A Rats Game
(Y/N) POV
There is a defining moment for nearly everything in life. When did you realize that it was time to grow up, who your friends would be? How you shall grow into your future and how everything will affect you differently and then make progress to better yourself after a moment. Everyone can give a defining moment, friends, lovers, enemies and so on.
The defining moment of Jamison "Junkrat" Fawkes was with an old pair of sweatpants, an ass smack, and sooty handprint.
It was a 'Game' Winston said. That there would be paint pellets instead of our usual bullets. Everyone had their equipment modified for the day. Some scoffed, others were exited, it didn't really matter though. A sniper would be hard to hit at a distance. The game was in a way, a hunt. Once you 'kill' your target, you obtain theirs and the game shall progress till there are two hunters left.
Everyone trickled into the large training area, wearing clothes that had seen better days and no one would have to get their good clothes dirty. Athena making different obstacles for everyone to use however they deem fit. Anyone who got paint on them was to report to the observation deck. Where gambles would be made later on.
Athena made one hell of an arena, large walls with shattered windows to shoot out of, a few slopes leading into what seems to be a fight pit. Lovely. There was a sort of mesh wire platform that leads to a high crows nest, a perfect sniping perch. Hanzo and Ana would try to go to the tower as soon as possible. Gotta either get up there first or eliminate them.
Winston and Bastion are already on the observation deck, waiting to give the go-ahead to begin. That Bastion is something else really, often found in the garden that it made and passing around different 'gifts' to everyone. Gifts like some twigs, an acorn, and sometimes if you get really lucky, a pen. Bastion has such a sweet soul when they are not trying to murder.
"And Begin," Winston says over the com, everyone scattering to different area's as the 30 second wait period begins to countdown. All hell broke loose when the clock hit zero.
The ladder to the top of the tower was just random metal pipes, making going up a bit of a hassle. Placing a trip wire trap behind one of the bars as insurance. First target, Pharah. The woman is currently in the air, coyly calling out for Symmetra to show himself. Deep breath. Line up the shot. And... Fire.
The paint pellet found her side, the bright blue standing out against the brown armor that Pharah got when she was a recruit. "Parah is out. (Y/N)'s new target is Genji." Winstons' voice echoed. Shit. There goes any element of surprise.
A loud shriek and the sound of splattering was heard below. Looking over the side of the tower revealed Mercy covered in paint and holding onto the bar that was rigged. Again, insurance.
Angry Japanese from one of the fight pits brought your attention back. Hanzo and Genji are in a stalemate situation. Genji with a paint roller and Hanzo holding what seems to be a Nerf bow, the 'bullets' dipped in hot pink. This is too easy, a two for one.
The brothers looked rather surprised to see the mess on Genji's armor, then said cyborg laughed when Hanzo got dinked in the back of the head. A smirk pulled at your lips. At this rathe everything should be done in about 10 minutes.
Everything was not done in about 10 minutes. People making pot shots at each other for about half an hour before Junkrat was the last target to eliminate. But... He is doing a damn good job at staying hidden.
"OI STOP FUCKIN' ME!!" The shrill Australians voice came from below. His peg leg keeps getting caught in the holes of the makeshift mesh bridge. Oh come on!! He is a sitting duck as he pulls on the homemade limb. "COME DOWN AND FIGHT LIKE A MAN YOU DRONGO!!" Junkrat screeched. Shooting at the ground around him was fairly amusing, seeing him jump while his leg is stuck.
When Junkrat started to shoot randomly however, it was time to end this. Deep breath... Line up the shot... And... "YOU FUCKIN HIT ME NIPPLE YOU CUNT!!"
"I WAS YOUR HEART!!" You shout back, trying to keep down the bubbling laughter. "THEN WHY IS MY NIP NOP LOOKIN LIKE A BLUEBERRY?!?!" Dear Lord please help me. "The winner is (Y/N). Also McCree please pay Ana fifty dollars." Winston laughs.
Climbing down the tower to see Junkrat glaring and balancing on his actual leg as to not get stuck again. "You cheated!!" He huffed. "Mmmmhm, sure I did." You shrug while walking past him. "Fine fine wotever. Good game!!" And that's when IT happened. Smack!! Time seemed to slow down, heat running over your face as Junkrat cackled.
"Ha ha ha... Hey, you wanna know what my favorite play is Jamison? The NUTCRACKER!!" You scream and kick him in the dick before stomping off, leaving that filthy god damn rat to suffer.