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#Hoggy does it on purpose too but sometimes accident
emile-hides · 3 years
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Junkensnack
What’s up I’ve been playing Junkenstein endless for two hours straight to try an memorize the boss pattern and now my brain is Junkenmush.
Anyway here’s a Junkenstein Meihem fic I’ve wanted to write for a full year.
Consider this part of Vamptober.
“A wot?” Junkenstein pushed his goggles from his eyes with the bottom of his palm, his gloves and apron soaked in blood.
“A Jiangshi,” The Witch of the Wilds repeated, slower than the first, “it’s a type of vampire zombie thing from a country to the east.”
Jamie pulled off his blood gloves, tossing them onto the table with his current specimen splayed atop, “And what about it?”
“I need you to kill it.” The witch spoke bluntly, “It’s in my territory and is honestly being a nuisance.”
“Why do I have to do it?? You got other servants!” Jamison huffed, pulling his goggles back over his face, only for the witch to pinch his cheek, tugging at him.
“Yes, but none of them have as much free time as you do. In fact most of them are busy successfully killing kings and taking over castles.” She pulled his cheek rather painfully.
Jamison whined and struggled, “Alright! Alright I’ll get right on it!!”
The witch released Jamison’s cheek, smiling at her victory, “That’s a good little doctor. You’re free to do with her corpse whatever you like~”
Jamie blinked, “Wha- Her?? You didn’t say anything about a sheila, witch!” Of course, when he turned back to the witch, she was gone. The doctor sighed and rubbed his cheek, “Dammit...” He muttered, slumping from the room to get to work on some traps.
“Damn witch thinks she can boss me around...” Jamison muttered as he dragged himself though the wood surrounding Adlersbrunn. Large spike mouth bear traps hung over his shoulders, explosives clanked carelessly off his hip, the danger of setting one off no where near the front of Jamison’s mind.
“”Junkenstien, you’re an ultra smart inventor, go do menial labor tasks for me because you sooooooo owe me for that spark of life”” He mocked the witch in a silly girlish voice that sounded nothing like her, but it made him feel better.
He huffed as he came to a short clearing, glaring up at the moon, as if blaming it for his suffering, “I could be home right now. Working on Hayseed, or spending time with Hoggy. Maybe makin’ a huge Zomnic to beat the Witch to death!” Jamie broke out in a maniacal laugh, throwing and detonating one of land mines, just to see the small destruction it’d cause to the tree it stuck to.
“Damn Witch, next time I see her I’ll...” Jamison’s thought trailed off as he caught sight of movement across the clearing. Something struggling under the tree he’d blown down.
The doctor quickly rushed over to see if it was an animal, as long as it wasn’t a wild pig, it was a free meal.
But now. It wasn’t an animal. Under the tree, struggling to get herself out, was a pale girl. Her hair was long and black, pulled apart into two bunches in the back. On the ground in front of her was a tall purple hat with a talisman on it, supposedly knocked off her head in the crash.
Jamison glared down at the girl. He cared very little for the townspeople of Adlersbrunn, for many reasons. And if she was dumb enough to be in the Wilds during a full moon, then she would have ended up dead anyway.
He turned to leave, grumbling to himself, wishing he’d brought Hoggy with him. She would have made a rather convenient dinner for the picky beast.
“幫幫我!!” A language unknown to the doctor cried out from under the tree. His instincts forcing his halt as, what he assumed to be, cries for help pleaded from behind him.
“幫幫我! 請幫我!!” The girl under the tree cried helplessly, kicking her large boots as she dug at the dirt, desperate to get out.
Whatever humanity was left in Junkenstein after his countless deaths bled for the trapped girl. He groaned and whined and scratched at his scalp, hating his still beating heart.
“FINE!” He snapped, marching back over to her, “But do NOT tell ANYONE about this, you understand?!” He glared down at her. The girl’s large, deep brown eyes shined up at him, causing a flush of what he passed of annoyance to cover the Doctor’s face.
Is the Doctor secretly as strong as his monster? Did he risk blowing himself and the girl up to destroy the rest of the tree? Did they spend hours digging her out? We’ll leave that to your imagination.
However he did it, the girl was free. She cheered, “謝謝! 非常感謝你!” As she happily pulled herself up.
Jamison huffed, smart enough to realize she was thanking her. The doctor dusted himself off and began to dismiss, “Yeah, like I said, don’t tell anyone I helped ya or-”
His words caught in his throat as the girl was suddenly on him, her body pressed to his lanky form, her arms tightly wrapped around him, pulling him close. Despite the layers she clearly wore, she was cold, like a corpse. Her clawed hands gripped onto his coat, holding him in place.
Blood rushed to Jamison’s face as he froze in place, his arms pinned to his sides, unable to return her embrace.
“你聞到 可口...” She spoke lowly, her breath hot onto his neck as she pulled herself up to be more level with the tall doctor.
Jamison’s brain finally stopped short circuiting, he flailed and screeched, waving his arms and leg wildly to shake her off. Both he and the mystery girl collapsed, Jamie quickly scuttled backwards.
“Y-You’re wELCome!” Screeched from the beet red form of Doctor Jamison Junkenstein as he imploded at a distance.
The girl blinked at him, “你確定是活潑的. 好可愛.” Her giggled rung though Jamison’s ears, sending shocks of euphoria though his body.
“I-I, uhm...” He cleared his throat, stumbling back onto his feet, legs shaking, “I-It’s la-ate, a-a lady l-like yourself sh-shouldn’t be, uhm, in the woods all alone...” He stuttered, leaving his traps on bombs on the ground, “S-So, ah, ma-ay I walk you... w-well not home, b-but maybe.. t-to... my-my place?? F-For dinner a-and a safe place to sleep??”
Internally Junkenstein begged for death he would not be revived out of as his words uselessly tumbled from his mouth, forming a pile of pure vomited garbage at his feet.
The girl giggled again and got herself up once more, dusting off her outfit she smiled. Jamison’s heart pounded in her chest as the woman didn’t walk, but hopped to him.
Yes. That was a little weird. But her rosy red cheeks and shining brown eyes and sharp toothed smile outweighed the strange hop and cold skin. Junkenstein assumed perhaps she’s hurt her leg when the tree crushed her.
Taking her movement to him as an acceptance of his invitation, Jamison began to lead the hopping girl back to his home. Hopefully on the way he could find something for dinner.
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kc-maybe · 6 years
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Coming from someone who was a complete jerk all throughout middle school and high school and no one told me? It took me the right timing and a good friend to lay it out for me for me to change who I was into someone caring and empathetic. I was mean and just straight up nasty. Sometimes on purpose, sometimes on accident... coming from someone who came from a nice family but I was still mean? I think we give Draco too much flack for not changing his ways until he was absolutely forced to.
He was just trying to find acceptance outside of his family for so long and he was doing what he knew how. Acting superior and as his father did because he saw the respect his father got. But then he gets to school and people don’t like that.
So, when a group of people tell him that he is worth something... when a group of people show him he CAN do something right? He latches onto them and does what they do. He says the words that he knows will cut someone deep because that’s what the people he thinks is cool does.
He doesn’t think he’s worthy to be a part of the “good guys”, like the “golden trio” and dumbledouche. So, he goes against them because, “fine. If you don’t want me, I don’t want you! Before you can reject me, I’ll decide who you are and what you mean to me before you can decide I’m not good enough.”
Sure, some people come from such horrific backgrounds and they change who they are and go against their family (*cough, cough* Sirius Black). But some? Some have no choice. Some stay for the parent that truly loves them and also has no choice. Some stay for their mother and do what they can to protect their mother in terrible situations because the man of the family won’t protect them.
I think that there’s more to Draco than the little snot that he portrayed and that is evident in how fast he changed from Goblet of Fire to Half-Blood Prince??? The snot turned desperate and depressed to do what he can with what he has. With the options presented for him. I never saw anyone lay out Draco’s future for him!
I never saw a teacher tell Draco that he has more options than what he has been raised for. No one took the time to lay it out: you’re more than a Slytherin. You’re a wizard. A powerful and smart and precise wizard. And you can do so much more than be a dark wizard or be put in this box!
I think Draco just needed someone. Anyone. To tell him that he is more than a Slytherin. More than a Malfoy. He’s more than his name. But no one ever did. The school was full of people who disliked Slytherins. But there must be a reason they kept the House, right? Why would they keep the Slytherin house if it wasn’t important? They’re just kids and they needed more stability than what they got at Hoggy Hoggy Hogwarts....
These kids are important and there’s a reason Slytherin’s were still a part of the school! And I think there should’ve been more done for them than what was. They needed guidance counselors and options outside of what they were given. They needed to be more advanced than they were. Sure, electronics were finicky when mixed with magic. But I just know there has to be a way for them to mix and to coincide. There has to be a wizard smart enough to connect them. That’s off topic... whoops.
Basically, there’s so much more to Draco’s development and issues than just he was raised bad but he didn’t have to stay bad. He was raised by a coward. He was raised by a mother who would do anything to keep her son safe even if she needed to kill to make it happen. Or let others get killed instead of her family.
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