Well the Commander won’t say no right? If you need me I’ll be at the next room” Said “I was… reading a scary book, sorry can you err… leave me for a while? I’ll You doc, any who, What’cha doing in the commander’s private room?” Angela then Thought to herself, “I never knew he thought of me like that before” chucklingĪs she turned to the next page, Angela suddenly drop the diary as Lena zipped She might be married, no one would DARE to let that woman go) but I can’t stop Ziegler woman, got to admit, she’s kind, cute… (god what am I thinking? Morning, hope she can help me, I really need it right now. Really need it) I… I give up, I’ll be looking for her in the base tomorrow ![]() Might go back to the bar to get drunk againĪm this close to the edge to just grabbing a gun and killing myself but Ana Head to keep these voices away but Ana injects me with this sleeping serum of Stronger, whiskey? Vodka? No, it ain’t helping me I could shoot myself to the I helped myself with painkillers or something ![]() Hearing the voices of my men who died way back in the Omnic Crisis. Or something, those fucking nightmares are keeping me awake, I can’t stop Nightmares always keeping me awake, drunk, shit faced It is good to have something to do before I go to bed. Angela saw a notebook thatĭon’t know why everyone wants me to keep a diary, not saying that I like it but But asĪngela looked at their secret place in the Alps. This is my Mercy76 day 1 “History” entry, Enjoy :Dįor Jack to keep a diary as he never liked keeping memories of the past. So what if he was the rising star of Overwatch? So what if he was good at everything he did? It didn’t mean he was always paying attention, especially when his superiors asked if he wanted to oversee the build of the Swiss HQ! The building was still under construction and no one he knew was even stationed in the area. ![]() Honestly, he wasn’t sure why he was being sent over now. Sounded more like rapid-fire baby gibberish! It was too fast and too slurred for him to even register as a language. He seemed friendly but whenever Jack asked him a question, the male would just laugh and reply in what Jack assumed to be… well, honestly he had no idea. His chauffeur didn’t know a lick of English. Too bad he didn’t get the memo that “best of the best” would require the ability to speak and understand German. He could feel a lump forming in the back of his throat as he drew ever-closer to the looming building before him. To the Anon that reminded me it’s okay to step back and listen to the world around me, I dedicate this story to you~ <3
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