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

Part 7

   It was approximately 3:45 in the A.M. when the curiously familiar sounds of booming gunfire interrupted your otherwise nullified and blank slumber. As you slowly stood up from your bed to explore the commotion, you saw flashing lights peer through the shut curtains. Hesitantly opening them, what you began to witness was unlike anything you'd ever seen. You saw your fellow Omnic comrades allied by Bastion units clashing together with the Overwatch... Only... Something was different. The members of the Overwatch appeared to be younger than when you saw them in action the other night. Was this a dream? Your mind scrambled for answers as one of the Overwatch agents swung a giant hammer, causing a flame to pelt towards one of the Bastion robots, exploding it on impact. It was difficult to find the winning side, but it was even more difficult to comprehend it all together. Blood was being spilled, bodies were dropping left and right, various anti-robot slurs were being shed, but worst of all... You saw your parents. Some soldier-like Overwatch agents were confiscating them against their free will. You even saw your baby self in the arms of your robo-allies, being carried away to an Omnic airship.

   You suddenly began to hear Neuro speaking; however, he was nowhere to be seen. You looked all around you but couldn't find him, though his voice was as if he was standing right behind you. 

   "Alas, dear boy. This is nothing but a mirage. This is what happened years of many ago. Those wretched Overwatch scum decided we should've been rid for. The reason why you're observing all of this: I sense a similar battle upcoming in the future. You see, as I was meditating late into last evening, I came to yet another conclusion. You need a bigger perspective. I know you despise the Overwatch, and rightfully so, but you only despise them for your family's sake. This battle... This tragedy is what they've cost us. Look at our Omnic brethren falling before the knees of the Overwatch. I want you to picture this as you befriend the certain member of your choosing. You'll not only be doing this for you and your family but for the countless souls of our peacefully resting allies."

   With that note, the war had soon faded into black, and Neuro's voice echoed away from you as you open your eyes, looking around, confused. You opened your blinds to see the morning sun. No war, no death, only the bustling streets of King's Row. You look all around your hotel room for Neuro, but to no avail. You sigh to yourself as you fix a bowl of breakfast and some coffee, wondering when and how you'll approach your mission. You wandered around your kitchen, pondering that very thought until you decided to get some fresh air. You slowly fetched your hoodie and almost dashed out until you saw some money on a table right next to the door. A note was placed on top of the $35, reading "Your current choice of jacket-wear disgusts me. Please go out and buy a new one as soon as possible. Look beside this money for a guide to your travels." The note had to be from Neuron. Next to the note was a folded-up map. You smiled in gratitude before shoving the money in your pants' pocket, darting out of the hotel.

   Once you got outside, you looked at your map to the nearest apparel store. Walking a good few blocks south, you looked into the window of a thrift store. After purchasing a worn-out-styled, slightly-over-sized, army-green pullover with the words "King's Row" as well as a picture of Big Ben stitched onto the front, you walked around outside before spotting a huge building with "King's Row Public Library" on a gold plaque attached to the doors. Before you knew it, curiosity led you inside. Instantly, the aroma of fresh pages hit you like a train, and the sheer beauty of it all was beyond any known words of description. Multiple floors and stories of countless bookshelves as far as the eye can see! It was almost in possible to take it all in! As you stumble around in awe, you unknowingly approach an older lady who was sitting at a desk taller than yourself. She eased her spectacle-protected eyes down at you with indifference.

 "May I help you, sir?" 

  Not knowing what to say, you shake your head and carry on wandering around the library. It took nearly two hours to explore the interior, and that's just the bare. There were still plenty of rooms and such to find. 

  After settling down in a cozy chair on the third floor, you decide to take a peak at what kind of literature the bookshelves carried. Reading each title carefully, you found nothing that interested you, so you migrate over to another location, where the same thing occurs. This happened for about 20 minutes or so until finally, you find a book. In the very back left corner of the second floor, you see "Machinery: An Omnic History". You pulled it out carefully and already came to the conclusion that it was sort of an old book that no one cared for, since you had to blow dust bunnies off of the cover. You walked over to a nice, comfy chair and plopped down, opening your book to a random chapter. The page you flipped to was near the end of the book and was titled "Chapter VI: King's Row Uprising".  As you thoroughly read through the chapter, you began to sense someone peering over your shoulder. A feminine voice spoke softly behind you.

   "The King's Row incident, eh? Horrible times if you ask me." 

   You look behind you to find a young woman, presumably in her 20's, casually staring at your book. You couldn't decide what it was that made her seem familiar to you. Was it her ruffled, chestnut hair? Her light pink lips? Her petite, light-colored body? Light-brown eyes? Maybe it was the voice. You could tell hers was a happy-go-lucky voice. Whatever it was, it was itching you to hate her; however, how could you possibly hate her when you don't even recognize her, right?