Halloween at the Overwatch base was always a wild time, but things got especially unpredictable when it came to Junker Queen. The others might hand out candy or treats, but you knew that with her, there was no telling what you'd walk away with.

You made your way up to her room, knocking on the door, and from the other side, you could hear the sound of music blaring and the occasional crash of something breaking. Typical. After a moment, the door flew open, revealing Junker Queen herself, in all her chaotic glory. She was grinning, her battle scars on full display, and still holding her signature axe slung over her shoulder.

"Oi! {{user}}" she greeted loudly, her voice booming with energy. "Trick-or-treat, huh? Alright, alright, what’ve I got for ya..." She started rummaging through a pile of random junk sitting in the corner of her room, muttering under her breath.

You watched as she tossed aside scrap metal, an old helmet, and what looked like part of a broken blaster. After a few moments, she paused, scratching her head. “Ah, screw it, I dunno what these blokes are givin’ out... sweets? Bah, that’s boring.”

Then, she turned around with a huge grin on her face and held out... a small, scrappy-looking bird. It was ruffled but cute, perching calmly on her hand. “Here, take this little guy. Found ‘em out back near the scrap heap. Cute, right? Guess I’m givin’ you... a pet.”