Home, 12:45 A.M.
I was finishing up the last round for the night after winning the final game of Control. The play of the game was a Tracer who got a quad-kill. I turned off my system and went to bed.
Morning, unknown time and place
I felt heavy and restricted, as I woke up. I stopped trying to move as I couldn't feel what was restricting me, not the texture or the softness/roughness. I then read [Running diagnostics] that popped in front of me, like a screen. Them more texts came up.
{Weapon systems (Scouting): Operational
Weapon systems (Turret): Operational
Weapon systems (Tank): Operational
Sensors systems (motion): Operational
Sensors systems (Audio & Visual): Operational
Repair Programs: Located
Combat programs: Located
Basic programing: ERROR! File/s corrupted/deleted}
[Activating Sensors systems (Audio & Visual) and Sensors systems (motion), Combat programs subroutines running]
I then became able to see, after 10 minutes, a beautiful green forest. I looked down to see my see myself, but I saw a familiar mechanical body that was buried. I broke free from my shallow grave and confirmed my fear/excitement. I was Bastion from Overwatch! If I had to choose who to be, it would be Hanzo, McCree, Reaper, or maybe Soldier 76. I shook my head and moved.
'I hope I'm not in Overwatch' I thought as I walked around and guess that due to being a robot I'm not going hysterical now. Then I noticed that my motion tracker, that was on the upper left of my vision, was picking up a group headed my way, which showed as yellow dots.
My gun instantly reloaded, as the dots came closer, and showed the ammo counter showing 20/20 on the lower right of my vision.
Five people were running to me like bats out of hell. "Hey look it's one of those combat robots right," I heard one of them ask as I turned to the one that spoke. She was young, maybe 5 or 9, lightly tanned and wore a knee long shorts with a brown shirt that was a bit too big for her. "Hey! It turned to me, it works," she continued and ran to me as the others called out for her to stop. When she stopped in front of me she was 3 feet shorter than me.
My mechanical voice box then beeped in a way that sounded like if I asked a question to her. I was actually happy that she wasn't scared; which assured me that I wasn't in Overwatch universe, or whatever you want to call it.
"You got to help us! There are monsters coming," she said as I had a small flashback of my niece when she was scared.
I let out some beeps that seemed like I said 'yes'. 4 wolf-like creatures and 2 bear-like creatures popped out from behind them. They were marked as red in the tracker when I told the girl yes. I fired on the bears as they could be a hassle if they got close. Each bear took half a clip as I fired at their center of mass. A wolf had gotten to close and I smashed my gun hand on its face, which caved it in. After reloading, I shot the closest wolf and it fell to the floor as it was too close to do anything [15/20]. One of the other two snuck to my left and swiped my chest with its claw. I smashed the barrel of the gun hand on it and fired twice. The last wolf attacked from my right and held on to my gun hand as he treated my head like a chew toy. I then switched to [Turret mode] and fired on it.
My health popped up on the lower left side of my view, showing I lost half of my total health. I switched back to [Scout Mode] and started to repair myself. The group of five jumped as the yellow caution sign popped up around my torso.
"Can we keep him, daddy," the little girl asked a normal 30-ish looking man that wore jeans and a lumberjack shirt who turned to a woman that looked like an older version of the little girl. The lady looked skeptical of me and surged her shoulders.
"We can't, lily. It's a robot made for fighting," he said as he looked at the girl who looked sad. "But we can get it to protect our town, and you can see it any day," He added to avoid her to cry.
Lily then ran to me and grabbed my left hand and tried to pull me as the group left for their town.