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

Part 3

     You decided to lay back down, hoping desperately that this is nothing but a dream. You curled up in the center of the bed, sniffling faintly as tears gently dripped from your face into the soft sheets. Your bottom lip quivered as you shut your eyes, slowly falling into an interesting dream.

     You had dreamt that you were fighting against the agents of Overwatch, or, at least, you assumed it was them. You couldn't really tell who they were since you didn't know what the agents actually looked like. You dreamt that you were winning against the entire group until one of them came up behind you and ripped you into two pieces. This one was tall and quite... Large in the stomach area. The weirdest part about this dream, though, was when you were torn into two, you were still conscious, and could still move about freely. You then saw two people... Your parents - you could easily recognize them despite not knowing what they look like either. The "agents" were trying to kidnap them, and even though you were still alive after being ripped in half, you couldn't move to save them. Just then, you jolted awake just before dawn, breathing extremely heavily, almost wheezing. You sat up straight and looked around. You were still in the hotel room from before. Your bed was all moist and damp - you'd been sweating profusely while you slept. You had been panting heavily, trying to catch your breath as your mind was snapping back to reality. By the time your brain had caught sync with the real world, you had been fully awake, not able to fall back asleep after several failed attempts. 

     You decided to get some fresh air, climbing out of the bed and stretching your limbs a bit. You opened your door and strutted down the hallway, which was completely dark. Due to the poor lighting along with unfamiliar surroundings, it took you quite a while to find the door. Once you did, you walked down a larger, well-lit yet empty hallway until you stopped at an elevator, which opened almost immediately as you approached it. You poked the button that had a "G" mark on it, and after a few seconds, the doors that were once open had shut, and the elevator was slowly gliding down to the main lobby. Once you got out of the elevator, you didn't even really pay attention to the large, vacant, velvet furniture-filled lobby. You were more interested in what was outside. As you slowly made your way to the front doors of the hotel, you looked out the windows of the lobby, seeing lights, stars, people, and other types of commotion. You walk out of the doors of your hotel, which had a large, brightly-lit sign next to it that read "Azure Hotel". It had gotten quite chilly outside - everybody apart from you was wearing heavy coats, and you could see your breath in the air. You looked around and saw bright lights filled with white and orange, as well as multiple posters, signs, clothing items, and the like that all had the same picture printed onto them: a white peace sign, with some orange at the top of it. All around you, people were screaming with joy as triumphant-sounding music was playing loudly in the distance. Curious, you tap a citizen on the shoulder. She turns to you with a bright smile, bearing a heavy England accent.

     "You look rather confused, boy. Don'tcha know? C'mon! It's a festival! The Overwatch Festival! Celebrating the return of the Overwatch! You should be celebrating! Here, take this; you look cold. Now, put it on and have fun! These heroes saved lives! We should honor them!", she explained, despite you not even saying anything. She took out a rolled-up, black piece of clothing from her purse and tossed it to you before running off to join a large, cheering crowd. You unraveled it quickly, discovering that it was a hoodie. The front had the same white-and-orange logo as everything else, along with the word "Overwatch" under it, written in a white, fancy font. Now, the lady saying how the Overwatch are heroes and need to be honored made you extremely upset, especially since you had just developed a vendetta against them. Nonetheless, you were freezing cold, and you hesitantly threw on the hoodie. 

     Just then, loud banging noises could be heard, and the people all around became even crazier with excitement. You looked up to see fireworks launched into the sky, unleashing clusters of orange and white, some exploding into that peace-sign emblem. You put your hood over your head in anger, shoving your hands into the hoodie pocket. You heard the crowd become extremely cheerful to your left. Angry, yet still curious, you decide to check it out. After finally pushing through the packs of civilians, you saw something that you couldn't even explain. 

     There was a giant, moving, paper mache pedestal attached to a Ford 4x4 with a large huddle of people in weird costumes waving at the crowds - some had looked like they weren't even human. You looked at these people with confusion. Then, something brushed by your foot... A piece of paper, it felt like. You looked down to find an Overwatch poster, featuring these same exact people in the same exact costumes. You bent down and picked up the poster to get a better look. You darted your eyes back and forth from the parade to the poster. It didn't take long to figure out that these people on the pedestal were only dressing up as the people on the poster. This made you even more upset than before - Who would waste their life dressing up as these monsters?

     Unannounced to you, your anger was getting a little out of hand. You suddenly heard a huge banging sound coming from the parade. You looked up and saw the pedestal had broken in two, and the costumed people had all been rubbing their injuries from the incident. You had realized that you had caused this out of anger. Not wanting to attract attention, despite you not looking at all suspicious, you fled the scene, trying to keep your hood up as you darted back into the hotel. You wasted no time as you scampered back into your room, locking all possible doors ahead of you.