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Of all the things to be thinking about when working, Overwatch had your mind in a haze. You were so excited to get home to your way-too-expensive pc. Buying it had been worth it but you were now stuck with cup ramen and the 5 cases of Dasani water you had bought. That was all you could get due to the out of towners always taking the store brand and whatever the hell else was on the shelf. Even the plain sparkling water was normally sold out. It would only be that way for another month or so you thought, grabbing more cans and bagging them for your customer. It wasn’t the smallest town in the good ol’ US of A but it was small. The biggest building was a bank building 7 stories high and a factory building for Amazon with a warehouse on the very outskirts of town. It was a stormy day as well. The hot and humid air seeped through the automatic doors every time someone left. Or came into the store via the exit side. Your OCD would have to put itself off to make sure you put cold product with cold product and got every bag filled to the max. It didn’t help that the 11 yr old kid with their parents had started swiping things away from your hands. An internal sigh nearly became an external one.

“Your total today is $1,673.71. Will that be cash or card?” You ask in your best customer service voice. The woman ignored your question and pulled out her card and shoved it into the card reader. ‘Card it is, then.’ you thought. You pressed the big blue card button and waited for the transaction to be completed. It went through the first try, thank whoever in heaven, and the family continued on their way. When the woman’s husband finally looked up from his phone, he took a double take at you. Gross. After buying the pc you would be using to both game and work with, you were saving to leave this town. Move states away and get a cabin somewhere. You had to, as all the men in this town were either too old and pervy or college aged boys ready to hop from person to person. ‘Maybe a northern town somewhere, or somewhere where day trips to the beach are an option.’ You thought, making bows with rubber bands as the manager did a sweep of the store. No one was left in the store, so you clocked out and went to get your stuff out of the backroom locker.

“Hey y/n! What’re you up to this evening?” came from behind you, and a weight on your left shoulder made you stop. It was Janet, an older woman you worked with. A polite smile made it’s way to your face.

“I’m just going to stay home tonight. It’s too rainy out there for me to go walking or to go stargazing in the park.” You responded, you both continuing to walk to the back room. The double doors holding back a chill from the produce and freezer product freezers that smacked you in the face. It was a relief from the hot and stuffy front of the store for a moment, then the goosebumps started. A cold truck had just pulled up as well.

“That sucks a bit. You’re young, you should be out there finding you a sweetheart y/n, or maybe just some friends.” She said, putting her comfy walking shoes on. She fiddled with her wrist brace a little, adjusting the cheap thing. You sighed.

“I know. That’s what everyone says, but I’m happy with my online friends. I, also, don’t need a relationship if I’m going to save up to leave this town one day.” You said with confidence and a bit of sarcasm. She laughed quietly at the last comment.

“You’ve been saying that for 3 years now, y/n. Better hurry up, or you’ll be like me.” She said, smacking the locker closed with her good hand. You finally got the old locker open, muttering a few curses at the dented thing. You grabbed your side bag and breathed a sigh of relief as everything was there. You popped in your ear buds and started some music as you smacked your locker shut and followed Janet to the front doors. Her newest boy-toy was waiting outside for her, waving at you. That would be Keithen Howard. You’d heard enough about him from Janet swooning over him, and the talk of the town. Rumor has it he’s started a gang that’s been going strong for 10 years somewhere in Florida, but he was a nice enough guy. He was only slightly older than Janet but he treated her right so far and offered you rides on nights where the weather didn’t cooperate or you got hurt on the job. Like tonight.

“Go ahead and hop in the back y/n. I also got paid today and there’s a party pack from the fast food joint down the street if you want something to eat.” He said, tuning the radio to the news. You don’t know why, but his vibe was off most days.

“Nah, but thank you though. I have kimchi and another udon bowl at home with my name on it. I will take you up on the ride, though.” You said kindly, as another rumble of thunder made its presence known. You slid into the backseat of his Cadillac. It was a nice car but it would be better if it didn’t smell of cigarettes and over-used Axe deodorant. Specifically the spray-on shit that people would use to make deodorant grenades and leave the basement of your old highschool an aerosol huffer’s wet dream.

The radio was same-old, same-old. Another shooting here, there, another wave of Covid, another food recall due to listeria, ect, ect. You weren’t surprised and then felt bad for Nadia in Produce. She spent so long cleaning and making the displayed produce look nice and now she’d have to take down the cabbages and lettuce and throw them away. Oh, and now peaches and raspberries have been added to the recall list. ‘She’s gonna be miserable tomorrow.’ you thought. Janet and Keithen talked about Covid and the elections coming up soon, every once and while asking your opinion. You gave an appeasing answer, even if it wasn’t your true opinion. You’d hold those to your heart unless Janet asked by herself. You didn’t want to test Keithen, who you’d known for a month at least now. The car stopped at the street your apartment as on and you pulled up your hood. Another strike of lightning and thunder rolled over the car as you stopped out, glad to have something comforting playing your ears.

“Y/n, please be safe. It’s supposed to get bad in about an hour,” Keithen said, pointing at the sky. His vibes were not off, as of right now. He was being genuine. “Janet cares a bunch about you. I want you to be safe tonight and just give us a call if you need anything.” He said, receiving a little smack and smile from his girlfriend. It made you happy to see Janet happy.

“Yeah, just watch the damn road. I heard about you hydroplaning a couple of weeks ago.” You said, giving him a genuine smile, and walking down the road as he began to pull off. You heard him laugh and both of them yell their good-byes. Maybe he wasn’t that bad despite the vibes. Maybe the rumors were getting to you. The oak and pine trees lining the road shielded you from the heavy rain mostly, only some fat droplets from the branches finding their ways to your hood and bag made it through. Before you knew it, you were in your warm apartment and being greeted by Crunchwrap and Frito. Crunchwrap being his fat orange cat self slid into the wall and meowed loudly at you, pawing with no claws. Frito was a shaky but loving little chihuahua who had his bark removed, so his normal raspy noises found their way out. Your bonded pair received loving pets and scritches from you and then you continued on with your night. You fed them and gave them new water, and then fed yourself. The kimchi you had bought was alright by itself, but better after putting it in the udon bowl.

You then took a shower and put on your comfy clothes and sat at your desk. Crunchy and Frito made their way to their little platform beds you had made for them by your desk. Your landlord said nothing when she inevitably saw them. She probably didn’t care since they weren’t screwed into the wall, merely fancy shelves with a cushion on each and a ramp going to both of them. There was one on each side of the desk, so you can pet either one with either hand when the time came that you’d have some bad games and needed a mental palate cleanser. Your fur babies were the best mental palate cleansers.

You checked Discord and with it being a Thursday, no one was on. Damn. You checked Battlenet and saw a couple of streamer people you had maybe played with once online, but other than that, zilch. You heard some more thunder and lightning but made nothing of it as you started some quick play matches. Win, Loss, Win, Win.

“Whatcha think, guys? Should I risk a comp match or two?” You ask your pets. You heard a yawn from Frito and Crunchwrap pawed at his cushion. He was making biscuits. You heard the rain and the wind pick up some, some lightning and thunder making Frito flinch. You got up from your desk and gently moved Frito and Crunchwrap to your bedroom and onto your bed, letting them both under the covers. You pet them both and let them hide and cuddle while you stayed up a little more. Tomorrow you were off, as well as Saturday and Sunday. You were allowing yourself to game as much as you wanted that night.

You started a Comp game, queueing for tank as one does. You were sad about Ramattra getting nerfed and read another x reader fanfic about him while you waited. A loud crack of thunder broke you out of your trance, and a different color flashed out your window. It wasn’t white.

It was purple…lightning..?

The power began to flicker. There was a loud rumbling and you could not only hear it but feel it in your chest. It reminded you of a video where someone simulated black holes interacting and eventually merging with each other. Your computer began glitching out, the time for queue flipping to random numbers before becoming an increasing number of infinity signs. You backed your chair up slightly, knowing this couldn't be good. The air was crackling with electricity before all you could see on the screen was a message.

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“What the fuck?!” You said aloud, shooting up from the chair. You backed away a bit, wondering what the hell had happened to your pc and wondering if you needed to move to the hallway. You weren't supposed to have tornadoes in the area and with how your apartment was shaking, you needed to make a decision fast. There were signs flickering over the words and text, your screen flipping between blue and purple and red, until everything went silent for a mere moment and all you could see was another message;

6r@c3 Y0urse1f

The loudest and deepest boom you had ever heard and felt ripped through the air, a bright and multicolored arc of lightning shattering your window and streaming into your computer before a shockwave threw you through your door frame and into the hallway. You felt some of the popcorn ceiling fall on you as you slumped over. There was a burning, pulsing, and stinging pain all over your body, but you were too shocked and drained to move. You felt like you might actually die from this, fighting everything to not pass out then and there. You noticed a crumpled pile of something through the literal static and waves in your vision. You lost the battle with your body. Everything turned to a dark and empty void. Or what you thought was an empty void, at least.

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It was cold and dark, and very heavy. That might have been a strange way to put how you felt and what you could see but it was. There were no noises from either of your animals so you figured you must be asleep still. Maybe you had died. The thought made you sad and you could see the corners of your vision turn a dark blue, almost violet. If you were dead, who’d take care of Frito and Crunchwrap for you?

Your parents had cast you aside with frivolous amounts of money and put you somewhere you “wouldn't cause trouble” your father had said. You doubted your mother wanted to send you away, as she came into your room every morning to comb your hair and put it up nice for your school days. College was what it was and now you’re broke in a shitty Midwest town with a controlling father not answering the house’s landline. The universe must have laughed at you and made you one hell of a damaged OC plotline.

Instead of being bitter about every wrong someone committed towards you, you turned it around and gave double the kindness and love the world needed. You would prove your father wrong and become a success by kindness, love, and be everything your world needed. Unless there was some dipshit spouting off about the gays again. You told Alan you’d kick the next loud-mouthed Texan’s ass that spoke out like that at the kids right in the groin. He was fine with it, but in his own words, “ If you get sued, I can’t help you.”

You laughed, and noticed you were able to sit up, wherever you were. It felt like something wanted to pull you back down, but you decided to try and stand. You then fell on your ass, noticing a bright purple and yellow orb in front of you. You reached out and hit some strange barrier in front of you. It felt smooth and warm in front of the orb, but freezing cold as you drew your hand away. It moved towards the glass as well, and a comforting feeling washed over you.

There was a whisper in your mind, but you couldn’t truly hear or recognize the voice of whoever was speaking. You felt yourself trying to speak, but nothing would come out all of a sudden. Nothing but small vibrations from your vocal chords. Almost mechanical. You tried saying what you wanted to say, before a whoosh of air dragged you away and a bright light overtook you.
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He didn’t know where he was. The last thing he knew was he was about to attack some humans harming one of his Omnic brethren before… before…He couldn’t remember what happened to him. He felt heavy and… cold? Is this what it felt like? Coldness? He pulled himself up to sitting, his servo to his head. There was nothing around him but an ink black void and… an orb? It was a golden yellow and a deep blue, moving only slightly up some from the ground. He attempted to move a little-

Thunk.

There was a barrier in front of him. He put his hand out to the barrier and touched it, holding himself in front of the orb. It moved closer to where he was, and he felt a more pleasant and comforting feeling. He had read something about soulmates and near-death experiences on the Shambali Monastery. He wondered if that was what this was.

A words tried to leave his voice box, but there was nothing but whirring noises and deep vibrating grunts from him. What was going on? He let the warm feeling wash over him some more, wondering if this had anything to do with what happened to him before he was where he was. But, before that thought could be pondered any longer, there was a heavy and cold blast of air before he was pulled back into a brighter whiteness than the sun’s beams.

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You could hear attempted barking and hissing when you awoke. You thanked your lucky stars you had awoke and then immediately cried out, as your body was sore all over. Your head and back were throbbing with pain, and sounds were 10 times louder than they had been. You wished for a moment that the world would quiet just for you and then your eyes opened to see your beloved pets in front of you. You felt a tear fall from your eyes as you tried to grasp what was happening. They were barking at a slowly shifting pile of gray, white, and purple metal wires in the room ahead of you.

You suddenly remembered the night before in full detail, being shocked with multicolor light coming from the sky. Your computer was also hit. You glanced up from the movement and checked your pc. Nothing seemed to be wrong with it, it was still set to your moving wallpaper of random colors and bubbles. You felt yourself grab your babies and push them into the next room. You scared Crunchwrap and ended up with a thrashing cat and squirming dog being put back in your bedroom. You quickly shut the door and collapsed, again, but onto your knees. You could hear grumbling and groaning from the other room, as well and whirring and beeps.

You were so weak but you refused to pass out again. You just needed to figure out what the hell was in the other room.

“Hello?! Who or what the hell are you?!” You called, your voice shaking more than you wanted it to. You saw a massive shadow on the door. Whatever it was held something. It looked kind of like…

Before you could finish your line of thinking, a large hand grasped the wood of the door frame. The black digits slightly cracked the frame as they gripped harder and you heard thumping. Whatever or whoever it was was legitimately heavy. You watched as the being showed themselves.

Holy fucking shit.

You stared a literally steaming Ramattra in the faceplate. He had immediately found your kneeling figure in front of your bedroom door, your animals now losing their minds behind the door. You held your breath and froze.

You both just stared at each other.

He moved slightly to adjust himself to not hit the ceiling, and you saw his staff form up and point at you.

“Where am I human?” He seethed, having to fix his pedes yet again. He was weak like you, having gone through something crazy to be in front of you at the current moment.

“U-Uh… Middle-Of-Nowhere, USA. Year 2024.” You said, trying to fix your posture. You were too tired to really care but your knees were starting to hurt against the hardwood floor. Your animals continued to go ham, Frito now trying to dig through the door.

Ramattra didn’t move an inch. You guessed what you had said had shocked him.

“You’re wrong. It’s 2077. You’re lying to me.” He seethed yet again, and you noticed his arm shaking as he aimed his staff towards your chest. Jesus Christ. ‘I might actually die if I don’t convince this hot trauma temple where he actually is.’ you thought, bringing the one arm not supporting your weight to your chest.

“Look at the com…computer behind you. Just look at the clock or calendar. I don’t care what, just please believe me.” You said, trying to make yourself look as non-threatening as you could. You heard a loud whirring from your computer and he turned away from you. You heard your speaked start up.

“This is CNN News…”

“Welcome to Fox News at…”

“This is the BBC here with…”

“What’s up guys, my name’s Markiplier…”

The list went on. You saw him lock up for a second then back into a wall, luckily not cracking the sheetrock. He used his arms to keep himself stable as everything kept coming at his audial receptors, including the music of the time. He shook his head, and you could hear Scott Street start to play. Oh fuck, he was going through your YouTube history at this point. He’d inevitably find the Overwatch videos and shorts you’d watch to try and better yourself at the game he was from. This poor mech. This poor, poor, damaged, and traumatized Omnic.

You saw something besides steam radiating from him. It was a dark blue wisp with red at the very bottom. He looked on the verge of collapse, as he dropped his staff. It turned into nothing, dissipating bit by bit, You dragged yourself up the wall across from you, as he fell on his ass. He didn’t seem to care at this point, most likely going through some kind of identity crisis. You could hear the Frogger video start up and a Flats video as well.

~

His hands found their way to his face, and he listened, unknown to you. He listened to the elimination sounds, the ideas for betterment, the random jokes and quips… He was a game. He was from a game. He felt himself shatter and rebuild himself from the pieces. He… He was in the past? Before he was created? But not? He had to calm himself down to be able to protect himself. He needed to remember. He needed to figure out a way back to where he came from. He needed to protect his brethren from being exterminated. He also needed to deal with this human. He noticed that she had made her way to the other wall and was hobbling down her hallway. He guessed this was her home, as pictures of said human were on the wall and floor.

He had another epiphany at that moment. One he hated. One his racing mind and processors churned and bit at him for having. He had no rightful reason to hate her. She hadn’t done anything wrong. He hated himself for thinking that way. He needed to hate her. His hate is what kept him going. His hate is what made him powerful, powerful enough to scare people away from those Omnics they were harming.

There was none to protect by hatred here.

She came to a stop just in front of him, and took something out of her pocket.

“I know wh-who you are, if you can’t tell. I can’t imagine what is going through your mind, but please let this flesh-bag help you out some.” She said, holding her hand out. It was a tiny Zenyatta figurine on a ring and chain. He stared at her hand and what was in it. His processor ran at its optimum speed and figured she was trying to comfort him. Comforting a Ravager. He could kill her in an instant and figure things out by himself… if he wanted to.

“I know you’ve been through hell in the world you’re from. You know you’re just a character in this world. I can’t imagine what that must feel like to you. This is all I think you’d be somewhat comfortable with. I never lied to you, Ramattra.” She said in a whisper. He could hear the animals in the other room crying out for their caretaker, and the door was shaking.

~

He took the small keychain from your hands, his fingertips ghosting your palm. There was a warm static shock between the two of you. You pretended not to notice. You were smart but not stupid and you refused to read into things that were most likely trivial happenings. You were going to pretend you hadn’t just experienced a dreamy trope in a fanfiction you had read long, long, long ago. He examined the tiny figurine in his servos and sighed.

“Thank you, human.” He said quietly. You smiled.

“No problem at all. My name’s Y/n, if you ever want to use it. I wouldn’t blame you if you didn’t want to, though.” You said, sitting down in front of him, but slightly to the left. You wanted to turn your computer off for a moment, but then you could hear Je te laisserai des mots quietly through your speakers. You would hope that he would find some comfort in these moments, with calming and soothing music in the background. You would quietly sing along, and notice your animals had quieted.

Everything was calming down.

Chapter Text

You both sat for a long time, before you gained enough feeling back in your legs to stand. Ramattra flinched and sat up a little more. You did your best not to accidentally give him a pitying look and succeeded. “I’m not going to do anything aside from let my pets out of my room. My cat, uh, Crunchwrap, will piss on my bed if I don’t let him out. Frito, my chihuahua, knows better but he can only hold his own for so long. He also uses the litter box half the time, but I can take him on a walk if you want some time for yourself.” you said quietly, noticing the gentle way he held the Zenyatta keychain.

He seemed to contemplate what you said. Unknown to you, his mind was fighting a winning and losing battle. He wanted to hate you still. He wanted to be angry at your kind for everything he was, but another part of him knew he couldn’t let him do that. There was also something irking him when he thought about it; you were being so comforting and kind to him. Having working with Overwatch agents before, they tended to be nicer than most. They still made backhanded comments at him for leading Null Sector.

You watched him closely, the way his thumb caressed the figure of his brother. You knew how that felt, wanting nothing more than the comforting embrace of your mother sometimes. His brother would be all he had back in his world, as Mondatta had been killed by Widowmaker at a peace rally. You were unsure if he knew who killed him, and feared showing him the cinematics or him finding them himself.

You also knew shutting your computer down wouldn’t stop him.

So you left the now silent computer open, as you walked the short distance to your room. The skinny mech in the hallway would inevitably be lovingly attacked by your animals once they had relieved themselves. All you knew about him and animals was that he liked ants. You hoped he’d be able to get along with your special little ones. Crunchwrap was the only one in this situation you saw an issue with, as he hissed at everyone except you but never scratched or jumped at people. You turned the knob, and they each went to their respective boxes, ignoring the mech. He didn’t jump, didn’t move. He had the figure clutched to his chest you guessed, and he had steady and even movements to his chest. He had gone into stasis or sleep or recharge, whatever it was in that universe.

You grabbed an extra blanket from the closet, wondering if he could get cold. You checked the clock on your nightstand; it was 1:18 in the morning. It had been nearly 3 hours since the event, and you could only guess he had become overwhelmed and decided to just sleep on the floor. He’d probably slept in worse during the Omnic crisis. You quietly stepped closer to him, and laid the blanket over him as best you could without touching him. It’s weird touching people in their sleep, despite what movies and Reddit would tell you.

You then made your way to your own room, and moved to the connected bathroom. You flicked the light on and took a look at yourself. You noticed a small and thin red line running from your left temple to your jaw. It was just barely noticeable. It was jagged, and part of you thought it looked like a pixelated vine. You poked and prodded at the mark for a few minutes, and then proceeded to leave it alone. You were too tired to deal with this right now.

You stripped and took another shower, the mild water being comforting enough to relax you but cool enough to keep you awake. Falling asleep in the shower would cause your utility bill to go up and you didn’t want that. There was some scratching at your bathroom door and you figured Frito was getting pissed you weren’t in bed. So, you turned the water off after washing yourself with some “calming” lavender soap and put on a new set of pjs. You’d brush your hair in the morning when you woke up.

You opened the door to Frito sitting at the end of your bed and Crunchwrap already asleep at the end of the bed. “It’s kinda cute y’all aren’t freaked out by our guest guys. Good babies.” You said, picking up Frito and getting in bed. You lifted the covers for him to get situated, and Crunchy woke up just long enough to join him and cuddle under your blanket. You laid in bed for a long time before closing your eyes and you were out.

~

Sombra and Moira were in the base by themselves for once. Dr. Siebren was already in bed, at least, that’s what both the women hoped. Moira didn’t want to deal with his random and trivial science questions, and Sombra just hoped the old man could get some good sleep for once. Sombra had multiple holographic tabs open and was sat criss-cross on a heavy duty shelf.

She had some EDM going through her mind when she came across another weird news article out of London. Multiple sightings of a large Omnic disappearing in a lightning strike. She had wondered why Ramattra had never answered her request to meet him for intel sharing. She wanted him on her side, she didn’t know why yet. Just a hunch she guessed.

“Moira. Check this out.” She said, flicking the holo-tab onto Moira’s computer. Moira tsked and rolled her eyes, before she looked extremely puzzled. She looked back at the whiteboard that The Good Doctor had been working at for days now. He had been rambling about heavy math, probabilities for spatial and time anomalies as of late, and had some very heavy physics equations on the board. Moira figured it was his black-hole-induced madness messing with him again. How she disliked him sometimes.

“I see. Thank you for being our media bloodhound, Sombra. Is there any video of the incident yet?” Moira asked, going back to her computer and typing out a few emails and messages. She’d have to comm Gabriel and Lecroix, as Sigma’s math was starting to look more and more like an actual event and not just ramblings and delusions.

Sombra began pulling up multiple tabs, and typing very fast. Nothing was too hard for her to crack, except some general encryptions from some Omnics she had encountered. Like Bastian Unit who hung around with that shorter Swedish man. The previously racist one who had started out hating Omnics. Funny and ironic.

There was buzzing in her mind as she kept pulling up tabs before she found the video, and sent it to the larger screen in the middle of the base room. Perfect timing, as the other three Talon agents walked in. Aside from Sigma, who floated in. He was always floating, physically and mentally. The video began playing at high volume.

The 5 watched as Ramattra walked towards a group of people attacking an Omnic before some thunder rumbled, and lightning struck his frame. It wasn’t normal; It was multicolored, and struck for far too long. Sigma gasped and looked back at his whiteboard from the last few days, and began writing numbers down.

“What are we watching?” Growled the emo old man, and the silent sniper looked at Moira. Moira looked dumbstruck for a moment, before turning to Dr. Siebren. He wrote the last number; 99.9845322 with a percent sign at the end.

“That is the chance of a space or time event happening. With the video proof, both may have happened! Amazing!” Said the older man, hovering himself a little closer to the larger screen. He started chuckling and humming to himself, so Moira took her attention off of him. She looked back at her computer, she was a Biologist, not one for space, stars, and the other planets out there. She had wanted to focus on Humans but now…

“Doctor Siebren, could you possibly figure out if another anomaly is possible?” She asked, fake and smooth kindness on her tongue. The man turned to look at Moira, and smiled.

“Why of course! I should also try to figure out where the mech went as well, correct?” He asked, making his way to the blackboard. Sombra held her words in her mind, giving a look to Widowmaker. Widow scoffed and rolled her eyes, attaching herself to the ceiling to get a new viewpoint on the video. She took it upon herself to look at the video from the side and upside down, and that’s when she noticed it.

“Zoom onto Ramattra, and watch his body and how it disappears. Quickly, child.” She said, lowering herself back to stand over Sombra. She nodded, and also decided to put multiple color filters to see if that changed anything. She slowed the video and everyone watched as he seemed to pixelate before he disappeared. Like he was some kind of antique video game character.

“Why would that happen?” Moira asked aloud to no one. Sigma was quiet, very quiet. That wasn’t like him. She looked at his face. He was very deep in thought, before he was mumbling and writing again.

~

You were in the void again. The orb was in front of you again, it’s warmth radiating through the barrier between you both. You wondered what this place was. You could feel the curiosity and calm in the space, radiating from both you and the other orb. You wondered if it was someone like you, who had been through so much. Kind of like those fanfictions that you read, where you’re stuck and it’s a soulmate situation. You could only dream. You wished you could talk to the person on the other side-

Your hand met wetness on the other side. There was liquid gold paint, you thought, on the ground. Kind of like a music video you had seen once. You let the paint drip from your hand and began writing.

'I hope you can read this. Who are you? I’m Y/n.'

You noticed the paint disappeared where your name had been written. Ah. No names.

You waited, and saw the orb move up, and silver colored words appeared under your sentence.

'I’m . Do you know where we are? We’ve been here before.'

You wrote back.

'No names here. I don’t know but I think it might be good if we try to somehow get to know each other.'

You both continued writing to each other for what felt like hours. You discussed your likes and dislikes, things you had been through, jobs you had done. You joked and laughed, hopefully. You hoped that was what the strange static noise had been.

'What’s your favorite color? Do you like music?'

An innocent question. A second innocent question.

'I like many colors, but purple and gold have to be some of my favorites. It depends on the music, I'd have to guess.'

You thought about it for a minute. You had another question, but you suddenly had goosebumps. Your time with them was ending.

'Our time is almost up. Can you tell?'

~

He was enjoying this strange conversation. He had to use silver paint in order to speak, but no names. Whatever deity or anomaly was behind this wanted him and whoever he was talking with to not be on a name basis he guessed. After his evening of landing in that human woman’s apartment, he felt a bit better after conversing with this person. No words were needed, but the paint worked fine. It disappeared after every couple of sentences, so there was plenty of writing room.

Well, he was enjoying this conversation. He felt a strange static tingle go up his back and arms. He watched the gold appear on his end.

'Our time is almost up. Can you tell?'

He wrote back quickly.

'Yes. I felt static go up my back and down my arms.'

He waited for only a moment before a light breeze started. He knew it would pick up.

'Not who are you, what are you? I’m human. I have to ask because strange things are happening to me. More than this.'

The wind was picking up, as he painted words quickly.

'I’m not human. I think I know where we are. I know you.'

With that, the wind picked up, and he was pulled away and waking up in Y/n’s apartment.

Chapter Text

You awoke slowly, grumbling as light poured into your room. You could hear birds… and a glass suddenly shattering. You bolted up from your sheets, and booked it down the hall. You did not make it all the way down the hall.

Out of concern and a rush to see if last night was real or not, you did not watch where your footing was. You tripped over a neatly folded blanket in the hall and landed face first into hard wood, sliding into a wall.

“Mother… fucker. What-” you said, sitting up and getting yourself together. You felt thumping steps come towards you before metal gently clasped around your shoulders and you were being helped up.

“Are you okay? Is this how you wake up every day?” Said the mech who had not intentionally tripped you up. You looked at his face and then back at the floor, where Frito was sniffing the blanket. He sneezed once and then proceeded to roll on the blanket. You sighed.

“I heard glass break. Did Crunchy break something?” You asked, looking for your cat and trying not to blush. He let go of you once you were on your feet and fixed his scarf. He faked a cough and an awkward silence befell him for a moment.

“I was trying to fill your coffee maker and dropped a glass. I was trying to be a good house guest.” He said, slightly shrinking up. Crunchy walked by him and rubbed his body on him, mrrowing softly. He walked over to you and rubbed your legs as well, before jumping up on the cat shelf in the hallway.

“Oh. It wasn't a mug with ponies on it, was it?” You asked, making your way to the kitchen. He tensed. “No… it was a black one with something called “minecraft” on it. It looked damaged.” He said, following behind you. You looked in the kitchen trash can and just shrugged.

“I used it to make Crunchwrap’s medicine when he was sick and the dishwasher tore it up so I don't mind. Thank you for trying.” You said, attempting to give him a non-awkward smile. He stiffened a little.

“I still don't understand why you're thanking me.” He said, sitting down on the floor again. His tone of voice sounded off, almost sad and annoyed at the same time. You thought back to his lore while starting the coffee maker. You had a clearer mind, being more rested. A glance at the clock on the oven revealed it was nearly one in the afternoon. You had promised an online friend you would play games with her but at this point, she’d be asleep.

“I’m thanking you because you had genuine intentions. You didn’t shatter the mug to be mean.” You said gently, warm smells of vanilla and dark roast coffee filling the air. You picked up the mug and put it on the counter, turning to grab the milk from the fridge. You poured a small bit in and put 5 spoonfuls of sugar into the coffee. You felt comfortable in his presence but uncomfortable with the idea of what his mind may be going through.

You glanced at him over your counter. He sat crossed-legged and had his head bowed. You needed to change the subject.

“Have you been having strange dreams? Do you dream?” You asked, taking a sip of you coffee. It was perfect.

“I do and I have been. Have you?” He asked, sitting up straighter. He was looking at you, and you saw that strange aura on him again. It was purple with a slight bit of yellow and deep blue. Huh.

“Yes. I, uh, was painting on some kind of barrier and talking to someone. Learned their favorite colors were purple and gold. The dream ended before me and the other soul could really ‘talk’ more.”you said. You leaned on your counter, hearing your neighbor’s kids across the way start scream-singing ‘peaches’ again.

“Oh. Then I was right, I do know you.” He said, standing up. You stood up as well and stared up at his faceplate. You gave him a little smile. He hummed quietly. The moment almost seemed tender, but the kids next door made their presence known by fits of laughter and screaming.

“Come on. We’ll go sit in my office with Frito and Crunchwarp. If I shut the door we won’t be able to hear them.” You said, averting your eyes from his frame and making your way down the hall. The Ravager made his way through your hall quietly, and silently admiring the pictures and art on the wall.

~~~~~~
He knew he’d have to talk more on the strange dreams but he didn’t really want to. There was a strange urge in his head and chest to get to know you better. You had been nothing but kind and thoughtful for the very short time he had known you and he figured if he really was a character from a video game in this world, he’d have nowhere else to be. No one to protect, unless someone decided to do something stupid to you in his presence-

He paused, and watched you clean off a giant bean bag chair in the corner. You were mumbling something and humming a little tune. He picked up the blanket you had given him, noting a small red line on his servo. It looked like the mark on Y/n’s face, now that he thought about it. He’d bring it up later if she didn’t notice it.

But, why was he suddenly so protective over you for a minute? He had known you actually for less than a day.
He thought about that some more. It must have just been his appreciation for someone that wasn’t immediately hateful or rude towards him. Someone that had tried to comfort him even then they were hurt and exhausted. That gave him another question; How had she healed so fast?

“Here Ramattra. It’s a you-sized bean bag chair. It’s from back when I had IRL friends.” She said, trying to get a bunch of cat hair off her hands. He turned and picked up the blanket from last night and sat it next to his spot and he sat down.

It surprisingly held his weight well. It didn’t tear or sag too much either. It was exceedingly comfortable and he could see why humans got behind these things. He heard her laugh quietly, sitting down at his desk and sitting her coffee down.

“Give me a moment and we’ll talk for a while about anything you’d like.” She said, starting some music at a low volume and typing quickly.

~~~~

After the message was sent, you and Ramattra found the rest of the day to be nothing but talking, petting either Frito or Crunchy, and joking. You got along surprisingly well. You both had no idea how the dreams worked or how the marks on your bodies had gotten there, but you thought that they would go away eventually on you and Ramattra would just have to get polished and re-painted. He nodded at that, and sighed.

“Today has been nothing but progress. Getting to know each other gives me the feeling that whatever repercussions dimensional travel has on us will be fine. Something clearly happened to us both, due to our marks.” You said, turning back to your computer. Your wallpaper was overwatch themed. It was the last background from Overwatch one.

“Why am I not in that picture?” He asked, moving to kneel beside you at your desk.

“Oh. That’s the last background from the first game before they closed the servers on it. It was really fun to play. I miss the mechanics and look of old Overwatch sometimes.” You said, looking at the old Orisa design. She had been your first tank main.

He was silent for a while, before he stood up and pulled the beanbag chair over to the desk.

“This may sound strange, but could you show me the game now?” He asked, sitting and leaning forwards. You stared at his faceplate and blushed a little. You would have to play your main in front of him. Jesus H. Christ. Fuck.

“U-Uh… Yeah. Sure, w-why not?” You said, quickly moving the cursor over to the blizzard launcher. You hoped this wouldn’t turn out badly. You paused the music before launching the game, and got ready mentally and physically for the game. Game face: on.
You looked at him from the corner of your eye, and he was staring intently at the monitor. You started a quick queue and almost immediately got into a match. You queued flex to show him as much as you could, and the tank and DPS immediately begged for a Zenyatta. You sighed.

“I apologise for what you’re about to see.” You said, and clicked Zenyatta. The other support had picked Juno. The tank was D.Va so you wouldn’t have to worry about that right now. You immediately got the voice line of D.Va asking what Zen did before he was himself. He said lifeguard and Ramattra laughed.

“He still won’t tell me what he did before then.” He said. There was a Hanzo and Symmetra as dps. You hoped this game would go by fast.

You did your best to get kills and heal your team, and you were doing…

It didn't matter. Your team managed to keep the point and the game ended. The other team's Orisa had gotten play of the game, which hadn’t been surprising. He seemed more open and interested in the game that his world was. His universe. The only place he had ever known was a game for a completely different dimension where no one had ‘powers’ or anything truly special like his world. Technology was also very behind and ancient to him.

You queued for another game, this time mystery heroes.

“Why is it called that?” He asked, leaning closer. You then explained how that version of the game worked, and that it was only recently that there was a role queue. You told him of everything you had seen before the queue, the triple tank teams, the just healer teams, the double widowmaker teams, ect. You tried to explain how it was funny as well as just fun when there was no role queue.

“I see. Well, I hope you get someone you can easily play. It’s interesting but also a little sad to see that everything I knew was just a game to people here.” He said, leaning back in his beanbag chair. You heard his tone change slightly.

“You did ask to see this- oh. We’re in another game.” You said, getting yourself ready. You loaded in, and had gotten queued as tank. You were Ramattra, in the game. You held your breath as you heard Ramattra shift in his chair. You were going to have to be a sweat to do this right.

“I’m not the best with your character Ramattra. Be patient with me.” You whispered, hoping you wouldn’t embarrass yourself. Or upset the mech now fully beside you. You ran and jumped around your spawn for a second, and then gave some headpats to a mercy. You explained everything you did and you heard him chuckle quietly.

~~~~
Watching this human woman interact with other characters as himself was… strange. He would have never in a million years thought he was capable of working with Overwatch people or let alone giving them ‘headpats’. It was very amusing.

The game began and he watched her with growing interest, and watched her face and the screen. She wasn’t doing too badly… he thought. Her aim was a little messy, and she was too focused on shielding her team more than herself, but it was working out. She had managed to not have himself die, which was a crazy thing to think for himself.

He noticed the marking on her face begin to glow slightly, as she concentrated on the game. The push bot was halfway through the map at this point, and then he heard D.Va’s ult line ring out.

“Nerf This!”

“Oh no, no, no-”

She then saw himself die on screen. It wasn’t graphic at all, but something about seeing himself die put himself in a strange headspace. It was overtime, and he heard ‘Athena’ say Victory and he stood up. Y/N turned to him, her mark was no longer glowing. He looked at himself, and took himself in. That was him but wasn’t him.

“I should have just left the game or warned you Ramattra, I am so sorry.” She said, grabbing his servo. He froze for a second, and noticed how warm he suddenly felt when she held his servo. His servo was massive compared to her hand, but that plus the way she looked at him; she truly was sorry he had seen that. He looked between himself and her, taking in this moment. He was upset by what he’d seen, but he wouldn’t take it out on her. He had asked to see this game, and she had shown him what he had actually wanted to see.

“It was just a small shock is all, Y/N. I asked to see the game and you showed me enough for me to understand what my universe was and still is.” He said, not minding how she still held his servo as he sat back down. She closed the game, still holding his servo with one hand, and began playing some music. He would think about what he saw for a long time that evening, and the funny feeling in his head and chest when she would smile or laugh while they talked.

Chapter Text

Being human, you inevitably had to leave his side to get things done around your home. Washing clothes, doing the few dishes in the sink and then putting them in your shitty dishwasher. He, of course, wanted to help.

“Ramattra, I told you earlier, I’m alright. I appreciate you but I kinda showed you a version of you kicking the bucket and…” you trailed off, not knowing how to finish your statement. You continued scrubbing at a tray that had something stuck to it, probably a past burnt tater tot.

You heard his sigh coming from a mile away, and heard him walk up somewhere behind you. You sat the sponge down and turned to put the tray in the dishwasher. His servo met your tray halfway, stopping you from putting it down. You looked up at him, suddenly feeling sweat drip down the side of your face. Your hair was sticking to your forehead and making it itch slightly.

“Please, Y/N. I don’t want to sit around right now when you’re neglecting your water intake while simultaneously overheating yourself- even your face is red.” He said, moving the hair on your forehead to the side. You let him pull the tray away and watched him put it in the dishwasher. Your face had to be blazing at this point, and there was a warmth spreading down your face.You glanced at a vase on your counter and saw your scar glowing a light pink.

You leaned over the counter and looked closer.

‘What the hell is this?’ You questioned yourself mentally, watching as it turned purple for a moment. You touched it carefully, and watched the light dissipate. It also looked slightly bigger than the last time you had looked at it, and was starting to curve in places. You heard Ramattra move over by you, also leaning on the counter.

“What’s wrong?” He asked, looking at you as you turned and sat up off the counter. You had a pensive look on your face.

“I don’t know. The mark was glowing and I watched the light on it change color.” You said, rubbing the mark gently. He sat up and then proceeded to lean closer to your face, trying to get a better look himself. You leaned back a bit subconsciously and felt your face warm up again. He continued looking and turned his head slightly, like a dog would when they were confused.

“Well, it’s happening again. It’s definitely pink right now, which is odd. I saw it glow a soft yellow while you were playing your games earlier.” He mused, his servo lightly holding your face as he looked at it. You could hear your heartbeat and feel it in your ears.

“I think it has something to do with your emotions. Am I scaring you?” He asked, and withdrew his servo and backed up.

“No! No, you didn’t scare me! It’s alright! I just wasn’t expecting you to hold my face like that and- and- ah, I’m a dweeb, ignore my english right now. It just surprised me and made me feel very… fl-flustered, I guess? And- I’m blabbing, let me stop.” You rambled and stuttered on for a moment, hiding your face in your hands. You could hear Dogsong playing through your speakers off in the distance. For fuck’s sake.

“Are you sure?” He asked. You were focused on him and only him after he asked that.

“Yes. I am sure.” You dropped your hands, gave him a smile, and waved him over. You pretended not to notice the blue wisps around him turn to a light pink and yellow, and turned back to the dishes.

“Now, I’ll let you help put the dishes in the dishwasher.” You said, grabbing a clean cup from the cupboard and filling it with water. You took a few sips, setting it down half-full. You heard a hum from him, as he took his spot he was at earlier. You picked up the sponge and began working on the few remaining dishes, mainly a few bowls from feeding your cat-children, and some coffee mugs.

You could hear your music, and you sang along quietly with On Melancholy Hill.

“Your voice is nice. No need to be quiet with me around. I don’t mind.” He said, taking a bowl from you and putting it into the washer.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Moira had spent the day with Sigma, watching the mad doctor do calculation after calculation. He was tired from being focused on his science for once, not his irritating and almost downright stupid questions.

She had begun making a material list and had Sombra pull up as much data on Ramattra as she could. The young woman actually seemed interested in parts of her task, which was odd, but Moira mostly ignored her. He kept looking at the frames of the video from Ramattra’s disappearance over and over again. Of all the people to figure it out, it would be the one with a whole new perspective on the universe.

His accident scrambled most of his eggs, but there seemed to be a couple up there somewhere. He was mumbling numerical valued, writing on a board and making loads of arrows and symbols she didn’t feel like deciphering then. One had been about quantum physics, another double physics and trying to calculate his destination. He was currently working on an equation that looked to be about energy. All of this had to be done if they wanted to recreate this anomaly. Hopefully, without shitty after effects.

“This is so frustrating…” she mumbled to herself. Sometimes she enjoyed making lists, other times she didn’t.

“Sombra. Please try to find the blueprints to that tech that Overwatch Agent “Tracer” has. We’ll need it.” She sighed, taking a pen to more paper.

“We’ll see if I can.” Sombra mumbled, and proceeded to start typing and working on multiple Overwatch firewalls. This would take awhile.

She heard the snap of chalk before she noticed the mad doctor’s shadow over her form. He had a crazed look in his eyes and a huge grin on his face. She’d be lying if she had she wasn’t concerned.

“We can force another anomaly. I’ve cracked it, and all we need is time interference and of all things…” He started laughing, and moved back to where his formulas were. He laughed a little longer. Sombra and Moira looked at eachother, both concerned. One of the state of Sigma and the other wondering if she’ll have to drain his energy to get him to calm down.

He stopped laughing suddenly.

“And an old laptop computer, preferably pre-2010s” He said, and began working on some kind of diagram.

The two women’s jaws dropped, before they collected themselves. Just in time as well, as the other summoned members of talon joined them.

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After everything had been completed, you both found your way back to your office, where you just sat and talked more. You explained more about the game he was from and some more fun questions about it. He was asking more questions about you and the songs that were playing. Frito had made his way into Ramattra’s lap at some point, and he was purring loudly. It was a sweet sight, and one you could see yourself getting used to.

In this very short time of Ramattra being here, you felt yourself growing attached. You were hoping and praying to the universe that he wouldn’t be ripped away from your life like in those fucked animes you would watch and those fanfictions you would read.

You were hoping and praying your isekai would stay and isekai.

He also seemed to be enjoying your ramblings quite a bit. Crunchwarp walked into the room and you decided you’d order something to eat for delivery. Your phone was in your room.

“I’m going to grab my phone. I’m going to order my dinner for delivery.” You said, standing up from your desk chair. He nodded and looked at his lap. It seems he was stuck, as he had two fat cats on his lap, and neither seemed to want to move. You walked to your room and grabbed your phone, and it began ringing as soon as you held it.

You answered.
“Hello?” You asked.

“Hello. Who is this?” A voice asked on the other end.

“Uh, You’re the one that called me.” You said, putting the phone on speaker and walking to the kitchen to grab your wallet. You felt the static in the air increase very quickly, right as you were passing your computer. Ramattra stood quickly, accidentally dumping your cats. Your PC was glitching out, making Daft Punk sounds like a SoundCloud beat and a floppy disk had a kid.

“You don’t need to know my name. I’m looking for someone tall, made of metal. Carries a staff around?” She asked, and you began to recognize the voice. You stayed quiet, watching your phone lock itself, and the hang up button disappear.

“How the hell are you doing this?” You asked, furious that your PC was getting invaded again, all you wanted to do was order food on the phone now being gone through, and you had no idea how this futuristic hacker was doing this.

“Took a trip to the anomaly site and noticed my gear going haywire and found an open connection to this very old phone, and that grandpa pc over there. Easy to raid.” She said nonchalantly.

“That’s fucking crazy, I’m not even from your universe. You shouldn’t be able to do this sci-fi bullshit.” You found yourself growling into the phone. You heard her laugh. You noticed your cameras come on both your devices and you glanced up at your computer from your phone.

“Ah, looks like you do have our friend. Hello Ramattra, we were wondering what happened to you. You’ve been gone a few days now. Also, you’re not the face I was expecting.” She said inquisitively, and you tossed your phone across the room and ran to cover your camera.

You were fuming, this is so fucked and all you wanted was some Taco Bell.

“Olivia Colomar, get the fuck off my tech or you’ll just how much I know and I’d hate to invade your privacy even more.” You growled into your PC’s microphone. Your vision was almost white, you were furious at the invasion of privacy and knowing you couldn’t do anything about this.

“I’d recommend listening to her, Olivia.” Ramattra said, placing a servo on your shoulder. You heard the call end almost immediately. Your devices went back to normal and your music picked back up. Undertale music blasting through your speaker suddenly broke you of your hangry-offended rage and you breathed out. You put the cover back over your camera on your PC and picked up your phone. It now had a crack in the corner but that wasn’t the highest priority of your worries.

“Y/N. There’s some kind of lingering connection to my world.” He said, sighing. Your cats were off somewhere, probably under your bed, and that was fine. You were about to break down, almost always happens after that kind of rage courses through your system.

“I know. There’s no telling what kind of information she has now, lingering trackers, I don’t fucking get it.” You could feel the unintentional tears forming. Then they began slipping through the strong fight you had put up against crying, and you slipped to the floor, suddenly hanging big thoughts of continuity issues they might have and worrying about butterfly effects. Universes collapsing like they do in fiction and things like that. Maybe even losing Ramattra somehow.

At that last thought, it felt like the weight of the world just got heavier on your shoulders. You were a minimum-wage worker the other day, and now… you probably just got roped into something you didn’t know if you were strong enough to handle.

That was, until you felt yourself being picked up. Ramattra took initiative and brought you to your room. Somehow your bed held up as he sat with you in his arms, holding you. You cried openly at all the thoughts rushing through your mind, and almost hyperventilating.

“Do you know how crazy this situation would get if I had to call emergency services because of you passing out?” Ramattra asked quietly, still holding onto you.

“Y-Yea-ah. S-s-sor-rry.” You hiccupped out, trying to calm your breathing.

“I can guess your mind is racing with information she probably has from this world and about you, but she can’t do anything to you while we’re here. She’d also probably keep the rest of it to herself until she can use it for her own purposes.” He explained, rubbing your back. You nodded.

“I’ll order your food through your phone. What do you want?” He asked, moving to set you down on your bed. You told him what you wanted and he took your phone from you. He looked at it for a moment.

“It’s ordered. It’ll be here in about 20 minutes give or take.” He said, walking out of the room. He came back a moment later with your half-full glass of water and grabbed the box of tissues off your dresser. You drank some of the water and tried to clean up your face.

“Your marking was glowing white while the interaction took place, and your irises looked to be glowing as well. Did you feel anything while that happened?” He asked, moving hair away from your face.

You thought back for a moment, still wiping stray tears here and there.

“I felt the static electricity in the air change. I also remember my vision going almost white when I was angry.” You said, and then sighed. You looked up at him again, and tried to not start crying again. This was all so crazy. It was just a few days and your life has been changed so much.

You already liked him before you knew him and now, you do know him. You have legitimate feelings for him, just as you knew you would if he was a real person. It’s so weird to think that but now you actually had the ability for that thought without being crazy.

You and him sat there for a while, at least 10 minutes, saying nothing else. Frito and Crunchwrap made it to the bed and began meowing at you.

“They’re hungry. I’ll feed them.” You said, moving to stand up. Ramattra helped you stand, and it was good he did. You stood, and immediately almost fell for getting up too quick. He wrapped one arm around you waist and leaned over you as you went backwards.

“Ah! Be careful Y/N!” He said, and you made eye contact with him. You could see his optics through his mask, and they had a soft look in them. They were so much more detailed now, and… You were both just frozen in the moment, neither one of you wanting to break the closeness and almost intimate moment.

Then there was a knock at the door.

You both stood up, and looked away from each other. His servo rubbed against the back of his head and you looked away.

“I better go get that.” You said, fidgeting with your hands.

“I agree.” He said, his internal fans being very loud.

You made your way to the door, grabbed your food, and just leaned on the counter for a moment. Your head was in your hands, and you noticed a pink glow being cast on your counter.

‘Jesus Christ, I can’t believe that just happened.’ you thought. Two crazy encounters with your unintentional roommate in a day. Your heart might not be able to handle it for long.

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Hello all. I know many have enjoyed this fic to the point it is at currently. I'm putting this as an actual chapter because I want to be clear: I AM NOT DONE WITH THIS FIC. Currently, I have many things going on in my life to where thinking about and writing this fic just isn't lining up with what I'm interested in or what I need to be doing.

I'm unemployed aside from trying to get Twitch Affiliate (it's my only option while looking for a job) and having family issues plus some legal stuff going on within my household that is making things hard. Another family member of mine has also passed away today (8/20/25) and things keep piling up. I will one day come back to this fic and work on it more, but it isn't in my cards right now.

I will have other works for other fandoms coming eventually. I'm sorry to all who wanted more updates sooner rather than later. I care about my readers and wanted to be transparent on my feelings and everything that led to my current decision.

I will come back to this fic one day, just not right now.

Thank you so much for reading as far as here and now. I will see you all in this fic again at some point. Stay safe, be kind, and have a good day or a good night wherever you are <3