacing out. She would shake her head to bring her attention back, but it didn't seem to work. She got up and walked to the dresser, opening the top drawer and discovering a few over clothing articles inside. Setting the dress neatly inside, she decided to take a look at them later. She sat back down on the bed and laid down on her side. A room all to herself.
