Hanamura was peaceful in the morning. Butterflies flittered around, landing daintily on a plant and sucking the life force from the flowers before once again taking flight with a high pitched cry of "YEET" Leaving a mere shell to crumble to dust.

Torbjorn Lindholm (Last name nothing to do with the chocolate company) was strolling through the courtyard of Hanamura's second point. He felt rather at peace in the soft breeze and memeing bugs despite knowing soon he would fight once more against the evil Reaper.

The man was literally immortal and as such, anyone who went up against him was rewarded heavily, both for their guts and for 'attempting to conquer the inevitable'. Said rewards usually consisted of money and loot boxes which gave rather mediocre prizes, he had gotten no less then 5 'Cute' Symmetra sprays. The fact that the spray was Symmetra's enlarged head with a distasteful frown upon it rather devalued the 'cuteness' of the spray in his opinion.

"Hello scrap man."

Speak of the devil…

Turning around, he did his best to smile politely with his rather flabby facial features at Symmetra, who was perched upon one of her fancy ass hard-light stools, legs crossed and hands held neatly in her lap. Oh, and that really smarmy 'I'm better then y'all so don't even bother' look upon her face. The stool was seated under the relative shade of a nearby blossom tree, the ones that anime characters stand under and get showered in those pink blossoms that add 'emotion' to the scene. How they never get them in their dinner plate sized eyes was still a mystery to the Engineer.

Turning fully to face the slightly bitchy woman, Torbjorn huffed, he did not need another lecture on how he should give all his assets to Vishkar, when he knew at least one of the members in the India based business had been affiliating with Talon, the group that the meany Reaper came from.

"For the last time Symmetra, I'm not giving you my blueprints, so go nose around in Lumerico." He sneered at her, The clandestine woman however showed no change in his dismissal and merely examined her painted nails as she spoke.

"I am not here to tell you how to live your life better-even though I know how. I am here to give you the opportunity of a lifetime."

"You said that about selling my assets-you Vishkar staff have some pretty low standards if THAT is what-"

Symmetra sighed in exasperation, cutting him off.

"Would you like to go to a different world?"

A silence dropped over the area, only the occasional small 'Yeet' breaking it.

Torbjorn stared blankly, squinting as he tried to figure out exactly what she meant. Did she really mean…

"When you say 'A different world.' What exactly do you have in mind?" He slowly asked her.

Symmetra sighed, merely creating an translucent prism, throwing and catching it repeatedly as if the conversation was boring her. After several catches she turned to face the curious dwarf.

"I am talking about the concept of parallel worlds, bending space to move ones self to a totally different universe, one that mirrors our own but with subtle differences, perhaps the sky is green there? Ducks can sing? You are not a total twa-I mean you are not a total failure?"

"How's was the correction any nicer?"

The Indian shrugged.

"Do you want to go or not?" She asked, resuming her game of catch with the prism.

Torbjorn stepped closer.

"Are you telling me you actually have the technology available?" He asked, a hint of anticipation leaking into his gravelly voice.

Another shrug.

"Pherhaps." she smirked at him, tilting her head up to look down her nose at him even more then usual.

Torbjorn growled.

"Don't mess me around you corporate shill! I could still write to Vishkar and tell them how there representative is the equivalent of 2010 Indian tech support!" He barked, the adjective making Symmetra visibly balk and shattering the prism by accident. Letting out a breath, the Support took a second to collect herself before standing, dismissing the seat with a wave of her hand. Taking a couple of steps towards the Swede, she clasped her hands in front of her.

"I can create the portal right here, we have a few hours until the next battle and everyone knows Reaper is too busy brooding to try a sneak attack until the actual match. If you wish to go, I shall create a path to a world I am rather familiar with."

Despite trying to placate the Dwarf, this just made him madder.

"Familiar!? How long has Vishkar had this damn technology!?" He snarled, throwing hand and claw into the air.

Tilting her head, Symmetra squinted as she tried to recall.

"About…a year?"

"A YEAR-" The dwarf cut himself off, dragging a hand over his face lest he go full molten core and turn the annoying cow into cinders.

Sighing, he motioned at the ground.

"Just…create the teleporter, I need some time away from this world, a place where there are no annoying Companies fighting endless, pointless wars for a quick buck."

Sliding her eyes side to side, the Indian let out a sly smirk the other Engineer could not see.

"Of course."

With the final word, the female reared back, her hands circling wildly yet gracefully, she bent and swung as a pillar of hard light gathered on front of her, stretching and morphing with each flick of the wrist. Finally, Symmetra flung her hands back as the glow of hard-light solidified into a gleaming white teleporter, the base opening like a flower blooming, and the oval entrance turning a solid glowing cyan.

"The path is open."

For a second, all Torbjorn could do was stare at the glowing entrance, it seemed to beckon him with that smooth colour and low hum.

"Of course-" Symmetra suddenly spoke, startling him.

"I do have some safety measures I would like you to execute should the situation arise."

Turning back to her, the dwarf nodded, fair enough.

"I would like to ensure you can be extracted at a moments notice, as such I have an emergency teleport bracelet, that is basically Sombra's translocator simplified. It will revert you to atoms and pull the mass back through the teleporter. Should you encounter a fatality the bracelet will restore you're atomic mass to what it was before you died, brings you back safe and sound!" The Support finished with a bright smile.

Torbjorn blinked.

"You expect danger? I thought you were familiar with this world?"

Symmetra shrugged.

"It is more in case of incompetence then any actual danger. Oh! there is also booster for a closed comms signal, should you need someone to hold your hand while you walk through the big scary new world."

Torbjorn rolled his eyes.

"Just give me the damn bracelet."

Bracelet equipped, Torb stood in front of the glowing Oval, a slight sensation of unease rolling around his insides. It wasn't death that worried him, he had died hundreds of times but Mercy had always been there to resurrect him. It was fear of the unknown. He had no idea what lay through this gateway. It was a brand new exp-

"Oops"

Symmetra's response to her 'mistake' was the last word he heard as he entered the teleporter.

Unfortunately for him, her 'mistake' involved her 'accidentally' kicking him hard enough that he lifted off the ground and flew several feet into the teleporter.

As cyan surrounded him he couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Bitch.