Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Orisa- Halt (a)

Oh god. It was so good. You knew it was wrong but you could not help yourself. You could only give into the deepest, primal urges that lived within you. You prayed that nobody found out as you rammed the last bite of the snickers bar into your mouth. So, the diet... Wasn't going great to put it in a nice way, but what harm could come from... One... Small chocolate bar. You looked up and scanned the streets for a bin, for a leading super city, Numbani's bin situation wasn't great.

You looked around at the empty streets and back down at the empty wrapper that perched in it. You walked past a bush and without a second thought you nonchalantly tossed it in and walked away whistling a jaunty tune.

"Halt!" You heard from down the street, you turned your head to see a strange centaur shaped robot in the distance with its hand raised in a stop position.

*clunk clunk clunk* It started walking over to you, slowly making its way through the empty street, it's robotic hand still upright.

*clunk clunk clunk*

It stopped about three feet ahead of you and pointed to the bush. It had large green horns and four long mechanic legs. It's one arm had been replaced with some sort of gun or cannon. It was nothing like you had ever seen before.

"You are in direct breach of rule 14, section A, subsection G14, more commonly known as littering. Rectify your error and place the waste in the designated receptacle or face the consequences."

You brushed off the threats and turned back to keep on walking, you were not going to take orders off of a dumb robot. You stopped when you heard the sound of a machine spinning up. You tried to move your head to the side in an attempt to look at the robot, but you stopped when you felt the cold, hard steel pressed against the base off our neck.

"You have not complied, prepare for justice to be dispensed."

Your eyes closed tightly shut and your fists clenched. The pitter-patter of small feet appeared in front of you. You heard a young girl shout out.

"Orisa, Orisa stop, stop!"

The gun was removed from the back of your head and you slowly opened your eyes to reveal a small child, no older than ten stood in front of you, her apron and face was covered in soot and her messy hair was tied back.

"Oh god, I am so sorry, Orisa sometimes gets carried away with her crime fighting, looks like I have some work to do with her software."

She turned to Orisa and raised a pointed finger.

"And what do you think you are doing' running away like that! You had me worried sick."

Orisa looked at the floor, let out a small sorry and turned away in a stroppy manner and walked home.

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Written by Aaron.