So YEAH! Time for some septiplier! But.. with a special twist.

That's right. OVERWATCH, BABY!

Now how this is going to go down is I'm going to write back stories and such for these two then I'll right the present days. Also this takes place when Overwatch starts back up again.

Let's lock and load

Song(s) I listened to while writing this: Born Champion by DAgames

Enjoy!


Today is the day.

Today is the day that little ole Mark becomes a part of the famous peacekeeping force, Overwatch.

The little black haired Korean, American man stood there with excitement coursing through his veins while Winston initiates him onto the team. It wasn't any special ceremony or anything extravagant. But it was most definitely a momentous occasion. It's not everyday someone as skilled as this young man would be willing to fight for peace and the greater good. There was also Lena Oxton, or Tracer, and Fareeha Amari, Or Pharah, His teacher and idol.

" I, Winston, here by declare you, Mark Fischbach, as the newest member of Overwatch." Said the massive gorilla in technical armor, typing in the last bit of information into the computer before a large hologram with a profile picture of the Korean male's face, giving out just a perfect, devilishly handsome smile with a congratulations spread across the screen." Congratulation and welcome to the team!"

" Thank you so much, sir!" The man exclaimed with a huge grin on his face." I'll make sure to do Overwatch proud!" He swung his metallic gloved right hand up to his forehead in a salute.

" I'm sure you will." Winston gave a proud smile." Do your best to protect and serve the people of the world, Mark."

" Glad to have you on the team, love!" Tracer clapped her hands excitedly with an excited grin along her soft freckled face." Can't wait to see what me and you can do on missions together!" She fist pumped the air before bring her fist back down.

" Haha, can't wait!" He turned his smile to the female brit then looked over to his teacher, who made her way over to Mark's side." Ma'am?"

" Mark, I am so incredibly proud of you. Today, you are a man of justice." The Egyptian woman smiled proudly, placing her armored hands on his shoulders and stared at him through her beak like visor." You were an amazing student."

Flattery reaching his ears, this caused Mark's cheeks to glow a soft pink as his smile softened." I.. Oh gosh, Thank you, Ma'am." He said sheepishly" I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for you. You taught me everything I know."

Pharah chuckled softly at the man's words and actions." Well, starting today, we are now considered as equals. No longer Student and Teacher, but Partners and friends." She moved a hand up to his head to ruffle his already messy black." So please, just call me Pharah or Fareeha from now on."

Mark's face lit up with happiness." Y-yes! Of course, Ma-, I-I mean... Pharah." He spoke her call sign and his cheeks glowed a brighter pink." I can't wait to get to work with everyone here." He smiled widely.

He was so happy back then. Nothing mattered. Everything was absolutely perfect.

But that happiness was taken away within just the time span of ten months.

It was war.

Chaos everywhere you looked here at the Temple of Anubis.

Debris of buildings everywhere as was fires across the area.

Mark and Pharah were the only ones there to protect the area from the terrorist group, Talon or Omnics causing havic.

The small Korean American was sitting on the floor, leaning against a wall while holding his bleeding right side." Ph-Pharah?" He called out, seeing if she'd answer him.

But nothing. She wasn't even in the same crumbling building as him.

Mark started to panic more but there was nothing he could do with this much pain in his side." Damn it.. Pharah!" He called out once more, closing his eyes tight but this may have been a mistake.

Just right when he opened his eyes again, he found the barrel of a shotgun to be pointed right at him. He did nothing but glared into the gun and not looking at the wielder.

" Any last words?" Said a raspy low voice belonging to the shotgun wielder.

Mark was quiet for a moment before looking from the gun to look at the person holding it. The man who wore the mask of what represents a skeleton, hiding his true identity, let a growl rumble in his throat as he grew impatient.

" I guess.. I don't." He shook his head, lifting his hand from his side to see blood covered the metal glove. He wanted to fight back but he didn't have enough fuel in his flame thrower gloves and no energy in his body.

Just when the mysterious man cocked his shotgun, something clicked in Mark.

A sense of betrayal.

Just as that thought occurred, His ears heard the sound of jets taking off and turned his head to see a glimpse of the one person he had admired taking off into the skies and leaving him behind." Ph-Pharah..?" He said with a crack in his voice. His feeling was proven right.

" Hm?" The man had looked in the direction Mark had looked and seen that the other Overwatch agent left." Damn it all.." He groaned." Well, I guess one is still a win." He said coldly, to then look back at a shocked and broken agent.

" She.. Left me behind." He managed to say, his chocolate brown eyes becoming blurred with tears as they began to form streams down his cheeks." Why? I thought.."

" You thought you guys were the best of friends, right?" The raspy man interjected the other." Sorry to say, pal, but she pretty much left you for dead."

Mark was silent then he hung his head in defeat, gritting his teeth." Just fucking kill me already." He said boldly while the tears kept coming and closed his eyes as he waited for death.

But instead of getting a face full of bullets, A sound of a gun dropped and a hand has grabbed the Korean American's face. Fingers digging into his jaw as he was then being lifted off of the ground. Comes to find that it was the mysterious man grabbing him when he opened his eyes." Nah, I changed my mind." He chuckled to himself." You're coming with me."

Mark's eyes widen when he said those words, then began to kick his legs and muffling yells and screams of panic." Let go! Let go of me! Just kill me!" He cried into the man's hand, looking around to see the two were being surrounded black smoke." What.. Are you?" Mark whimpered into the hand, his body shaking.

" I am the Reaper." The man finally introduced himself with a low growl when he slowly brought the other's face to his mask. It was like their eyes were locked with each other even though Mark couldn't see Reaper's." And I have claimed your soul."

And in an instant, they were gone just as the roof of the building had collapsed.