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The Omnic shook snow from atop his head, fog now clouding his vision in every direction. Had they found themselves caught in a blizzard? And how far had they been separated from one another that no one else had been visible? The shadowy peaks in the distance clearly were projecting their presence larger than in reality, but everything in Ramattra’s haze felt off-center in his circuitry. 

Clamboring to his three appendages, Ramattra placed his hand on his temple- trying his best to make out anything within sight. Impossible. The snow obscured so much of his vision that he could only see as far as the red lights from his eyes beamed outwards, the only reliable source of light. With a sigh, the Omnic refused to stay stagnant in such a perilous position, and began marching forward.

He dare not call out for any of his allies- the storm was sure to cover over any of his words and the risk of avalanche was impossible to gauge. Even Kashmir remained tucked neatly within its pokeball, the Omnic dare not lose one of his only allies left…

But as he continued, the scenery began to form in front of him- the crest of a mountain slowly revealing itself from obscurity… was this truly the peak of the mountain? No. If this was the top, he would be along with his allies, ready to face whatever threat they met, this was too simple of a resolution… had Ramattra’s mind been manipulated? This all feels too natural, but yet, he knew his calling lie here, atop the mountains for an investigation.

Then there were… [url=https://i.imgur.com/Twyw9Zv.jpeg] familiar buildings…[/url] they made up the entirety of his view- save for the odd shade casted below by the mountainous terrain around, sights of the ground distorting into blank space and nothingness. Looking over the edge, Ramattra was more than sure that tumbling over would mean his doom. King’s Row felt… so real, yet, everything felt like a dream. 

With a blank expression the Omnic turned to examine whatever visible rooftops were in the area, hoping to find guidance in his disorientation. Climbing over piles of mountain-made rubble and across board-planked catwalks over neighboring buildings, Ramattra began to make something out in the mist- [url=https://imgur.com/a/dCZBLWz]an impossibly large clock tower[/url] suspended menacingly over the residing abyss below. Had the clock tower always been so tall, or had Ramattra simply not visited this area in quite some time? What was so important about this place again?

Ramattra decided it best to investigate the tower- inspect what had made it so peculiar in his mind, and see if anything stood out. The abyss below shifted indefinitely, intangible shapes slowly coming into form, as the scenery behind him dispersed to fog. He didn’t even acknowledge the fading mountain scape behind him as he mindlessly climbed up ladder rungs, and used his monk-like flexibility to navigate harder leaps as he scaled the tower’s interior.

Much of the cataclysm that caused the tower to fall apart seemed to be the result of neglect, though obvious holes in its infrastructure struck the Omnic curious. With a thorough blink, he continued climbing up the tower against his internal dialogue’s opinion. It was oddly vacant- only the sounds of odd birds and distant meowing drew his dazed attention… meowing… why did that feel so familiar as well?

The higher he climbed, the louder the sound resonated within the tower’s chambers. He had lost track of how long he had been climbing. Many of the walls were ruined, and provided no meaningful support across gaps in the worn infrastructure. If it wasnt for the little bit of dexterity his history as a monk gave him, and his additional leg, Ramattra would be struggling a lot more to reach the top. The yowling that echoed stopped once he mounted the last edge, [url=https://imgur.com/a/1GsMvDy]a short, porcupine-like cat[/url] stood on guard, perceiving the Omnic as an unknown. It was large for an ordinary cat- nearly able to come up to the Omnic’s torso, and battle worn in its tail and ears. Unsure how to approach the creature, Ramattra simply ignored it, nodding his head stoically as he pressed further upward. “I don’t have time for this. I need to reach the peak of King’s Row.”

With a curious cock of its head, the small feline used it’s catty-dexterity to follow the Omnic further, now intent on keeping up with Ramattra. The lone commander assumed the creature would perceive him as a threat initially, though it’s standoffish nature seems to be more of a product of harsher conditions. With an unlikely observer now in tow, the Omnic crawled himself onto the floor of the final level of the building- the scene before him rapidly unfolding out of the obscurity that the fog and snow provided. 

A lone sniper, shrouded in a mysterious black fog, remained perched- somehow unaware of the Omnic’s presence as she continued angling whatever the scope was aimed toward. Ramattra took a single step- whatever trance the silhouetted woman ending immediately as she rapidly fired a line of automatic bullets from the transforming end of her weapon. Two of them landed squarely on his chest, causing the Omnic to wince in pain, before looking up to see the unidentifiable sniper propelled in the air- landing a swinging kick to his chest to knock him over, before lining his head between the barrel of her gun. “You are not who I was told was to be sent. Who are you, Omnic?” She spoke very eloquently, with a thick French accent. He had heard this voice before… but her face was impossible to place.

“Save your questions, sniper. I will stop you.” His voice was threatening- though he had no clue why this lone sniper had such an impact on his anger. As he was about to draw his staff for combat, the sniper was more swift, narrowly throwing a small magnetic chip onto Ramattra’s chassis, disabling him from using any of his major abilities or skills for 8 seconds. He was simply an Omnic now. 

“You never should have bothered me. Now I have no guilt in killing you. First…” Ramattra tried his best to close the distance on his three legs, the sniper creating her sights again as she leveled her scope towards her target. Just as the Omnic could grab her arm, a single shot rang into the mountain, revealing what Ramattra had been trying his best to prevent all along… far in the distance, [url=https://imgur.com/a/MXX7O6G] his former master[/url] laid now assassinated outside a service vehicle. 

“Revenge. We were taught as monks that it was an unhealthy outlook, and leads to obsession… But if I had been there by my master's side.” The Omnic solemnly contemplated the silence, the shadow of a sniper seemingly watching as Ramattra put the pieces together. “If I had… stayed a monk. Perhaps he would have me, as his brother, to protect him.” 

He contemplated his anger for a moment, before staring down at his adversary. She did not attack him, nor would provoke him any longer. His resolve was shaken. Then, her voice, as ethereal as a dream, spoken again in her accent. “You already charted the course and set events into motion, Omnic. You cannot undo death.”

“…But I may cause it.” As the hacking device malfunctioned, the Omnic was swift to enter Nemesis form, and squashed the shadowed sniper under his titanic fist. There was no dramatic damage, she just fizzled out of existence under his grip. The disoriented feeling finally began to disperse from the Omnic’s head as he realized a sensation he had never felt before… tears trickled from each of his red sensors- a realization that the adventure he had was solitary, and more dream-like than reality was. “Of course. I can’t undo what has already been done in my world.” The Omnic looked around, to see he had been buried in piles of snow in his neglect, his teammates just barely over the horizon. “But I suppose I should focus on returning to my cause.”