Along Came a Tracer... by Owler

Her Reality by Kallie Symmetra sat, cross-legged, in the precise centre of her bed. The hotel room the Vishkar Corporation had booked for her was very nice. Very neat. Symmetra could picture every detail of it, even with her eyes closed. Vishkar knew her needs, and with their riches China was no different to anywhere else. In here, anyway. Down on the streets it was so busy, so disorganised. It reminded her of home, and not in a good way. She preferred to remain in her hotel room, her private sanctuary, where she co…

Commission: Overwatch: Perspective by fizzer You awaken from your sleep. It's not too far off from midnight, you just got to bed maybe an hour or so ago, you can't remember. All you do remember is that you had found some pictures of a particular Cockney woman, one you were a big fan of, and let out some steam in order to assure a good night's rest. You go to look at your smartphone, checking the time, only to find it isn't where you had left it. Looking at your nightstand, you move your hand about frantically to get a feel for it, but to…