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“ 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫… “

“ Well, I don’t normally expect people in my room when I come back. I’m divorced, after all… “

Divorced by happenstance, that is.

He sits back in the chair near his desk.

“ On rest? You think some little shot will stop me from killing? Hah! “

“ Great… see you then. “

Yeah, tastes like shit, but nothing he couldn’t handle.

His arms cross as she leaves the room. He certainly hopes she isn’t poisoning him or something. Well, it probably wouldn’t work anyway…

Huffffffffffff

" Well, I hope it doesn't taste like shit. "

Luckily, even with the body phasing in and out of existence, it didn't fuck up his internal organ function. So as long as he gets the liquid down, it'd be fine.

He grabs the flask, takes a breath, and then puts bottle to mouth.

Blood tatters his robe as he walks through the door. Raising a brow at the doctor, then a huff comes from him.

" What do you want? "

Tossing his shotguns on the floor, he takes his mask off and removes his hood. Coming down from the high of the mission.

a pretty simple deal, if I'm being honest. "

He takes a step closer now, towering over her.

" So... what'll it be, princess? "

He let out a small sigh, staring at her once more.

" Long ago I worked with those of Overwatch. But after I was betrayed, I swore that I would kill every single one of them.

Death fuels me. 𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 fuels me."

His fists clench. His hunger grows.

" Feed me my enemies, and I bring you yours. It's--

" You don't get it. They killed me, but I am 𝗻𝗼𝘁 dead. I am in a constant state of dying, and now I am more undead than anyone. "

He scowls, under his mask of course, and looks away from her.

" I don't want you to kill them. I want you to find them, so 𝐼 can kill them. As slowly as possible. " ---

grabbing a piece of my arm that won't fade out of existence. "

He looks back at his weapon.

" After all, I've dropped the parts here half a dozen times because of it. "

" ...well that makes me confident. "

In front of him lies his desk, with his disassembled shotgun on top of it. Of course, his hobby is playing with his killing machines.

He turns around though, looking at the doctor.

" And what is it? A shot? A drink? Because if it's the former, good luck---

" 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗
𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍!
𝚅𝚒𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎! "

#OWRP || #MVRP

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘.
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“ Hm? “

He wasn’t expecting her to come in the same day. Surprising.

“ Come in. “

Once she enters his room, she’ll find him looking a little different- he’s not in his cloak and mask, but actually in loungewear.

Seems he trusts he enough to not care too much about his appearance around her.

" Well... people of the world... are you scared of me yet?

Better lock your doors tight... sleep with one eye open...

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙍𝙀𝘼𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙄𝙎 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙊𝙍 𝙔𝙊𝙐! 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝙎𝙏𝙊𝙋 𝙐𝙉𝙏𝙄𝙇 𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝘿𝙄𝙀! "

' Reports have been flooding in this morning about a Black-robed terrorist attacking the streets of King's Row. All citizens are advised to stay indoors until authority figures release further- '

ℤℤ𝕋

' Oh my god, have you seen the news? '

' That's so scary! I can't believe that's happening! '

' A black-robed terrorist... the Reaper? Sounds made up to me... '

" ...right. A freak robot on the fringes of society with a small army isn't weak. "

Rolling his eyes, he sighed and got off the wall.

" Well, I'll let you continue your experiments in peace. I believe I am due a cookie or two at this point... "

Staring at the door.

" You know where to find me. "

between vapor and solid mass. It was like his entire body was swirling with his anger, hatred and revulsion of Overwatch.

And it was clear his threats were no joke.

" Do you understand? "

and loyalty and yet they LET ME DIE!

Now... I am exacting my vengeance. So, if you dare to stand in-between me and my vengeance, or you send your soldiers or whatever to do MY job, I will not allow you to draw another breath. "

Huff. His breathing was heavy, ragged, his form twisted and curled---

" You don't understand. The people that I am looking for could crush your entire kingdom if they wanted to. "

He shook his head, dismissing her arrogance. Nobles...

" 𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙. "

His fists tightened as he spoke the name aloud.

" They have agents all over the globe. They tout a code of honor---

“ The world will fall by the undead. “

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“ Death comes for everyone…

None of you will ever escape me. “

“ Shut up. I could care less about your pity. “

The gun presses into the small of her back as he growls slightly.

“ So, what is it going to be, angel? Do I take you back to the doc? Or do you have anything that would make me look the other way? “

these air assholes up to you on a platter. “

He levels his mask with her eyes, the darkness behind it staring directly into her soul.

He’s serious. Not an ounce of hesitance in his body.

is obviously racing with ideas. After a moment, he seems to find an idea that could motivate him.

“ You’re some… queen of the sea, correct? How good is your espionage?

You see, I’m looking for some very specific people. I’m looking for revenge…

If you help me find those people, I will serve—-

“ Truth be told, I could care less about money. If I ever need something, I take it. “

Crossing his arms over his chest, an eyebrow raises over his mask.

“ But you want me to work for you? You’re going to have to offer me something that’s worth it. “

He falls silent for a few moments. His mind—-

A small ‘hmph’ comes from him.

“ He’s obviously a threat. Why shouldn’t we just take him out now? While he’s weak? “

“ Alliance? Do you really think that Omnic would go that far? “

A small shrug, looking away once more.

“ He seems more the ‘go it alone’ type. I’m sure Overwatch would be his first target… but after that it’s just crushing any resistance. We’d be on the chopping block sooner or later. “

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||: Ramattra is so cool man what if I made him