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Today was quieter than usual in the outback. Today, somehow, Roadhog had gotten sick. He really wasn't sure what he did exactly to get sick with the flu, but now he was miserable, and this felt embarrassing for him.
But for Junkrat? This was a dream come true! He finally got to take care of Roadhog for once, every time he tried, Roadhog just shoved him off and didn't let himself get taken care of. Junkrat, who was sitting next to Roadhog's bed, was tinkering with some type of machine. Who knows what he was making.
Roadhog turned his gaze towards Junkrat, he coughed as he reached for his hogdrogen. He takes a puff and grumbled.
' What the hell are you doing.. '
Junkrat turned his head, his eyes were sparkling with some new plan he must've came up with on the fly and stuck with it. He stands up, and proudly presents a new invention. It was a crudely sautered and put together, blaster styled machine. It had a few copper wires wrapped around the base.
' THIS, MY PIGGY FRIEND, IS MY LATEST CREATION! AND IT'LL HELP YOU FEEL BETTER! '
Roadhog gave him a blank stare. He seriously doubted that anything Junkrat could build would make his flu go away but, whatever.
' What does it do. '
Junkrat went into a long tangent, explaining the innerworkings of the blaster. And honestly hog lost track halfway. But allegedly, this zapper-styled machine would shrink Junkrat down to the size of a doll, so Roadhog could swallow him whole, and Junkrat could 'fight' off his flu. It was ambitious that's for sure.. but cute in a sort of endearing way.
Junkrat crawls over Roadhog on the bed, he removes his peg leg, and his robotic arm, placing them aside. He faced Roadhog fully, aiming the blaster at himself.
' Witness greatness my love! '
Junkrat zapped himself with atleast 10 thousand volts of electricity in a single second. Roadhog held onto him so he wouldn't fall over. Junkrat dropped the zapper, dizzy as hell now. And.. still a normal size. He dizzily leans against Roadhog's chest and huffs.
' It didn't work.. I dunno wha- '
ZAP!
Shockingly, in the blink of an eye, Junkrat shrinks down just like he expected. He felt himself for a moment to make sure this was happening, before he sits up, celebrating.
' I DID IT! '
He felt Roadhog lift him up with one hand. looking down as his shrunken form.
' EAT ME MATE! I'LL HELP! '
Roadhog sighed. He usually wouldn't agree but..Junkrat went through all of this effort just to help him. With an ounce of hesitation, he brings Junkrat to his mouth. He gave him a small kiss, before opening his mouth deliberately, and placing Junkrat over his tongue. He felt Junkrat squirm around as Roadhog lightly curled his tongue around Junkrat.
In a quick motion he swallowed. He felt Junkrat slide down his throat, through his systems and into his stomach. Inside his stomach, it contained random bits of digesting food, such as the soup Junkrat attempted to make him earlier, some salted crackers, and a lot of water. Junkrat sat there for a second, he pushed around. He actually didn't really have a plan for when he got in Roadhog's stomach but he could figure it out!
Roadhog laid back, he felt Junkrat's punches and kicks from his stomach. Junkrat really didn't do much to him, so he didn't stop him from kicking. If anything it was like a massage against the inside of his stomach, so in a sense.. the rat was helping?
..
Roadhog wasn't sure how long it had been since he swallowed Junkrat, the rat was a bit worn out by now but was still kicking.
' ughh.. '
Junkrat's muffled groan rang through Roadhog. He glanced down and lightly rubbed his stomach to comfort Junkrat.
' Relax. '
Junkrat hesitated. He wasn't the 'relax' type of guy. He was more of a 'explode everyone and everything' kinda guy. As he kept weakly kicking though, suddenly his form grew back to its normal size. Filling up Roadhog's stomach space entirely
' AH! '
Junkrat physically couldn't move to keep fighting off the flu, every side of him was cramped against a stomach wall and covered in the sticky saliva and stomach acids. So, with a defeated sigh, he laid back and curled up in the stomach. Roadhog rubbed his stomach up and down carefully. He figured since Junkrat wasn't moving, he was probably safe to digest him now.
He tilted his head back against the pillows..
' burrpp… '
It slipped out, he didn't really care though. Roadhog closed his eyes. He could hear his stomach acids bubble and gurgle around Junkrat, who shockingly didn't seem to mind being digested alive.
Maybe it was his exhaustion? Maybe it was something else entirely? Roadhog didn't know. But he wasn't complaining.
The rest of night was filled with gentle snoring from Roadhog.