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Genji checked the invitation again. The Halloween party would be taking place at Mei’s house, and everyone was invited, Genji included. He was honored to be offered such a chance for gleeful social enjoyment. It would make a nice change from his usual meditation and training.
The invitation encouraged costumes, so Genji prepared a Raiden outfit, from Metal Gear Rising, as D.VA had incessantly insisted he do. It wasn’t hard… the most trouble he’d had was with the hair, mostly because he didn’t have much hair left in the first place. But he was not one to do things halfway, not ever. Genji went out and bought a bunch of the perfect shade of hair and grafted the stuff directly into his scarred and hairless head. The effect was quite convincing, or so D.VA gleefully intoned when she first saw the costume. He wondered for a moment what she’d be dressed as…
Genji arrived at Mei’s house. He could hear music and laughter from within. He walked up to the door and knocked.
Nothing happened.
He knocked a little louder.
A Spooky Scary Skeletons remix was blasting from inside.
Genji knocked so hard his metal knuckles splintered a spot on the door.
Mei threw the door open. “What!?”
Genji looked her up and down. She was wearing green. There were large leaves on her shoulders and white petals were arranged around her head.
“We have a doorbell you know.”
Genji scratched the back of his head. “My sincerest apologies, Miss Zhou. I am not used to such devices, as there are no doorbells in the temple.”
“Yeah yeah,” Mei said. She seemed uncharacteristically sour.
“I was told to apologize for Guru Tekhartha Zenyatta. He received your invitation and appreciates the sentiment, but he is unable to attend.”
“That’s fine,” Mei said.
“If I may ask…”
Mei sighed. “I’m a Mei flower.”
Genji was quiet a moment.
“Laugh all you want. Everyone else has had their turn.”
“I had no intention of laughing, miss. I was only wondering what has you in such a foul mood.”
Mei stared at him. She stepped aside to let him through without a word.
Genji stepped through, uncertain.
The whole gang was there. Reinhardt was at a table, arm wrestling with Zarya. He was dressed in a white button shirt, and had shaved most of his beard and hair, save a moustache and a single curly lock on his forehead. Both were dyed blonde. Zarya was dressed in a spacesuit with a domed helmet. Mercy, Soldier and Mcree were standing in a group, holding red plastic cups. Mercy was dressed in a red devil costume complete with wings and a tail, Soldier was dressed in some kind of suit of armor, and Mcree had shaved his face, put on a brown cowboy hat with ridges along its rim and a yellow plaid button shirt, complete with a cowhide vest. Torbjorn was standing by Hanzo. They were dressed respectively as a red haired dwarf with a helmet, chainmail and an axe, and as a sleek man in green robes with long blonde hair and what looked like pointed ears. Close to the snacks table there was…
“Genji!”
D.VA had popped up out of nowhere and was right in front of Genji. “You look perfect! Just like you did yesterday!”
D.VA had made her hair red and pouffed up, had placed blush on her cheeks and goggles rested on her forehead. She was wearing a white shoulder cut crop top and some black compression shorts, and her feet were bare. She grabbed Genji’s hand and dragged him into the room.
“Hana, what…”
“I’m Ed, from Cowboy Bebop! Come on!”
She brought him up to the group mingling at the center. “Hey guys! Check it out, he’s Raiden!”
Mercy, Soldier and Mcree stared at him.
D.VA made a face. “You know, Raiden? From Metal Gear?”
Genji waved shyly.
“Ooooh,” Soldier said, as though he got it. He clearly didn’t get it.
“Whatever,” D.VA said quickly, “It’s clever, believe me. Anyway, here we have Mercy as a devil.”
“Heroes never die, for a price,” Mercy said coyly.
“And Soldier is dressed as Robocop.”
“Heh… yeah.” Soldier said.
“And this is Mcree as Woodie! Isn’t he perfect? And you shaved your beard too! I’d never thought I’d see a chin under there,” Dva said, scritching his chin.
“Ma’am,” Mcree said, “I would ask you kindly to stop touching my chin.”
D.VA snickered and drew away.
Suddenly, a great shadow was cast over the group. A man in a ragged black cloak and hood was looming over them, holding a large prop scythe. He extended bony hands towards them.
“And IIIIIIII’m…..”
They all spoke at once. “The Grim Reaper, we know!”
“Gggrrruuuhhhh….” Reaper seethed, and he edged his way away from the group.
Soldier crossed his metal costumed arms. “Of course Reyes would be the Grim Reaper.”
“You’re not so unexpected yourself, Morrison,” Mercy said, though not unkindly.
“At least I changed what I look like. Reyes just looks like he tore his regular outfit up a bit.”
Mcree nodded. “I will agree, it’s more than lackin’ in imagination.”
“Oh, lighten up, you guys!” D.VA said cheerfully. “It’s Halloween, not judge-your-friend’s-costume-choice day.”
Genji was curiously looking around the room at the other costumes.
“Oh, right!” D.VA said, “That’s Reinhardt as Alex Louis Armstrong, Zarya is wearing a space suit from Alien, and over there we have…” she turned towards the other side of the room. “Torbjorn and Hanzo as Gimli and Legolas, Tracer as Iron Man, I love that one, really great costume work. I love how she incorporated her temporal device as Iron Man’s chest core thingy. That Gundam is actually Pharah, Winston is Gorilla Grodd. He went all out with it, too! Got the armor and everything. Ana is a witch. And over there is Lucio, dressed as a frog. Again.”
Lucio waved at them when he heard his name.
“And I don’t know what Symmetra is supposed to be. She’s just wearing a nice dress I think. I guess she didn’t quite get the memo.”
Mei walked past them.
“Oh, and Mei! Mei! This is genious! Mei, tell Genji what you are!”
Genji started to say, “Actually, Hana, she has already said to me that her costume is…”
“A Mei flower,” Mei said flatly and walked off to the punch bowl. Bastion was there, wearing a top hat and black moustache, helping out by serving punch glasses.
“And where are…?” Genji started to ask.
“Junkrat and Roadhog are on their way. They’re coming in from some big heist or something. And Widowmaker isn’t coming. She’s too cool for all this, of course. Couldn’t be bothered to come.”
“She is within her rights, of course,” Genji said.
“Sure,” D.VA said, “but she’s also a jerk.”
“We must not question the choices of our friends. Amélie is her own person. If she wishes not to attend, that is her decision to make.”
“Yeah, yeah…” D.VA said. “You know, you’re no fun when you talk like that.”
“What is so erroneous about my speech patterns?”
“See, just like that!” D.VA said.
“I… don’t follow…”
“Oh, forget it. I’m going to the snack table. Maybe they got some Doritos or something.”
Genji watched her go, then found himself alone in a crowded room. People were laughing and drinking, some even dancing a little. He heard a slam as Zarya managed to beat Reinhardt’s hand into the table.
“Nooo!” Reinhardt called out. “This is… not fair! I was hesitating! We go again!”
“Go all the times you like, old man! It is impossible to defeat me!” Zarya said before grabbing Reinhardt’s hand and resuming their contest.
Genji watched them for a moment. They seemed so… alive. So charged with energy. Genji hadn’t felt like that since… well, a long time ago. Before his body was destroyed. Before…
Genji shook his head quickly. He didn’t want to think about that. He set off towards the snack table, looking for a distraction. As he did, he walked past Hanzo and Torbjorn. The armor clad man was animatedly speaking to Hanzo.
“…and then I said to him, if you want a gun that’s gonna aim fer ya, just build a turret!” He laughed out loud. “Save yerself the headache!”
Hanzo was listening quietly, his face unmoving. He looked up when Genji walked by.
“Brother,” Hanzo said.
“Brother,” Genji replied.
“Your costume is quite… elaborate.”
“Thank you, brother,” Genji said. “And yours is…”
“A bloody godsend is what it is!” Torbjorn interjected. “We didn’t plan this, you know! He just came in looking like that! Imagine the coincidence!”
“What made you choose…?”
“I lost a bet with the monkey,” Hanzo said.
“Ah… that explains things a bit,” Genji said. “It’s good to honor our agreements, brother. I always admired that in you.”
Hanzo looked away. “You shouldn’t speak of honor.”
Torbjorn looked up at them. “Uhhh… you two need some privacy?”
“No,” Hanzo replied, looking back to Genji. “He was just leaving.”
Genji stood there for a moment, looking Hanzo in the eye, before he continued towards the snack table. By the time he got there, he was no longer hungry.
He sighed. He was starting to feel like coming was a bad idea. Everyone seemed at edge. It appeared old wounds are hard to bury, even just for one night. He just wished…
The front door literally exploded inwards. Everyone jumped and drew hidden weapons. Reinhardt just ripped one of the table’s legs clean off to use as a club.
“Well, well, well,” came Junkrat’s jeering voice through the smoke. “What a bunch of misfits and freaks we got here.” He suddenly stepped through the smoke, holding a detonator. “I LOVE IT!”
Everyone relaxed visibly and lowered their weapons.
“Yes, fellow Overwatchers,” Junkrat continued, “It is I, JUNKENSTEIN! And with me is my finest creation! My crowning achievement!” He laughed maniacally. “MY MONSTER!”
The ground quaked as a costumed Roadhog stepped through the widened opening where a door once stood.
Junkrat immediately hugged his stomach. “Isn’t he just gorgeous?”
Roadhog grumbled. He dropped a heavy duffel bag.
“Don’t drop that just yet, big guy! We’re not done with it!”
Roadhog sighed and picked it up again.
Mei came running in from a side hallway. “My door!”
“Oh, relax rosebud, you’ll get another one,” Junkrat said, patting her shoulder before moving further into the party. Roadhog followed him. Mei fell to her knees, stunned.
Genji watched them approach the snack table.
“Ah, yes!” Junkrat said cheerfully as he spotted Genji. “Just the man I wanted to see! Cool robot ninja costume! Although it’s not much of a change for you!” He jovially elbowed Genji.
“Thank you, Mr. Fawkes. Your costume is quite impressive as well.”
“Oh, this?” Junkrat motioned to his lab coat. “I just found this lying around in the old closet!”
“You stole it,” Roadhog grunted.
“Alright, I might have stolen it a little bit.”
“From a dead man.”
“Moooooostly dead! Mostly dead!” Junkrat pat roadhog’s stomach. “Why, aren’t you chatty today, you big buffoon! Next you’ll be giving away our Wi-Fi password!”
“It’s ‘punk my junk.”
“Hahhahaaaaah! He’s kidding! That’s not it at all!” he clambered up to Roadhog’s ear and whispered harshly, the sound of which did not escape Genji’s robotic hearing.
“I told you never to tell anyone that!”
Roadhog reached across and gripped Junkrat’s neck in his massive hand. The smaller man choked and sputtered before being dropped on the ground again.
“Okay, okay,” Junkrat wheezed, rubbing his neck. “You’ve made your point.”
“You said you wanted to see me?” Genji asked.
“Yes! Yes, that’s right! I have to show you something truly spectacular! I know you’ll appreciate this. Hoggy dear, why don’t you help yourself to some snacks while the robot man and I talk things out?”
Roadhog sneered. He dropped the duffel bag and stepped up to the snack table.
“Good, good! Enjoy yourself big guy! We’ll just be a moment.” He crouched down to pick up the duffel bag, which was clearly too heavy for him.
“May I offer some assistance?”
“No you’re fine!” Junkrat said, although his pained face said something else entirely. “I’ve got it!”
“Are you certain? I can easily bear that weight for you.”
“No. Really. I’m fine.” Junkrat insisted before heading off towards a more private part of the house. Genji followed him.
--
“Why are we absconding to the washroom?” Genji asked as Junkrat led him into the restroom.
“Just for uhh… ultimate privacy! This surprise is something I want just you to see! That’s how much of a pal you are!” Junkrat started unzipping the huge duffel bag. “Close the door willya?”
“Very well, Mr. Fawkes,” Genji said, closing the door, “but is there truly any need for all this-?”
Genji was suddenly hit by a forceful blast of energy. He reeled and fell backwards. As he hit the ceramic floor, he felt as though he had dropped several stories’ worth of distance. He immediately felt like something was wrong. His arms and legs were no longer moving, and he was unable to turn his head. What’s more, Junkrat’s laughter filled the room, booming enormous and from somewhere above him.
“HAAHHAHAHAH!!” Junkrat was jumping and jeering. “I got you! I got you you gullible fool!”
Genji was face first on the floor and couldn’t turn his head.
“But what’s this?” Junkrat said, “No little morning stars to pepper me? No ninja swords to give me nasty papercuts?”
Genji tried to speak, but even his voice modulator wasn’t responding. What was going on?
And then a shadow came over him. And then massive structures of flesh started to fold around him. He was being lifted off the ground, by some sort of… giant fingers.
And then he was turned around and came face to face… with Junkrat’s enormous face.
There was nothing but glee in those gigantic orbs that were his eyes, a toothy grin that spanned the length of a school bus, an angled, crooked nose that looked like it could crush a house.
Genji had been shrunk.
He tried to struggle. He tried to scream. Nothing happened. His smaller scale must have been messing with his circuits, nothing was working properly. He was glad now he had removed his visor for the costume, otherwise he was sure it would have been powered down.
“Well well, it seems the ninja robot is nothing more than a little action figure now!”
He shook Genji. There was nothing Genji could do.
“Marvelous! Simply fantastic! Doctor Junkenstein’s finest creation works like a charm!”
Junkrat brought up his other hand, and Genji was able to see a gun-like contraption, with fusion coils and power cells and a glowing barrel, tendrils of electricity coursing its ridges. Thick cords came out its back and disappeared into the duffel bag, where Genji was sure more machinery was hidden. So that’s why the duffel bag was so heavy.
“And now you’re mine!” Junkrat said, “Mine, mine, all mine to do with whatever I want!”
Genji locked eyes with the raving lunatic.
“Ah you’re wondering why I did this, aren’t you? Why would I, the unconquerable Junkrat, steal a shrinking machine with the express purpose of reducing you to the size of a disgusting bug? Well to get rid of you of course! I’ve had enough of you jumping through the air and climbing all the walls and somehow dashing right off my grenades! Do you have ANY idea how much high grade explosive I’ve WASTED trying to evaporate you!?”
Junkrat was screaming right onto the shrunken Genji, spattering him with spit. Genji’s field of view was swallowed up by his wildly ranting mouth.
“Well NO MORE! After tonight I’ll NEVER have to deal with your INSUFFERABLE dashing and dodging EVER AGAIN!”
A shard of ice seemed to have pierced Genji’s mechanical heart. He couldn’t really mean he was going to kill him, could he? In the middle of the Halloween party? Everyone had agreed to a truce, there would be peace while the party was on, but it appeared Junkrat had no inclination of adhering to such a truce. Genji could see it in his eyes. There was murderous intent there.
“I know just what to do with you…” he muttered between fits of giggles. “I. Know. Just. Where to put you.”
With that, he closed his fist around the shrunken Genji, hiding him entirely.
--
Roadhog had lifted his monster mask just enough for his enormous mouth to be free. It seemed to take up the entire lower half of his face with its plump lips and gnarled teeth and fat, wet tongue. He was digging his meaty hands into bowls of chips and trays of tiny sandwiches and shoving fistfuls right into his mouth. He’d chew once or twice and then force the mashed clump down his throat. Every so often he’d let out a thunderous belch.
The other guests were giving him a wide berth. They had surrendered the snack table to him. No one was anywhere near him… until Junkrat approached him. What could he want now?
Roadhog noticed him place something in the guacamole bowl.
“Here you are, big guy!” Junkrat said, lifting the bowl towards him. “Eat up! A growing boy needs all the food he can get!”
Roadhog looked down at the bowl, cheeks still stuffed with chips. He looked at Junkrat.
“Go on!” Junkrat said with a jovial grin.
Roadhog seemed to realize something. He swallowed the chips with a sonorous gulp and grinned before taking the bowl in his hands. He lifted it to his mouth and tilted the whole thing in.
--
Genji wanted to scream, but without his voice modulator the only screaming was in his head. He was caught in a mudslide of guacamole descending directly into Roadhog’s tremendous mouth. His eyes widened as he passed Roadhog’s lips, then descended past his teeth until he finally splat directly onto his gargantuan tongue. The guacamole landslide continued directly into his gaping gullet, and Genji was coming with it.
--
Junkrat watched with triumphant fascination as Roadhog emptied the bowl right into his throat, gulping with his mouth open. Once it was all gone he closed his mouth and swallowed the last of it in a single motion, sending a fat clump down his neck to disappear into his mammoth torso. Junkrat followed it with his eyes, picturing it descending into the depths of Roadhog’s enormous stomach.
There was a gurgle. Then a rending noise as the front of Roadhog’s costume ripped open and his planetoid belly burst free.
Roadhog groaned. Junkrat shuddered, his eyelids quivering. He threw himself onto the man’s gut and wrapped his arms around it, stroking it.
Symmetra was trying really hard to avert her eyes from this scene, but something about it was almost hypnotic. She forcibly turned away and tried to make idle chatter with Gundam Pharah.
Junkrat sighed out in bliss. “You big lovely giant you~” he said, rubbing circles into his fat.
--
Genji was sinking through the sludge, sinking like a stone. The man’s girthsome body was too many layers thick for any light to make its way through, so Genji blindly sunk deeper and deeper inside. There was a loud digestive groan, and the stomach walls churned the belly’s contents, turning the sludge and kneading at it, soaking it in secreting acids.
No, Genji thought. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be food. Get me out of here. Get me out!
And think was all he could do as he continued to sink into the depths of this new digestive hell.
--
Roadhog felt a belch building up. He turned his head down and let the gas escape him, blasting Junkrat with the noise. He quaked under it, his cheeks rosy.
“Heh,” Roadhog said. “Freak.” But he stroked Junkrat’s head with his hand.
Some of the other guests seemed to be leaving early.
“So… hehh…” Junkrat said, “You wanna uh… go sit down somewhere to break down all that junk? Or maybe… lie down?”
Roadhog grinned.
“I’m in no rush.”
The invitation encouraged costumes, so Genji prepared a Raiden outfit, from Metal Gear Rising, as D.VA had incessantly insisted he do. It wasn’t hard… the most trouble he’d had was with the hair, mostly because he didn’t have much hair left in the first place. But he was not one to do things halfway, not ever. Genji went out and bought a bunch of the perfect shade of hair and grafted the stuff directly into his scarred and hairless head. The effect was quite convincing, or so D.VA gleefully intoned when she first saw the costume. He wondered for a moment what she’d be dressed as…
Genji arrived at Mei’s house. He could hear music and laughter from within. He walked up to the door and knocked.
Nothing happened.
He knocked a little louder.
A Spooky Scary Skeletons remix was blasting from inside.
Genji knocked so hard his metal knuckles splintered a spot on the door.
Mei threw the door open. “What!?”
Genji looked her up and down. She was wearing green. There were large leaves on her shoulders and white petals were arranged around her head.
“We have a doorbell you know.”
Genji scratched the back of his head. “My sincerest apologies, Miss Zhou. I am not used to such devices, as there are no doorbells in the temple.”
“Yeah yeah,” Mei said. She seemed uncharacteristically sour.
“I was told to apologize for Guru Tekhartha Zenyatta. He received your invitation and appreciates the sentiment, but he is unable to attend.”
“That’s fine,” Mei said.
“If I may ask…”
Mei sighed. “I’m a Mei flower.”
Genji was quiet a moment.
“Laugh all you want. Everyone else has had their turn.”
“I had no intention of laughing, miss. I was only wondering what has you in such a foul mood.”
Mei stared at him. She stepped aside to let him through without a word.
Genji stepped through, uncertain.
The whole gang was there. Reinhardt was at a table, arm wrestling with Zarya. He was dressed in a white button shirt, and had shaved most of his beard and hair, save a moustache and a single curly lock on his forehead. Both were dyed blonde. Zarya was dressed in a spacesuit with a domed helmet. Mercy, Soldier and Mcree were standing in a group, holding red plastic cups. Mercy was dressed in a red devil costume complete with wings and a tail, Soldier was dressed in some kind of suit of armor, and Mcree had shaved his face, put on a brown cowboy hat with ridges along its rim and a yellow plaid button shirt, complete with a cowhide vest. Torbjorn was standing by Hanzo. They were dressed respectively as a red haired dwarf with a helmet, chainmail and an axe, and as a sleek man in green robes with long blonde hair and what looked like pointed ears. Close to the snacks table there was…
“Genji!”
D.VA had popped up out of nowhere and was right in front of Genji. “You look perfect! Just like you did yesterday!”
D.VA had made her hair red and pouffed up, had placed blush on her cheeks and goggles rested on her forehead. She was wearing a white shoulder cut crop top and some black compression shorts, and her feet were bare. She grabbed Genji’s hand and dragged him into the room.
“Hana, what…”
“I’m Ed, from Cowboy Bebop! Come on!”
She brought him up to the group mingling at the center. “Hey guys! Check it out, he’s Raiden!”
Mercy, Soldier and Mcree stared at him.
D.VA made a face. “You know, Raiden? From Metal Gear?”
Genji waved shyly.
“Ooooh,” Soldier said, as though he got it. He clearly didn’t get it.
“Whatever,” D.VA said quickly, “It’s clever, believe me. Anyway, here we have Mercy as a devil.”
“Heroes never die, for a price,” Mercy said coyly.
“And Soldier is dressed as Robocop.”
“Heh… yeah.” Soldier said.
“And this is Mcree as Woodie! Isn’t he perfect? And you shaved your beard too! I’d never thought I’d see a chin under there,” Dva said, scritching his chin.
“Ma’am,” Mcree said, “I would ask you kindly to stop touching my chin.”
D.VA snickered and drew away.
Suddenly, a great shadow was cast over the group. A man in a ragged black cloak and hood was looming over them, holding a large prop scythe. He extended bony hands towards them.
“And IIIIIIII’m…..”
They all spoke at once. “The Grim Reaper, we know!”
“Gggrrruuuhhhh….” Reaper seethed, and he edged his way away from the group.
Soldier crossed his metal costumed arms. “Of course Reyes would be the Grim Reaper.”
“You’re not so unexpected yourself, Morrison,” Mercy said, though not unkindly.
“At least I changed what I look like. Reyes just looks like he tore his regular outfit up a bit.”
Mcree nodded. “I will agree, it’s more than lackin’ in imagination.”
“Oh, lighten up, you guys!” D.VA said cheerfully. “It’s Halloween, not judge-your-friend’s-costume-choice day.”
Genji was curiously looking around the room at the other costumes.
“Oh, right!” D.VA said, “That’s Reinhardt as Alex Louis Armstrong, Zarya is wearing a space suit from Alien, and over there we have…” she turned towards the other side of the room. “Torbjorn and Hanzo as Gimli and Legolas, Tracer as Iron Man, I love that one, really great costume work. I love how she incorporated her temporal device as Iron Man’s chest core thingy. That Gundam is actually Pharah, Winston is Gorilla Grodd. He went all out with it, too! Got the armor and everything. Ana is a witch. And over there is Lucio, dressed as a frog. Again.”
Lucio waved at them when he heard his name.
“And I don’t know what Symmetra is supposed to be. She’s just wearing a nice dress I think. I guess she didn’t quite get the memo.”
Mei walked past them.
“Oh, and Mei! Mei! This is genious! Mei, tell Genji what you are!”
Genji started to say, “Actually, Hana, she has already said to me that her costume is…”
“A Mei flower,” Mei said flatly and walked off to the punch bowl. Bastion was there, wearing a top hat and black moustache, helping out by serving punch glasses.
“And where are…?” Genji started to ask.
“Junkrat and Roadhog are on their way. They’re coming in from some big heist or something. And Widowmaker isn’t coming. She’s too cool for all this, of course. Couldn’t be bothered to come.”
“She is within her rights, of course,” Genji said.
“Sure,” D.VA said, “but she’s also a jerk.”
“We must not question the choices of our friends. Amélie is her own person. If she wishes not to attend, that is her decision to make.”
“Yeah, yeah…” D.VA said. “You know, you’re no fun when you talk like that.”
“What is so erroneous about my speech patterns?”
“See, just like that!” D.VA said.
“I… don’t follow…”
“Oh, forget it. I’m going to the snack table. Maybe they got some Doritos or something.”
Genji watched her go, then found himself alone in a crowded room. People were laughing and drinking, some even dancing a little. He heard a slam as Zarya managed to beat Reinhardt’s hand into the table.
“Nooo!” Reinhardt called out. “This is… not fair! I was hesitating! We go again!”
“Go all the times you like, old man! It is impossible to defeat me!” Zarya said before grabbing Reinhardt’s hand and resuming their contest.
Genji watched them for a moment. They seemed so… alive. So charged with energy. Genji hadn’t felt like that since… well, a long time ago. Before his body was destroyed. Before…
Genji shook his head quickly. He didn’t want to think about that. He set off towards the snack table, looking for a distraction. As he did, he walked past Hanzo and Torbjorn. The armor clad man was animatedly speaking to Hanzo.
“…and then I said to him, if you want a gun that’s gonna aim fer ya, just build a turret!” He laughed out loud. “Save yerself the headache!”
Hanzo was listening quietly, his face unmoving. He looked up when Genji walked by.
“Brother,” Hanzo said.
“Brother,” Genji replied.
“Your costume is quite… elaborate.”
“Thank you, brother,” Genji said. “And yours is…”
“A bloody godsend is what it is!” Torbjorn interjected. “We didn’t plan this, you know! He just came in looking like that! Imagine the coincidence!”
“What made you choose…?”
“I lost a bet with the monkey,” Hanzo said.
“Ah… that explains things a bit,” Genji said. “It’s good to honor our agreements, brother. I always admired that in you.”
Hanzo looked away. “You shouldn’t speak of honor.”
Torbjorn looked up at them. “Uhhh… you two need some privacy?”
“No,” Hanzo replied, looking back to Genji. “He was just leaving.”
Genji stood there for a moment, looking Hanzo in the eye, before he continued towards the snack table. By the time he got there, he was no longer hungry.
He sighed. He was starting to feel like coming was a bad idea. Everyone seemed at edge. It appeared old wounds are hard to bury, even just for one night. He just wished…
The front door literally exploded inwards. Everyone jumped and drew hidden weapons. Reinhardt just ripped one of the table’s legs clean off to use as a club.
“Well, well, well,” came Junkrat’s jeering voice through the smoke. “What a bunch of misfits and freaks we got here.” He suddenly stepped through the smoke, holding a detonator. “I LOVE IT!”
Everyone relaxed visibly and lowered their weapons.
“Yes, fellow Overwatchers,” Junkrat continued, “It is I, JUNKENSTEIN! And with me is my finest creation! My crowning achievement!” He laughed maniacally. “MY MONSTER!”
The ground quaked as a costumed Roadhog stepped through the widened opening where a door once stood.
Junkrat immediately hugged his stomach. “Isn’t he just gorgeous?”
Roadhog grumbled. He dropped a heavy duffel bag.
“Don’t drop that just yet, big guy! We’re not done with it!”
Roadhog sighed and picked it up again.
Mei came running in from a side hallway. “My door!”
“Oh, relax rosebud, you’ll get another one,” Junkrat said, patting her shoulder before moving further into the party. Roadhog followed him. Mei fell to her knees, stunned.
Genji watched them approach the snack table.
“Ah, yes!” Junkrat said cheerfully as he spotted Genji. “Just the man I wanted to see! Cool robot ninja costume! Although it’s not much of a change for you!” He jovially elbowed Genji.
“Thank you, Mr. Fawkes. Your costume is quite impressive as well.”
“Oh, this?” Junkrat motioned to his lab coat. “I just found this lying around in the old closet!”
“You stole it,” Roadhog grunted.
“Alright, I might have stolen it a little bit.”
“From a dead man.”
“Moooooostly dead! Mostly dead!” Junkrat pat roadhog’s stomach. “Why, aren’t you chatty today, you big buffoon! Next you’ll be giving away our Wi-Fi password!”
“It’s ‘punk my junk.”
“Hahhahaaaaah! He’s kidding! That’s not it at all!” he clambered up to Roadhog’s ear and whispered harshly, the sound of which did not escape Genji’s robotic hearing.
“I told you never to tell anyone that!”
Roadhog reached across and gripped Junkrat’s neck in his massive hand. The smaller man choked and sputtered before being dropped on the ground again.
“Okay, okay,” Junkrat wheezed, rubbing his neck. “You’ve made your point.”
“You said you wanted to see me?” Genji asked.
“Yes! Yes, that’s right! I have to show you something truly spectacular! I know you’ll appreciate this. Hoggy dear, why don’t you help yourself to some snacks while the robot man and I talk things out?”
Roadhog sneered. He dropped the duffel bag and stepped up to the snack table.
“Good, good! Enjoy yourself big guy! We’ll just be a moment.” He crouched down to pick up the duffel bag, which was clearly too heavy for him.
“May I offer some assistance?”
“No you’re fine!” Junkrat said, although his pained face said something else entirely. “I’ve got it!”
“Are you certain? I can easily bear that weight for you.”
“No. Really. I’m fine.” Junkrat insisted before heading off towards a more private part of the house. Genji followed him.
--
“Why are we absconding to the washroom?” Genji asked as Junkrat led him into the restroom.
“Just for uhh… ultimate privacy! This surprise is something I want just you to see! That’s how much of a pal you are!” Junkrat started unzipping the huge duffel bag. “Close the door willya?”
“Very well, Mr. Fawkes,” Genji said, closing the door, “but is there truly any need for all this-?”
Genji was suddenly hit by a forceful blast of energy. He reeled and fell backwards. As he hit the ceramic floor, he felt as though he had dropped several stories’ worth of distance. He immediately felt like something was wrong. His arms and legs were no longer moving, and he was unable to turn his head. What’s more, Junkrat’s laughter filled the room, booming enormous and from somewhere above him.
“HAAHHAHAHAH!!” Junkrat was jumping and jeering. “I got you! I got you you gullible fool!”
Genji was face first on the floor and couldn’t turn his head.
“But what’s this?” Junkrat said, “No little morning stars to pepper me? No ninja swords to give me nasty papercuts?”
Genji tried to speak, but even his voice modulator wasn’t responding. What was going on?
And then a shadow came over him. And then massive structures of flesh started to fold around him. He was being lifted off the ground, by some sort of… giant fingers.
And then he was turned around and came face to face… with Junkrat’s enormous face.
There was nothing but glee in those gigantic orbs that were his eyes, a toothy grin that spanned the length of a school bus, an angled, crooked nose that looked like it could crush a house.
Genji had been shrunk.
He tried to struggle. He tried to scream. Nothing happened. His smaller scale must have been messing with his circuits, nothing was working properly. He was glad now he had removed his visor for the costume, otherwise he was sure it would have been powered down.
“Well well, it seems the ninja robot is nothing more than a little action figure now!”
He shook Genji. There was nothing Genji could do.
“Marvelous! Simply fantastic! Doctor Junkenstein’s finest creation works like a charm!”
Junkrat brought up his other hand, and Genji was able to see a gun-like contraption, with fusion coils and power cells and a glowing barrel, tendrils of electricity coursing its ridges. Thick cords came out its back and disappeared into the duffel bag, where Genji was sure more machinery was hidden. So that’s why the duffel bag was so heavy.
“And now you’re mine!” Junkrat said, “Mine, mine, all mine to do with whatever I want!”
Genji locked eyes with the raving lunatic.
“Ah you’re wondering why I did this, aren’t you? Why would I, the unconquerable Junkrat, steal a shrinking machine with the express purpose of reducing you to the size of a disgusting bug? Well to get rid of you of course! I’ve had enough of you jumping through the air and climbing all the walls and somehow dashing right off my grenades! Do you have ANY idea how much high grade explosive I’ve WASTED trying to evaporate you!?”
Junkrat was screaming right onto the shrunken Genji, spattering him with spit. Genji’s field of view was swallowed up by his wildly ranting mouth.
“Well NO MORE! After tonight I’ll NEVER have to deal with your INSUFFERABLE dashing and dodging EVER AGAIN!”
A shard of ice seemed to have pierced Genji’s mechanical heart. He couldn’t really mean he was going to kill him, could he? In the middle of the Halloween party? Everyone had agreed to a truce, there would be peace while the party was on, but it appeared Junkrat had no inclination of adhering to such a truce. Genji could see it in his eyes. There was murderous intent there.
“I know just what to do with you…” he muttered between fits of giggles. “I. Know. Just. Where to put you.”
With that, he closed his fist around the shrunken Genji, hiding him entirely.
--
Roadhog had lifted his monster mask just enough for his enormous mouth to be free. It seemed to take up the entire lower half of his face with its plump lips and gnarled teeth and fat, wet tongue. He was digging his meaty hands into bowls of chips and trays of tiny sandwiches and shoving fistfuls right into his mouth. He’d chew once or twice and then force the mashed clump down his throat. Every so often he’d let out a thunderous belch.
The other guests were giving him a wide berth. They had surrendered the snack table to him. No one was anywhere near him… until Junkrat approached him. What could he want now?
Roadhog noticed him place something in the guacamole bowl.
“Here you are, big guy!” Junkrat said, lifting the bowl towards him. “Eat up! A growing boy needs all the food he can get!”
Roadhog looked down at the bowl, cheeks still stuffed with chips. He looked at Junkrat.
“Go on!” Junkrat said with a jovial grin.
Roadhog seemed to realize something. He swallowed the chips with a sonorous gulp and grinned before taking the bowl in his hands. He lifted it to his mouth and tilted the whole thing in.
--
Genji wanted to scream, but without his voice modulator the only screaming was in his head. He was caught in a mudslide of guacamole descending directly into Roadhog’s tremendous mouth. His eyes widened as he passed Roadhog’s lips, then descended past his teeth until he finally splat directly onto his gargantuan tongue. The guacamole landslide continued directly into his gaping gullet, and Genji was coming with it.
--
Junkrat watched with triumphant fascination as Roadhog emptied the bowl right into his throat, gulping with his mouth open. Once it was all gone he closed his mouth and swallowed the last of it in a single motion, sending a fat clump down his neck to disappear into his mammoth torso. Junkrat followed it with his eyes, picturing it descending into the depths of Roadhog’s enormous stomach.
There was a gurgle. Then a rending noise as the front of Roadhog’s costume ripped open and his planetoid belly burst free.
Roadhog groaned. Junkrat shuddered, his eyelids quivering. He threw himself onto the man’s gut and wrapped his arms around it, stroking it.
Symmetra was trying really hard to avert her eyes from this scene, but something about it was almost hypnotic. She forcibly turned away and tried to make idle chatter with Gundam Pharah.
Junkrat sighed out in bliss. “You big lovely giant you~” he said, rubbing circles into his fat.
--
Genji was sinking through the sludge, sinking like a stone. The man’s girthsome body was too many layers thick for any light to make its way through, so Genji blindly sunk deeper and deeper inside. There was a loud digestive groan, and the stomach walls churned the belly’s contents, turning the sludge and kneading at it, soaking it in secreting acids.
No, Genji thought. I don’t want this. I don’t want to be food. Get me out of here. Get me out!
And think was all he could do as he continued to sink into the depths of this new digestive hell.
--
Roadhog felt a belch building up. He turned his head down and let the gas escape him, blasting Junkrat with the noise. He quaked under it, his cheeks rosy.
“Heh,” Roadhog said. “Freak.” But he stroked Junkrat’s head with his hand.
Some of the other guests seemed to be leaving early.
“So… hehh…” Junkrat said, “You wanna uh… go sit down somewhere to break down all that junk? Or maybe… lie down?”
Roadhog grinned.
“I’m in no rush.”
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