On popular request, here’s a little fanfic with Reaper ans Sombra.
Enjoy!
The crazy light-bending woman almost fries me before I retreat in mist. It’s humiliating, and I grit my teeth. Another attempt foiled. The whole day has been like this, and time is running out.
This was supposed to be a covert op. Otherwise I would never have taken Sombra along, no matter what Doomfist said. If he didn’t like it, I’d have told him to take his Fist and shove it…
Breathe, Gabriel. Breathe! As Amélie would tell me, “Du calme!”.
I never did understand why Doomfist is wary of her. And she knows it. I’ve seen her deliberately provoke him. To the extent that his arm starts to glow with electricity. But she just looks at him with that ridiculous smirk, and he just…collapses.
What does she have on him? What could embarrass him? One day when all this is over, I’ll find the truth. In the meantime, we have this terribly frustrating encounter to get through.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I first saw the ridiculous cow facing us. What is that thing? It was certainly effective at keeping us at bay. Not me though. I didn’t care what it looked like. Killing it would be easy. Just sneak in from behind and…
That’s when I felt the pinpoint heat at my back, slowing me down from 3 different directions. And then this clown on rollerblades bumps me away. The element of surprise lost, I have to retreat.
Again and again.
This is Sombra’s fault. Where the hell is she? We had a plan dammit! I told her to stick to the plan. It’s as if this whole thing is just a game to her. Completely unreliable. She just smirks, vanishes, and does god-knows-what on her own.
While I lick my wounds and soothe my burned back, I can’t help but think that this would never happen if McCree were with me. We made a good team once. I liked to fight close, McCree would support me from a distance, and Fareeha would…
No, I won’t think of them. Of her. I didn’t show it, but the look on her face when she tore off my mask that day…it was worse than I had imagined it would be. Not betrayal - I was prepared for that. Not even sadness. Those I could understand. No…what I saw was disappointment. I could barely hold back my emotions as I retreated.
Enough. Enough! I normally only allow myself this indulgence at night - in the darkness, where no-one sees my face. This is a mission, dammit! And there’s no time for maudlin sentimentality.
I will EAT them. The stern woman, the braided moron, and the cow. They’re all going to DIE. I am refreshed, and my powers are at their peak. I’m going to make them pay for the trouble they put me through.
And I will do it without that giggling fool who was supposed to help me. I’m going to have words with her when this is over. And more. I’ll teach Doomfist a thing or two about…well, perhaps I won’t go that far.
My fury is at a maximum. I will bathe them in a flurry of death. I will teach the woman with the severe face not to mess with me. And the cow…well I’ve never been a vegetarian. I teleport onto the ledge above and behind them, ready to drop down. They don’t know it, but they’re dead already.
“CEASE YOUR RESISTANCE!”
I never imagined the cow could speak with such authority. Did she know I was there? Blue lines of force emanated from her device, radiating out to her entire team. I’m familiar with those. Angela used to use them back in the day. But only one at a time. These energized all the cow’s allies.
Inconvenient. But I am death itself. I can kill them all before they have a chance to react.
I step off the ledge.
“VAMOS ESCULACHAR”!
Suddenly the skating clown and the rest of them are bathed in orange light. Personal shields! This is not good. Not good! I’m powerful. But maybe not enough to chew through the shields in time. Already I can feel the woman’s hot red lights burning my recently healed back…
“YAHI PARAM VAASTAVIKTA HAI”!
A massive wall of solid light slices the battlefield in half. I sense its power even as I land squarely on the other side of it. It’s strong enough to easily block all my damage without even cracking. No-one…not even the reformed Omnic could chew through it in time.
It’s over. My descent has not gone unnoticed. I wraithed in before the timer ran out and am sitting on the other side of the wall like a fool, with the entire enemy team staring at me with blue force shining from their eyes. It’s over. After all these years to die in such a humiliating…
Purple motes. A fragrance of…Dulce de Leche? Smells like a bakery…
“EMP ACTIVATED!”
Smirking, Sombra materializes on the other side of the enemy barrier. Oh, now she appears! The wretch, what the hell was she…
Wait, what shield?
In a sudden burst of clarity, I realize I can see the entire team unobstructed. No wall of light. No orange shield. No blue rays of force. The cow is looking dazed, the clown falls from the wall, and the scary looking woman is…now not looking scary at all.
My body reacts without thinking. I morph into a flurry of smog and bullets. I am Reaper, and the opposition is ripe for plucking. I am death itself. They will all DIE. DIE. DIE!
In moments, the battlefield is empty as I clear the area around me. Nothing but the remnants of the fallen enemy, myself…and Sombra. I don’t know what to say. Relief, anger, frustration. I sputter with conflicting emotions. She saved me. But what did she do the whole time? Where was she?
She fills in the silence:
“Someone has to be ready when all your careful planning doesn’t pan out”
I stand there with my mouth open.
“But you wouldn’t have needed to”…“Why didn’t you…”…“What did you…”.
The realization hits me.
Wait a minute. What a minute. Just hold on a second!!
“Sombra. Are you just coming from a damn bakery?”
She folds her hands behind her back, but it’s too late. I already smelt the Dulce de Leche and saw the sticky residue on her fingers. This was too much. There is a limit to being irresponsible. People call me irresponsible when I threw Antonio out the window. But that was different! I was angry! Frustrated!
This is just…breathtaking. It’s too much. Too much. I walk away fuming. “Doomfist, you’re going to have explain this to me!”
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