Overwatch Fanfiction: The Love We Feel 💕COMPLETED💕

Chapter 78: Mercy was Right

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Breakfast started late because bedtime started late. There wasn't much to eat because the kitchen was destroyed. Ana gave gold stars to the people that were honest and shared whatever food they were hiding in their room. Pretty soon, everyone had a napkin of Doritos with goldfish crackers and Capri Suns for breakfast in the living room. Torb was sifting through the carnage of his once great kitchen to salvage whatever possible; there were tears in his eyes.

Everybody was tired from the night before, as they had stayed up til about 11:30 in the night and that was against everybody's standards of sleep. Mercy had like 13 bags under her eyes while she was drinking her fruit punch flavored fruit punch. Her night was longer than most, with her confession of the past, a breakup and an attempt on her life weighing on her conscious, it is obvious that she hadn't slept much. Surprisingly she had had worse nights before this, when everybody in Overwatch but her contracted Screamitis (something that can only be cured by time), where the person infected would scream continuously until they ran out of breath whereupon they would take several seconds of breath before beginning again; that night was hell.

Everyone was eyeing her warily, as they knew she had a bad night and they also knew what a battle Mercy could be like (the horror), so most of them kept their distance... except of course Pharah. She approached Mercy tentatively, as if Mercy was a wounded rabbit who would just hurt itself trying to run away. Mercy was staring off into space not really thinking of anything at all, and she didn't notice Pharah until she heard Pharah clap. She noticed Pharah then.

"Oh... hi." Mercy said sleepily.

"Hi..." Pharah replied. "Are you ok?"

"No." Mercy replied tersely

"Oh. Sorry for last night," Pharah rubbed the back of her head like people do when they're nervous, "I didn't mean to stress you out."

"Oh it wasn't you. Like I said last night, it was healthier for me to speak my emotions than to keep them bottled up forever." Mercy said whilst again listing into space.

"Oh, alright. So we're still friends then?" Pharah asked.

"Of course," Mercy gave Pharah a little smile.

The tension in the living room lessened. Talon was still in #TalonRoomProject, as they had refused to eat with Overwatch so soon, and that really helped everyone's mood. Junkrat was the only Talon member to be eating in the room, but everybody liked him (he smelt like burnt marshmallows and had a good personality); he was sitting with Mei and playfully joking with her.

The only Overwatch member not present was Winston, but that didn't bother anybody. Winston sometimes stayed in his room for days at a time creating monstrosities of science that nature would never dream in a million years to create.

He burst into the room crying. "It's gone!"

"What's gone?" Ana sighed. More drama was the last thing Overwatch needed at that moment.

"My cannon!" Winston shouted. "I've looked everywhere!"

Mei stopped making kissy faces at Junkrat and gasped. "FUCK!" Mei screamed (what‽ Mei can curse). She was a fool to trust Winistaton, for he was not as trustworthy as she had previously thought, and she said as much out loud.

Ana stood up and went to Winston's room. With her motherly powers, she'd be able to find any missing object. Instead of finding the cannon in the exact place it should have been, she found a small communicator that was dropped on the floor for plot convenience.

"What's that?" literally everyone asked.

"I'm not sure..." Winston said {he had also asked what it was, so him answering makes no sense but whatever}. "It has an antenna and some buttons, I think it might be a communicator of some sort."

Little did they know that it was a flip phone in disguise. It was so old that only that hacking it wasn't even something that could be done, even by a master hacker like Sombra. Lucky there were several old people in Overwatch who recognized what it was.

"A flip phone?" Genji asked. "What the heck is a that?"

Rein was the first to speak, "It was the thing people used to communicate before smartphones. My grandpa used to have one!" Reinhardt was nostalgic for the early days.

"How?" Genji asked, "If it doesn't have the capability to play Flappy Bird 74 then how does it have the ability to call?"

"Not important," Ana interrupted. "What I do know is that only like 4 still exist on planet Earth."

"So they shouldn't be too difficult to track down." Winston understood. He pulled out his weirdly small laptop and logged into eBay to see who might have bought the last of the flip phones. Of the several (4) listings, all of them were bought out by a user going by "DarkEater998."

Suddenly Ana noticed something, "Wait... where are the other Mercys?"

Pharah gasped louder than a freight train and screamed, "LAST NIGHT THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT A CANNON AND NOW WINSTON'S CANNON IS GONE!"

Mercy had to sit down. She was used to being right about things, but never in her life had she not wanted to be right. "I was right..." she said in a small voice.

Everybody promptly issued Mercy an apology, most of them saying "u wer rite." All of them except Winston. He was frozen at his tiny laptop after reading the name "DarkEater998."

When everybody had apologized Ana asked, "Are you going to apologize Winston?" in her old powerful mom voice that made everybody guilty without even trying. That guilt level broke Winston's attention only slightly, and he uttered his sorryness more out of instinct than anything.

"What's wrong Winston?" Tracer asked.

He looked up from his screen with absolute fear pain in his face, "Something bad is about to happen."