The beginning

Ever wonder how did the game Overwatch come to be? When it was first announced in 2014, it took the world by storm as the latest blizzard creation. Trailers upon trailers, dished out to die-hard fans whom craving for more, never ending their lust for it, wanting to play the game. It wasn't until in the mid-2016, the beta was launched. The biggest launch that blizzard had ever pulled off, having millions of players, playing the game. One such individual was lucky or unlucky depends on how u, the readers look at it, played the game. To which, he was suddenly absorbed in too it. This is his story and how Overwatch became under him.

John Allster should have seen this coming, or so he thought. The man in question, survey his surrounding as he try to put the pieces of thought together.

'Ok… let's take back a step.' He thought.

'Alright, I remember coming back home from my graduation party. Given the fact I'm still wearing my suit.' He thought as he observes himself. Sporting a dark blue suit with a light grey tie to complement it.

'K… what else… names John Allster check, 22 years old… Chinese… and British… finished Law degree… still doesn't explain how or where the bloody hell am I.'

John walked on as he continues to observe his surroundings till he stumbles across two oddly looking familiar children, he approaches to them.

"S'cuse me you two, tell me… where I am?" he asked

The two children looked to each other with a dumb founded expression clearly expressed on their face as if someone asked the dumbest question.

"Oh my god… like you don't know where you are?!" exclaimed the youngest one

"You are in Overwatch museum! The best place in the whole world! No! No! The entire Galaxy!" he shouted with enthusiasm as he stretches his arms, trying to prove his point.

John stared blankly at the young child, it was then he knew, he wasn't in his own dimension any more.

'Jesus Christ all that is mighty! What is this?! Some bloody cheap fanfiction?' he thought as he tried to suppress them from coming out of his mouth.

"I'm very sorry for my brother's manners mister. He is always so excited when there is something about Overwatch." Said the older child, breaking John's trance state.

John turned to face him as he tried to keep a straight look despite the initial shock.

"It's quite alright chap. It's always nice to see such an energetic child, kinda reminded me when I was young." He said while smiling.

"Say… I don't suppose you could give me a tour around the place given the obvious fact I don't know very much."

"DO I?!" exclaim the young child

"Follow me!" he said as ran down the hall.

"Thanks kid!" Shouted John in hoping the young child was able to hear him.

The older child turned to John.

"Mister, you-"

"Allster, John Allster. I'm not old yet." John said.

"Right, sorry. So Mr. Allster you're not from around here are you?"

John turns his head towards the younger child whom went off in the distance explaining all the artifacts that were on display.

"Yea… it appears so." He answered grimly.

As the tour that was given by the younger child went on, John couldn't help but wonder how to return to his dimension. It was not until they finished watching the video hologram that broke his chain of thought.

'Shiet! This is the part where the fight for the gauntlet is gonna happen.' He thought.

Without hesitation Allster quickly interrupt the two children conversation.

"Say, thanks fer tha tour but don't ya think you lot should be going back to your Parents?"

The two children nodded in agreement. As the three were about to make way to the entrance, all of a sudden, gunfire deafen the quiet museum, causing John to push him and the two children down to on the ground.

"QUICKLY RUN TO COVER!" He shouted.

The three got up quickly and hid behind one of the displays. John turns towards the older child.

"Look afterward after your brother and keep your heads down!" he shouted and ran off to the retrieve the gauntlet.

As he ran towards it, the fighting scene unfolds around him, from Winston taking shots from the Reaper to Widowmarker trying to shoot tracer. It was then Windowmaker took notice of him and started shooting him as he made his way.

"BLOODY HELL! WHY THA FUCK IS THAT FRENCHIE SHOOTING AT ME!?" He shouted to no one in particular as each bullet narrowly misses his head. As lady luck would have it, one of the bullets made contact with the casing containing the gauntlet, shattering the glass. Taking this opportunity, John in quick succession dive over the display, grabbing the gauntlet and roll behind one of the displays while being under fire.

"FUCKING WANKER! THIS AIN'T MY BLODDY DAY! I'M JUSTA BLOODY CIVI U FUCKA FRENCHIE TOSSER!" he yelled.

Tracer tried to get up close to Widowmaker to divert the attention with the help of her crono accelerator but as she activated it, the accelerator signaling her, indicating there is a need for a charge up. Widowmarker quickly switches target and started shooting her with repeated rounds. Tracer acrobatically somersaults till she was behind cover where John was located. Tracer turns her head towards him to see if he is alright. As she does, she met his eyes and starting gazing at it. John quickly notices the situation that he was in but allowed her to stare at him.

'Hmm… guess I'm her type huh?' he thought

John moves his face closer to her till their lips were only mere millimeters and him being able to feel tracer's breathing as she inhale and exhale.

"Erm… I do believe this is the part where u say cheers love, the cavalry's here?" he whispered.

This causes Tracer to quickly stumble a bit but managed to regain composure though blushing furiously like a beetroot.

"Hehe… erm… I'm erm… hehe erm… c-c-cheers luv the calves here?" she replied

John laughed at her reply since it was not the funny, happy, go lucky and adventuress Tracer that blizzard created but rather was a love struck woman.

"Ya know, ignore da fact that our cover is getting blown off by a mad Frenchie and seconds away from death. I'll say that ya hav the strangest way of asking a man out on a date." He said while smiling at her.

"Oh you kno- wait I wasn't- I'm not about to-…" She stammered, trying to compose a proper sentence while blushing furiously.

"Just kidding Luv." He said while continue smiling at her

"but yus, I'll be happy to go out with you luv, if you can get me out of here in one piece of course."

It was at that moment a loud thud could be heard, causing John to look over whatever cover that was left from widow's bullet storm. As he peeked, he saw Winston on the ground.

"Also assuming your monkey friend get up that is." He comment

Tracer took a peek.

"Come on big guy, get up." She whispered

Just then, reaper walked towards Winston and aimed his guns at him, planning to execute him with the final shot. John quickly grabs one of Tracer's pulse pistols and jumped out of cover, aimed towards Reaper and started shooting at him with deadly inaccuracy. Resulting in spending the entire clip of tracer's pistol and leaving Reaper, unharmed.

"Any last words? Before you die with the monkey." He asked

"That's far enough Reaper, your rein of death ends here and now." John answered without a hint of fear in his voice while still walking towards him

"Planning to play hero of the day?"

"Nope. Just doing what a good person should do, Reaper. Or should I say Gabriel Reyes?" John reply with a smirk on his face hoping Reaper gets the hint.

"How? No one knows who I am under this mask." Reaper said as he shocked by this revelation

"Course chap." John reply as he reached in front of Reaper, pushes his gun down and looked up at him due to a height difference

"It is my duty to know these things… NOW TRACER!"

On cue, Tracer zipped in front of Reaper and planted her sticky bomb on him.

"Bombs Away!" She said with the usual cockney accent as she picked up John in a Bridal style fashion and zoomed off.

The bomb timer reached zero and went off on Reaper causing massive damage and made him stumble. Widowmaker realize the situation was happening as she watched the entire scene unfolded in front of her. She grabbed Reaper around the waist and shot her grabbling hook, exiting the museum through the roof while both John and Tracer watched.

"A victory! When will the enemies of Overwatch learn I wonder?!" John exclaimed while still in Tracers' arms. He then looked at Tracer and smiled at her.

"And of course my hero." He said, giving her a peck on the cheeks

"No luv, you're the real hero. Neva seen anyone was that brave and trying to protect Winston." She said, then her eyes widen.

*gasp* "WINSTON!" She shouted and dashed towards her fallen friend, dropping John with a loud thud when he hit the floor.

'My back.' John thought as he watched Tracer shaking the big guy, eventually waking up from his unconsciousness and slowly picked up his glasses.

"Im fine, though I could say I have seen better days…" Winston said as he readjusts his glasses

"Ya should be careful, especially with those glasses. After all it belongs to your caretaker if I remember correctly." John said as he walked towards them

"Who are you?" Winston asked

"I am known by many titles, Lawyer in the making, cheeky monkey, kid but you can call me John." He replied as he extended his arm for a handshake

"Erm… thanks." Winston answered while shaking John's hand though mostly just his finger due to the size difference.

"YOU SHOULD SEEN HIM WINSTON!" Exclaimed Tracer "He was all super hero 80's movie! Jumping out of cover, shooting at Reaper while walking! Though you could try aiming next time luv."

"In my defense, that was the first time I held a gun. Plus Hong Kong is pretty safe." John replied "I must say, I just realize you're a lot taller than me, seems I just reach to your shoulders luv." As he compare his height to Tracer's.

"In any case, you have my thanks citizen. Come Lena, we got to go before the local authorities arrive." Winston said

"Actually, could you take me with you?" John asked

"Why? Our job is too dangerous for a civilian like yourself, even though you did face off one of the most dangerous terrorist." Winston said

"Which remind me to neva do that again, almost piss me pants off doing that."

Tracer chuckled at the comment.

John Sighed "If u must know, I ran away from home… well more of ran out of the country since me parents would eventually find me back in Hong Kong."

'Not like I can tell you that I'm from a different dimension and you lot exist in a game.' He thought

"Why did you ran away?" Winston asked suspiciously

"Cause I wanna see the world. Not get cocked up in some office dealing with clients fighting over trivial stuff… well not yet anyways."

Just as John finished explaining, sirens could be heard just outside of the museum

"Just take me with ya, I'll do anything that's not involving getting me killed, logistics, cleaning, filing, anything!"

Winston quickly thought and agreed. "Alright, quickly you two hope on my back!"

Without hesitation, both Tracer and John hoped on to Winston's back.

"You two ready?" He asked

"Wait! Almost forgot something important!" John exclaimed. He then uses his left hand and hold tracer's right hand causing Tracer to slightly blush.

"Ok! Jump!"

With that, Winston leaped up high through the roof and the trio went off, running from the authorities, leaving the two children behind, which John believes that the youngest one was the happiest to see Tracer in action.

The traveling distance was rather short as they arrived to Watchpoint: Gibraltar, Overwatch old abandon outpost which is now Winston's lab. Winston stopped in front of the cave dropping Tracer and John off, which the later gladly accept it.

"PRAISE THE GROUND!" John exclaimed "Oh how much I miss you."

"Hehe… Cheer up luv you'll get used to it." Said the happy Tracer "I wonder if I have left anything in my locker here?"

The trio went inside the cave, which amaze John by the sheer size on the inside, with lots hardware and tech around it.

"Sorry about the mess, I wasn't expecting visitors." Winston said as he tried to hide his embarrassment

"Don't worry about it, mess will the least of our worries." John said "So it's just you and Tracer here?"

"And Athena." Winston added

"Who?" John asked

It was then Athena answers his question. "Hello there, I am Athena. Winston's A. I. I have been monitoring your presence ever since you have arrived and checked your biography, which stated you have no military experience."

"Judging by the situation I'm in…" said John as he looked around "I guess you could say I'm tha new logistics officer."

"Ohoh! What else does it say?" Tracer asked who seemed to be more interested in John personal life.

'Yeeessss… what else does it say…' John thought as he didn't realize he even had a Bio in this dimension

"John Allster is 22 years old; his ethnicity is of mix, being part Chinese and British, Graduated in Oxford University with a Bachelor of Law Degree." Athena Replied "Oh and your parents are aware of your absence and decided not to pursue you stating it as your vacation for a year due to graduating."

"Bollocks." John said

"And your mom asked you to wear warm clothes if you're going to cold countries and your dad asked you to find a decent girlfriend."

"Meh, it's a typical thing among dads I guess, probably I'll do the same." John Said

"Wow, you're four year younger than me? Blimey, You're quite the stud aren't ya?" Tracer said

"Only to the most beautiful woman in the world luv." Which John pointed at Tracer as she blushed at the statement.

"Anyways, so it's just the two of you?" John asked

"Yes, even though I signal the recall to all of the previous Overwatch members, only Tracer answered the call." Winston said grimly.

"I see… what about funds? Who supplied and financed you guys?"

"It was the world governments that did till the Petras Act came into effect in 2042." Winston replied

"Cheer up Winston, I'm sure we will find a way and we will be back on our feet." Tracer said as she tried to comfort her friend.

'Hmmm… guess it's not like the bloody game after all… wait! So far this dimension has been swinging in my favor.' John thought as he's watching Tracer patting Winston's shoulder.

'No… I don't think it will work since it's a different game… but no harm in trying since I'm stuck here… probably forever…'

"Winston… do you have a secure channel room I can use without the fear of being listen?"

"Yes, it's just down the hall why?" Winston asked

"I think I just solve our supply and financial problem and no I'm not calling my parents since I'm very sure they can't finance an army" John said as he began walking

"And if it doesn't work luv?" Tracer asked with a worried expression on her face.

"Then prepare to become the world's deadliest hobos!" John answered back, causing the two too laugh.

John arrived to the secure channel room and closed the door behind him. He observe his surroundings to which he thought it was a relatively simple room with only a desk, chair and what appears to be a touch screen holographic monitor. He then notice a small camera on the top side corner of the room, concluding Athena is observing him.

"Athena I know you're watching me, if this works… nothing must get out of this room and you must not tell Winston about this." John said as he proceeds typing on the monitor.

"I'm afraid I cannot comply with that, as you might be a sleeper agent for Talon." Athena answered back

"Then how about this, you can tell Winston when you deem when it is necessary but not now."

"That… could be arranged… by the way the number you're trying to dial will not work since it has more than eight numbers, excluding the postal code." Athena said

'Then I shall be praying to every religion right now for this damnable telephone number to work.' John thought as he finished typing and press dial. The screen popped up the infamous now-dialing screen which John is finger crossing and sweating very hard. Then the screen changes, if Athena was human or had emotions, it is most likely she will be shocked with her jaws dropping to the ground. The screen shows the transmitting indicator then changes again, showing the receiver who is in a very dim-lilted room, only being able to see the silhouette of him.

'Holy fucking hell that is all holy I can't believe it… it's him… it's really him… even in this dimension he also exist.' John thought

The silhouette person began to speak.

"Hello commander, the council you once knew is no more. Its membership have all sworn loyalty to the Petra Act… with one exception… it is good to see you again."

"Good to see you too council." John said

"In the days before you graduated, I have done all I can to aid the remaining Overwatch forces from the inside. It was these operations that provided the Intel leading to your… recent extraction. As of now, Overwatch forces are currently somewhat disorganized. If we are to defeat Talon and their masters, you must change this before it is too late." Then another screen popped up. "What you are seeing, are classified reports on Talon's hit locations from across the world, their numbers are growing. We suspect they are taking orders from a black site, though its exact location remains unknown. Time is short commander. We need you to take charge of Overwatch operations throughout the world, financial aid will be provided and reestablish contact with previous Overwatch members, bring them into the fold, find this black site and shut it down. Save our world, the clock is ticketing, good luck commander."

With that, the call ended, leaving only an image showing the location of an old Overwatch member to contact once more, Reinhardt Wilhelm.