Neat little idea I got after reading Fallout X RWBY crossover "New World Blues" I personally like the idea of insanity ensuing in a crossover and one side is desperately trying to stop it. So, Doomguy or Flynn Taggart is a happy-go-lucky psycho and still wants to kill things. Also, game mechanics do apply.
"Hah! Suck it BITCH!" The Doom Slayer stepped on the Spider Mastermind's corpse, blood and guts were everywhere, the BFG 9000's plasma blast nearly decimated its head, leaving only a husk of a corpse that was the Spider Mastermind.
While basking in his righteous glory of ending the motherfucking Mastermind of Hell, a message appeared on his HUD saying "TETHER ACTIVATION" and some type of blue electricity grabbed him and then it was all white.
Waking up, he realized he was floating above pentagram in some sort of containment chamber. There was a railing that went straight in front of him.
Then, a figure appeared. Samuel Hayden. "Oh fucking Hell." He cringed a bit about that last pun. If it was one anyways.
Then the leader of the UAC started going on about how Argent Energy was important and Flynn's motivation and all that. "For fuck sake just shut up already!"
The Doom Slayer stopped listening and then he was engulfed by the same energy and then it all went white.
/
It was a pretty bad day for Tracer and her friends today. For one she was, for, maybe the first time ever, pinned down by gunfire while Mercy, D. Va, Lucio and Genji were off somewhere she couldn't see. The Talon goons wanted to push an EMP device throughout King's Row, Britain to deactivate all the Omnics in the area and the illegal Overwatch were trying to hold a point that, when held by Talon operatives for long enough, the EMP bomb would find itself near them. But since Overwatch was here, Talon couldn't get the EMP.
It was a pretty bad situation out there; Tracer was the only one holding the point. Genji said that he would flank the Talon agents, Mercy was going to help D. Va who was wounded after not standing far away enough from her detonating MEKA and Lucio was off skating somewhere, playing his mixtape that somehow healed or made his allies faster. Or made the bad guys burn to death through how fire it was.
She was huddled up beneath a car that had bullets raining down on it non-stop.
But then, a blinding white light engulfed the area, forcing Lena to shield her eyes with her arm before putting it back down after the light went away. In the middle of the two sides, a single man in green armor stood, with a chainsaw in his hand and god-knows-how-many weapons on his back.
The Talon infantry were about to continue shooting and so was Tracer but the man raised both his hands at both sides.
"WAIT!" He screamed out, Lena put down her guns to give the guy a chance while Talon did the same, although their fingers were still on the trigger. "Who do I shoot!?" Tracer immediately pointed at the Talon operatives and screamed "THEM!" while the opposition screamed "HER!" and pointed towards Lena.
"Guess it's a coin-toss." The man took out a coin, "Heads or Tails?" Tracer picked Tails, the Talon agents picked Heads. He flipped the coin…
…and it was Tails.
"Welp, guess that settles it!" The man pulled back the handle of his chainsaw which made the motor come to life and the blade started turning. "Whoo hoo!" He started chasing after the Talon operatives that may have shat their pants all at once. He successfully reached one of them and at the same time Mercy came from the sky. "I heard screaming! Is everything- OH MY GOD WHAT IS HE DOING!?" What she just saw, was the Doom Slayer tearing someone in half with a chainsaw while laughing maniacally. The man continued his mad rampage, seeing how they all retreated in a line, he ran beside the one leading the retreat and stuck his chainsaw out.
"No-NOOOOOO!" Was the last thing those Talon goons said before their literal heads flew everywhere. One of their spines fell on Mercy, tainting the white Valkyrie suit with red. "I guess you got too AHEAD OF YOURSELVES!" Mercy cringed so hard she nearly hit her head on a pole.
"…That was boring." The man's voice was of a man in his late twenties to thirties. "How is that boring!?" Lena screamed back at him. "I think that's a little overkill love!"
"Nah!" The man walked back to Tracer and Mercy, juggling the Talon goons' heads. "Why are you juggling their heads!?"
"Why not!?" Was the only answer Lena got from the man. Then she heard a really loud rumbling come from said man. "I'll be right back."
The green-suited man went into the movie theater that was nearby and came out with dozens of bags worth of popcorn and drinks. Not to mention the screaming employees that ran out the building after him. He was eating the popcorn bags by the second through the helmet.
"That was nice." Genji jumped down beside him and faced the man with his faceless gaze. "Are you…responsible for this?" Genji raised the headless corpse of a Talon operative that had blood dripping from the hole. "Yep!" The man cheerfully said. Genji gagged a little. "I…have not seen such brutality since my near-death by the hands of Hanzo."
The man coughed. "Welp, I'm off!" Then the man ran off, but Tracer gave chase, she blinked a few times and was in front of him. Although he was fast, she had to admit, but no one could outmatch the one and only Tracer.
"Not so fast." She raised her palm and stopped the man in his tracks. Said man was tapping his foot impatiently. "Name's Flynn Taggart, marine from UAC facility on Mars, born in the US, home in Maryland. Happy?"
Tracer actually blinked. With her eyes. Flynn took that as a yes and sped right past her. Realizing he was gone, she chased after him, blinking a few more times and landing in front of him again, making Flynn tumbled and fall backward. "What else do you want?"
"Right, you're coming with me." The Marine stared at Lena for a few seconds under his mask. "Nope!" The man quickly stood back up and ran somewhere else. Not willing to let this go, Tracer gave chase. This time, the man somehow was even faster than last time and nearly outran her, but she got the best of him and landed in front of Flynn again. "Oh for fuck sake I'm not coming with you!" Tracer put two fingers on her ear, "A little help please?" And while she was talking, the Space-Marine was gone.
Luckily, she put a tracker on him.
"Follow the tracker." Pretty much everybody in the illegal Overwatch team responded, the entire team that now consisted of only 12 operatives stood in the field base, sometimes a theater, sometimes somewhere else, while 6 from the 12 would leave for the mission, in some cases it was 5 like right now.
"He's headed for the giant clock tower. I'll get there before him." That was Jesse McCree, former gang member and expert marksman with his revolver magnum. "I'll go along with McCree." That was Torbjörn, Swedish weapon designer and builder for the team.
"I'll be on the rooftop near the clock tower." That was Hanzo, former member of the now-defunct Shimada Clan and an excellent archer. "The rest meet up with me at the clock tower!" Tracer spoke into the radio.
Everybody that remained said "Roger!" At the exact same time.
/
Flynn ran through the alleyways of King's Row, Britain, right now he was being chased by some cowboy and a short dwarf. He stopped, it was a dead end and the two were approaching.
"Alright, fuck it. You went to Hell before." The Space-Marine took out his rocket launcher and shot through the brick wall that was his dead end and running a mad dash through.
He was headed for the clock tower. He didn't know why he was headed there other than the fact that it looked nice and he wanted to see the insides.
Yeah, he knows. Hell has really fucked up his priorities.
Flynn continued his mad dash towards the clock tower, looking behind him as revolver bullets pinged on the floor beneath him, barely missing his feet. They were trying to incapacitate, not kill him! Sucks for them! He ran even faster. His Praetor suit displayed a minimap of where he was, Great Britain in fact through totally-not-illegal methods of using someone else's satellite. It wasn't illegal. At all.
He ran right through a chain-link fence and into the backdoor of a hotel, shattering lots of glass. He ran through the lobby of the hotel, going through all the tables, chairs, plates and trolleys in his escape from cowboy-man and dwarfy chasing him.
He was near the clock tower. That was good. He guessed. There was a chain link fence protecting the area surrounding the giant clock tower but that didn't matter, he still went right through it, making a large, man sized hole. He looked at the time. It was 11:59.
"It's high noon…" Came the voice from cowboy-man behind him. He checked the time again, it was 12:00. "Let me guess, you're gonna shoot that thing and land all your shots."
"Yeah." Cowboy-man let out six shots all directed towards him. All six bullets landed its target but some pinged against his armor and some dug a little closer but were unable to penetrate through.
"That is some hard armor." The cowboy stated, sounding half astonished and half shocked. Dwarfy was leaning on a turret that he built that wasn't shooting at Flynn right now.
He looked at the turret. "Does that thing even have bullets?"
"Yes." Came the reply from Dwarfy. "Sooo…what now?" Flynn asked.
"You ask me." Dwarfy answered. "Well…igottagosobye!" And Flynn went in his mad dash again. The turret locked onto him and shot at both his legs with enough force to knock him down. "I'm still moving!" Flynn stood back up and continued his escape.
The turret fired again and knocked him over. "I'm not giving up!" And he stood back up and ran again.
The turret fired again and knocked him over again. "Fuck! You!" And he stood back up again and ran once more.
Just like the last two times, the turret fired and knocked him over. Again. "Is this your way of torturing someone!?"
While he was on the floor, he flopped to his back not before perceiving a man on the roof. Aiming a bow and arrow on him. "And the fuckin' Jap up there can put the bow down!" The Japanese man pulled on the string even more, tightening his grip. "Okay that was racist I'm sorry."
He waited for a few seconds, still laying on the ground, having essentially given up. But just when he somehow motivated himself and stood back up, nine people were surrounding him.
Which included, very fast British girl, ninja cyborg, Angel wings, giant ape with armor, giant man with armor, eighteen-year-old girl with mech, robot monk, Asian woman that was from Antarctica and generic soldier number 76.
Eighteen-year-old girl with mech said sometime along the lines of "GG."
"Alright fine, if you want me that much." Flynn raised his hands. Holding them out to show that he has just given up. Again. Very fast British girl quickly teleported her way up to him and put him in handcuffs.
"Let's go."
Deciding that he needed to artificially extend the length of this chapter, it was time to piss someone off. "Last I heard apes were in zoos." The ape-man, suddenly TRIGGERED by this comment, became ultra-pissed and its eyes were red with some orange electricity crackling from said eyes.
Very fast British girl stood away from the enraged ape, leaving the Doom Slayer free.
And everybody knows...actually only one person knows what happens when you let the Doom Slayer free. Flynn broke free of the cuffs and mad a mad dash, jumping on the giant pink mech that was being piloted by the girl, using his Thrust Boots to get him up further. Upon landing, he jumped off again and continued making his mad dash.
The turret fired at him again but the adrenaline was rushing through his veins so he didn't really feel the bullets. An arrow bounced off of his armor.
"How hard is it to stop just one guy?" Tracer assumed a more exhausted pose.
/
A man was watching the news. It was live footage of a guy running past a circle of nine people with one of those nine people chasing him. The news anchor, deciding to be the world's most boring person ever was doing a commentary on the live footage. "He's running, he's running. He doesn't seem like stopping." The man on the television was approaching an oddly familiar building.
Before it dawned on him.
It was his house.
And seconds later, the man from the TV burst through the wall of his abode followed by a very pissed off looking ape.
The man looked at both holes in his house mouth agape, that was when another eleven people went up to the hole on the exterior.
"Sorry!" A British woman said before they all gave chase to the pissed off gorilla and crazy person.
/
Flynn continued running through walls with enough speed to shatter said walls and through other people's houses.
The giant ape was very, VERY pissed off at him. The red in his eyes gave the vibe of "I'M GOING TO FUCKING END YOU AND SEND YOU TO THE DEEPEST PITS OF HELL." Not that he went there before.
Flynn turned behind him and faced the pissed off monkey, "Yo chill man! It was just a prank bro! IT'S JUST A PRANK!" The ape, unfazed at his attempt to pacify it continued chasing him. "God dammit the phrase doesn't work anymore!" Flynn cursed to himself.
He broke through more walls, and more houses of other people before eleven people stood in front of him after he broke through the…thirteenth wall? He didn't know. He didn't count.
He stopped, his brain finally kicked in for once and knew that he was dead meat if he tried anything. With all the weight on-
The ape was on him. Flynn Taggart being the psycho he is, sometimes had extremely long reaction times and sometimes stood stock still while something bad was happening to him, it was like he was stuck in time.
The Space Marine went to the floor and was expecting his brains to be blown out by a HULK SMASH! ™ from the ape. But he didn't feel it. "It's just a prank…?" He squeezed out through crushed lungs. Maybe it did work! He mused to himself.
Then it went silent. The only sounds were handcuffs clinking onto his hands and the sounds of the ape getting off of him.
"Ahh fine…." The Doom Slayer, knowing that it would just be wasted effort to try and break out.
/
When they got back to their field base a dropship came down in front of it and everybody went inside. Including the crazy Space Marine who was now even more tied up with rope and a plush toy in between his arms as to make him a bit comfier. Mercy's idea of course.
Tracer walked up to Flynn, "Why are you killin' Talon people, love?" She asked, the Marine shrugged. "I just want to." Lena wasn't buying his explanation, "Why do you want to?" Again, Flynn shrugged, "It's fun."
That was when Mercy decided to jump in, "Killing is fun for you?" She asked curiously, again, the Marine shrugged. "It just feels right."
"Why is it fun?" The combat medic asked, "I dunno."
"So out of nowhere you just wanted to kill things?" D. Va joined in, leaning her head back on the chair. The Space Marine faced her with an expressionless stare under his expressionless mask. "Pretty much."
"Where do you come from?" Mercy asked.
"Mars."
"What?" She looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"Last I remember; I was on Mars." Flynn shrugged. "With all those guns?" Mercy pressed on.
"I was fighting off demons on Mars."
Mercy decided to take the bait, "Where do these demons come from?"
"Hell." Everybody, even Lucio, who was always busy with his music, faced him. "What?" Everybody said in unison except for Flynn.
"I went to Hell." The Marine looked at them impassively, "And back, then in again, then back, rinse and repeat." The damn guy didn't even seem remotely traumatized at what he was saying!
Everybody blinked in unison, before Soldier: 76 leaned forward to him. "That, is the biggest load of bullshit I have ever heard of or smelled in my life."
"Don't believe me? Take off my helmet." Mercy went ahead and took off the helmet. "There should be a storage device on the back of it." She spun the helmet around, taking in all the intricate features. She looked on the back of the helmet and saw a small memory card lodged in between a crack. She pushed it in with her nail which in turn ejected the memory card.
"Put that in a computer or something." The Marine said, speaking of Marine, Flynn Taggart was an offensively handsome person, well for somebody that liked murdering things at least. According to Tracer at least. Brown hair that was cut to the back of his head while the hair became a bit long on the top of the forehead with grizzled features that clearly contradicted the joyful behavior.
"D. Va, is it okay if I use your tablet?" Mercy asked. D. Va stood up, dug in her small bag and took out a small tablet and handed it to Mercy.
The Angelic medic inserted the memory card into the respective slot in the tablet. Said tablet recognized it and asked "PLAY VIDEO?" While two prompts appeared, "Y" or "N". Mercy, knowing that Y means Yes and N means No she pressed the Y prompt.
A video appeared, everybody in the dropship huddled up to the tablet to get a glimpse of the screen.
Then the video played. It showed a man putting on the helmet and looking down at the battle gear.
Then it was insanity, everyone watched with different reactions, some were disgusted, some were intrigued while some thought it was cool plus the people like Winston and Reinhardt who couldn't stand it anymore and went off to go puke somewhere.
The video was only ten minutes long and ten minutes was enough for everyone to see that this man, Flynn Taggart was indeed not bullshitting them. Practically the only thing everyone could remember was shotgun blasts and the squelching sound of demons practically exploding from the shotgun blasts.
The video ended. Another prompt appeared, "PLAY PART 2 OF 45?" With two prompts, "Y" and "N". D. Va took the tablet from Mercy's hands, "I'm watching this for my late-night binge."
"Have fun with it, although the ending is kind of bullshit. Which is also how I came here so I wouldn't expect a gamer to only know." The Doom Slayer said. "Alright fiiine. I'll watch with Hana." Tracer arched her head back tiredly.
The dropship landed. "Arriving at Watchpoint Gibraltar."
This is probably a mini-series. Mostly for shits and giggles.
