(#Wattys2018) Time Out! [Tracer x Male Reader]

Part 1

     You sat in the dark, empty room, meditating and pondering the meaning of life. Nothing new. The white, rectangular room had nothing within its small, box-like inside. The only light was coming from the door frames. No furniture, no entertainment, nothing. Well, with the exception of a matching, white, twin-sized bed in the back right corner. The bed wasn't just to sleep in, however. Your job was to make the bed every day. That may seem simple enough, but it was a little different than expected. Your job was to make the bed using your mind. Yes, telekinesis.

     Captured during the Omnic Crisis, raised by the devious Omnics. Taught to access your inner abilities. When you were seven, you could throw a leaf had you accessed your full potential. 20 years later, and, should you access your full potential, you could develop a worldwide earthquake. You can throw people at ease without even being near them. 

     You never knew why, though. Every day, for years and years, you practiced and perfected your skills and powers. And for what? Every time you wondered about it, you told yourself the same lie. The same stupid lie.

     My time will come soon enough.

     As your mind slips into the peaceful abyss of inner harmony, you hear an extraordinarily loud bang on your door. Boom! It was as if someone had smashed into the door with a speeding bicycle. The alarming noise had disrupted your meditation, already leaving you slightly irritated. You open your eyes and concentrate. With little to no difficulty, you mentally turn the sphere doorknob and pull the door towards you, opening to a husky, muscular man in tight jeans and a plain, black t-shirt. He had a stern look on his bald head. His eyes gleamed with purple. Obviously hypnotized. Not too much of a surprise - the Omnics had a knack for hypnotizing innocent humans and using them for their gain. He said not a word, instead flickering his index and middle fingers together, gesturing for you to follow. 

     For the accompanying two-to-three seconds, you hesitate to even move from your meditation position. He repeated the gesture with a slightly more aggressive demeanor than before. You sighed gently to yourself as you stood up, stretching your legs a bit. You slowly approached the man, who turned 180 degrees left, staring at you, pointing at two people down the hallway that was as empty and dim as the room you were just in, a man and a woman. They wore military cadet uniforms with those purple, hypnotized eyes. In their arms were black AAC Honey Badger PDW's, one for each of the two. They walked in front of you, guiding you down the seemingly endless hallway, they lead you into the giant forest. You look around you. You were only allowed in the forest if you had done extremely well in your training performance. Even then, you were only allowed two yards away from the Beacon, the facility of which you were kept in. Your room was located in the far back of the Beacon. 

     As you observe your familiar surroundings, you hear some footsteps approaching you. You turn and see the bulky man from earlier holding a black taser! Before you had time to even react, you felt a pulse of electricity surge through your body before you fade into darkness, falling onto the dirt ground.