kiwisficsanddrabbles:

Junkrats first secure hideout as a child after the Omnium was an abandoned library. Nothing much there worth pilfering, out of the way of any scavvers for the longest time. It was dry and intact and safe.

He’d been to school before the Omnium, and the books he read to pass the time and distract from his empty stomach built off that foundation. Not just story books. In the non fiction section he found books on chemistry and engineering, survival skills and electronics.

He built his first wallaby trap on the back of that knowledge, and slept with a full stomach for the first time in years. 

There was a holoplayer too, and when he could get the power to work he’d watch them, old classic movies casting flickering lights on the dusty, creaky walls as he watched old hammer horror films like Frankenstein’s monster. When the scavvers found his home they kicked him from it, a skinny kid about 14 years old, chasing him away as they stripped the walls for copper. He’d heard of Junkertown. Maybe they’d need someone who could make decent explosives? And he had few options, anyway.

He still misses that library.