Overwatch Highschool AU

Overwatch Highschool AU

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Drama! Thrill! And more! Welcome to OverHigh, our annual highschool. We teach students of all ages, our job is to teach and have children socialize. Unfortunately, the principal is an Omnic. Hey amigo/amiga! I'm Sombra. It's my job to tell you all about the school, and I'll guide you through all this. Here's my story on all these students, but what will happen when their secrets are spilled? UPDATE: Thanks for 209 reads owo
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(Note: This story may contain mature content such as mentions of sexual topics, emotional trauma, manipulation, etc. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!} ---------------------- War. It's always happening, only taking long pauses. You're a top agent for Overwatch. It's not the highest of highs, but it's definantly not low. One day, you were commanded by your higher up to stop an attack from Null Sector happening in Kings Row. Of course, you accepted. Arriving there, you notice that there's barely even a fight happening, only a couple of casualties, but none dead. You investigate, eventually finding a wounded omnic getting harassed and assaulted by several humans. But the omnic in question was a surprise. ...A ravenger? ------------------------------------------- Here you are. Now on the ground in pain, cowering at the one person you love. Everything sucks. But he was the only one that understood you. You groan at the pain, looking up at his metallic body. He flexes his arm back, threatening to throw one more punch to finish you off. "I... I..." ------------------------ I do not own anything in this story, other than the story itself. You belong to you. Cover by https://twitter.com/Jam_Star135/status/1628098229060669440

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