Junkers

''James! how could you!!'' shirked Twilight her eyes red with tears, standing in the doorway with her friends behind her. Looking down to the gun in my blood covered hands and to the formerly white unicorn stallion on the ground, his electric blue mane painted red by the pool of his own blood.

''Twi!! wait it isn't it looks likes!!! I didn't-''

''YOU PROMISED ME THAT YOU WOULDN'T'' she shouts before galloping out the door sobbing while her so called friends glared at me ,dropping the gun I reached out to stop her but I was throw to the ground by Equestrian Royal Guards who placed me in handcuffs before dragging me outside of the house where I found my brother in chains..

Opening my eyes and leaning a bit up from the sack I called a bed, the somewhat familiar sight of the camp greeted me like an old friend. Roadhog was snoring away just like the deep rumbles of a sleeping... well a hog for the lack of an better term, and the tied from of Little Strong heart was right where we left her tie to a boulder which itself was tied to a even bigger boulder. In the years I spent out here there were just things that you didn't question like how such a little shit could run like an Olympic gold medalist while having their legs hog tied.

  I still haven't figure out how that earth pony manage to do that, not even Roadhog was able to recreate it and he weighted several tons at least! Put that aside, the camp while being perhaps the most secured place in the whole Badlands wasn't much to look at. Just a cobbled together tents and my work station while having a outer premier of trip wire which led to land mines I had scraped together form what I could find inculding human hair from mine and Roadhog's backs, that was pretty much to it. Laying back down in my poor excuse for a bed, my madman of a mind recalled the dream I was having..

That day was the start of all of this, ever since that day my life in this world had felled apart to what it's now. Looking back at the little buffalo I felt a smile grace my face, once the Naga have her then I could return to Equestria and neither the Princesses wouldn't be able to touch me if I wanted to they would have no choice but to make me king and Twilight would.. she would.. she would hate me.

I sighed sadly, it been what ten? fifteen years? since Twilight broke my heart and our banishment, she probably had already found somebody new by now. There was eighty seven percent chance that she did and ten percent that she have sown off romance then about three percent chance thay she was waiting for me or least by my reckoning. Besides what would we even do if and when we return to Equestria? Mayhem? I'm sure that we had quiche that thirst out here years ago. Become likes of The Gambler? or The King? Junkrat and Roadhog is already an household name in these parts. Grow fat off our coming riches? Sounds nice but that kind of thing is just isn't something the real Junkrat and Roadhog would do then again there isn't any of those bots in this world... boring.

An loud groan escaped from the young buffalo gal catches my attentions.

"mm wh- oh my head" went the little buffalo while creaking her eyes open slightly.

"Awake are you now lassie?" I said in leveled tone despite my earlier bad thinking, perhaps Roadhog was right maybe I should put my life with Twilight behind me, plenty fish out in the sea as they say. Yet... I still loved her even after what happen I loved the mare.. must be an side effect of being an madman with a dark secret or at least that is the the way the real Junkrat was first designed.

"I-...I know you...your Junkrat the legendary mercenary and murderer"  she says fearfully, her light brown coat taking an whiter shade as she realizes the situation she was in. I am one of the terrors of the wastelands after all. There are several legendarily terrors out the Badlands, the worse of the worse you could come across out here The King; The Gambler; Myself; Stone-Paws the leader of the brotherhood; Flying Ace; Iron-hide and the worse of all seven of us Silence. We were all banish out here for an reason yet Silence was the oldest of us with The King being a close second. According to the stories out here, Silence was banish here by Discord himself sixteen hundred years ago hopefully that is just one those stories, the kind that doesn't come true because if it isn't then we're fucked.

"Ah so my reputation precedes me, but don't forgot Roadhog now lassie... he's maybe quiet but he hates being overlooked despite being three times my size." Despite the impossibility of that actually happening with my brother being taller than a full grown Minotaur it does happen from time to time, don't know why exactly that's the case but I like to just chalk it up to magic since that is the usual excuse to tell shite.

"Are..'' she gulps before speaking in a small voice "are you going to kill me?"

"nope not part of the job" I said with putting my hands behind my head, the words visibly comforting the buffalo with the hope she was going to get out this alive, such foolishness "unless my client says so, though where you going you may wished you were. Then again death is a boring mate."