Random Overwatch Writing Idea.

Talking ⭐️ Stars

I like looking at the stars.

It ain’t a unique hobby but to me it’s a very special kinda hobby.

When I was younger I grew up in a city. The street lights were my stars and as a kid the sirens of police cars or an ambulance sirens would lul me to sleep...they still do sometimes!

I was a independent child. Two hardworking parents who never had that much time for me. Still they loved me...I think.

One time my mom came into my room one night and hugged me until I fell asleep, around that time it was when my parents marriage had some cracks and they wanted to fill them.

She hugged me, she told me how much she loved me...and that she was sorry. I was 14 when she did that. She said sorry that she was around, like she was around but not you know AROUND.

She says that she regrets not spending that much time with me when I was younger. Instead having our service dog do all that. I had a service dog as a kid...why? Eh, I don’t really like talking about it.

But when I was a tween and a teen it was hard to get out of bed...hard to eat, hard to take care of myself. I wanted to disappear. A couple of times I almost did.

But Pico helped me. He was a very polite doggo. He always wanted cuddles and always wanted to help me out....especially after a anxiety attack.

I’m still recovering. I’m still trying to believe my mothers words, that I matter and that I’m loved by her and my dad.

My dad..He died when I was 18 years old. It was a car accident. It was before my birthday and he said that he wanted to make up for not being there for me when I was a kid and says that not that I’m a adult that we should try rekindle our Father/Child relationship.

He was gonna give me a surprise gift...he wanted to take me to Japan. He and Mom soMeHOw knew I loved anime and always wanted to move to Japan. He was gonna take me there.

Before he died.

It was hard. My entire life has been pretty hard.

Coming out as non-binary to my parents made it less hard. They knew I was not their son nor daughter, I was their child. They loved me for who I am.

My friends didn’t have a positive reaction. Still addressing me as “Corbin” then “Jay”. I had it and just cut them off. I realized on how toxic they became. They all gossiped and just said terrible things I dare not repeat.

But now...I’m passed that. I’m Jay Garcia. I’m 23 years old and I’m a artist who loves anime and painting. I love the stars.

Someday...I’m going to be there.

To think…a man so cruel, so cunning…so pathetic. All he wanted was a family.

I think about Fontaine’s fake family more than I should

“KEVIN!”

“What is it, Walter?”

“You up to pranking Jeff today?!”

“I don’t know, Walt. He seemed genuinely upset when you had me in a chokehold-“

“Awwwwwww, come on evil bibble!”

“Ew, never call me that again, Walter.”

“WAIT! YOU GAVE ME AN IDEA-“

“I swear if your gonna mention something as stupid as “death ray” or “taking over the world” AGAIN imma cry-“

“NO. BETTER.”

“OKAY...what is it-“

“HOW BOUT WE FAKE MY DEATH?!”

“....sure”

“GREAT! EVIL TWIN HIGH FIVE!”

“Evil twin high five-“

It was then that Sunblast (Walter) was freaking blown out of existence of existing by no other then PitchBlue (Kevin).

Jeff literally had to travel to all 7 realities, become a badass, get traumatized to find his dear brother...only to get FLIPPING fOOLED-

You’re the town’s superhero. Your greatest enemy is the town’s supervillian. However, secretly, your both brothers. This isn’t anything tragic, as your whole destructive rivalry is actually just a massive prank on your third brother, the mayor.

The Knight loomed over the kingdom it watched over. Wishing to be apart of that world again. To be just that as their namesake…a Knight.

Dedicated to protecting the people of this realm, of this kingdom of green and white. How the trees give shade to the people, how the white ivory roads could be seen when the Knight tilted their head just right, where the run shined on the surface. Up above in this lonely castle, all the Knight could ever do was watch. And wait…wait, then wait some more…until time ran out of sand.

The Knight hated just being in the castle, the castle was fine on its own, a beautiful, big structure which dares almost touch the heavens if they dare exist, it’s a beautiful home…just not their home. Their world, not something they were made for, not something they ever wanted. They wanted to be down and there and protect, to be connected to the nature and to its people. Yet here the Knight was. Looming, like a guard dog.

The more they watched the people the less alone the Knight felt. No one else was here but them. No maids or staff, no butlers or ladies in waiting, not even another guard or even royalty…the Knight was all alone in the abandoned spire that reached to the clouds above. All alone. Protecting what? They sighed as they moved from the balcony to the throne room. Protecting their friends last wish.

“I know this is too much to ask of you, please protect the castle…protect it until I return. I can’t explain it all my dear Knight. Just please. I beg of you, protect it with all your might and will.”

Damn them and their loyalty as the Knight would’ve been gone long ago without it, they’re bored out of their mind and sad at being away from what they love so much, which was life itself. Yet, they know that protecting this place would protect what they truly love. Though this friend was quite a handful, they spoke no lies before.

Yet as the Knight waited. The Knight felt more alone, yet also comfortable here, but there was always a want, a need to go home.

“Just a bit longer.” The Knight said, waiting and waiting as they sat at the stairs leading up to the ivory throne. Waiting, waiting…waiting.

“So I know how this looks but hear me out I- wait wtf…WTF-“

Me: holding my neon blue wolf suit.

“Okay….so….I know how this looks bUT HEAR ME OUT-“

You’re secretly a werewolf, with so much control over your were-form you’re basically just yourself. You’ve grown so close to your roommate that you decide it’s safe to transform in front of them. You expect shock, horror. Instead, they whip out a fursuit.

Used only for carpentry.

I found out Wally Wackford exists and I’m just gonna say he’s my comfort character now and he’s gonna be in my safe corner with Wally Darling & Luigi now excuse me, imma try find more content of my boy.

If you haven’t please read. Spread the word, I personally don’t want kids to be outed when their not ready or they don’t know for sure who they are, this is NOT okay for so many other reasons and this needs to stop.

The 70 year old man is not surprised by the reactions but rather amused.

As he took a seat at the most sacred table of assassins he looked not at the other lesser assassins but only looked straight at the head mancho himself, Brutus Kong.

Brutus Kong was a big burly man who wore a black fukumen. The only thing visible were his eyes, which were abnormal compared to anyone else eyes to say the least. When the old man looked straight into Brutus Kongs eyes mostly everyone assumed Brutus would tell him to buzz off.

But the ones that truly knew him knew what he was about to do. Brutus then stood up and walked towards the man, their eyes never faltering from one another’s gaze then when the mighty assassin was in front of the old man he only bowed his head and said words no one expected...

“Welcome Sensei, I’m glad you could make it here...shall we begin?”

Everyone’s gazed turned back to the old man who only smiled at Brutus and spoke lightly towards all.

“We shall, let us begin why we are all here today...”

He then all of sudden jumped onto the sacred table pulling out a blade of amber.

“Let us see who will see the gods today”

In all but what seemed to be one measly second all of the assassins were down on the ground. Dead.

Only leaving three alive. Brutus. The old man and most importantly...the chosen one.

Once a year, the best assassins meet in a secret location. Showing their best kills, everyone is surprised when they see a 70 year old man walk in.

✨OLD TECHNOLOGICAL GROWTH✨

Like I mean if you think about, someone was able to make a WORKING CLOCK ON YOUR WRIST!

Now we not only have a working clock but aLSO A LITERAL PHONE ON OUR WRIST!

Come on people! Our technology is cool in ALL LEVELS AND IN ALL THE TIMES!!

Kids in the future will probably be impressed that some watches don’t need to be charged.