Zenyatta was shooting his BALLS at the enemy team, when suddenly, his ultimate was ready. But he noticed that the icon for the ultimate was different, he couldn't really describe it.
"Friends, I have charged my ultimate." He said.
"Great, then use it so we can push to the point!" Pharah insisted.
"But the icon is different, I don't know what it does." Zen replied.
"Show me dat shit." Mercy approached him and ANALyzed him, "Hmmm… I can't tell what it does, either."
"Maybe it's a big fucking laser that destroys the entire enemy team?" Tracer suggested.
"I'm afraid you're an idiot, Tracer." Dva said, "This must be a high-level spell that summons a rain of meteorites all over the map."
"That's retarded." Sombra said, "I bet it's a spell that summons C'Thulhu, and his tentacles immobilize and rape the enemy team."
"Sombra, you're so dumb I can't even describe it, why are you even in our team? Why do you even exist? How can anyone be this fucking stupid?" Pharah said, "Whatever, we push on three, and Zen pops up his ult, whatever it does."
"One, two, THREE BITCHES!" Pharah shouted and their team rushed into the point. Zen popped up his ult. And it summoned C'Thulhu with his tentacles and they raped Zen's team, and killed all the enemy team.
Zenyatta looked at the madness that was happening before his eyes (his team being gangbanged by tentacles), and then slowly turned around to face the reader.
"Dear reader, this shit was so easy to predict, that I genuinely advice you not to read any more of this lame author's fanfictions. They're shit. That's all from me, thank you very much for your peishens."
THE END
Don't listen to Zenyatta, he's GAY and jealous for my amazing writing talent.