Ryan/doom slayer pov.

I was laying back in my room a day later thinking about my future. I found it dwelling less on killing demons and more on what could have been. I closed my eyes and I saw him laying there dead on the battlefield. His head torn off his body and had a look of pain as a lasting expression. His body looked like a piece of meat with a pool of blood oozing out slowly a long spear sticking out of his abs. I opened my eyes sighing remembering the reason I'm here. I close my eyes again I see a different picture. One that had not happened. I was staring at a figure in front of a blinding light with their hand held out. I couldn't make out anything significant except wings. I sit up putting my hands on my armored knees. I stood up and looked down at my shirt covered with a few stains of hot sauce. I threw it off towards a corner of my surprisingly clean room and walked over to my dresser pulling out a black t-shirt. I put it on as I heard my door open. I turned in time to see Mercy with a blush on her face. I raised one if my eyebrows in confusion since our therapy session isn't for another 2 hours. She was wearing her Valkyrie suit and was looking down. "Ryan I apologize for barging in but I must ask something of you." She said holding her hands behind her back.

"Hmmm?" I grunted in response sitting on my bed as she sighed.

"Do you think that it could be possible if we-" she started asking when I saw blue sparks running over my bare arms. 'You've gotta be fucking kidding.' I think before hearing a faint 'tether system malfunctioning.' Mercy looked at me before I felt the sensation of being pulled. "RYAN!" She yelled and flew like literally flew to me and grabbed my arm. Next thing I knew I was being pulled into a swirling vortex with mercy in my arms. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" She yelled as she clung to me. The vortex looked different this time. I looked at her and shrugged. The color of this vortex looked sand grain like but a grey blue color. After a few minutes, I think, mercy and I were spit out on a metallic floor.

"What the hel?" I heard a Nordic voice say. (Pit stop! How cool would it be if a viking hero was in overwatch? Continue reading please.) I looked at mercy who looked shaken to the core and put a hand to my cheek. I tilted my head a bit before she pulled back her hand which was covered in blood. I then noticed 2 things. 1. I was on to of her with my legs straddling her. 2. I was bleeding somehow. I roll off and was immediately met face to metal. "WHO RE YA?!" I gruff voice asked as I followed the metal of the weapon upward to see a blue hand holding a sword.

"Yeah what my brother said." I heard a more friendly voice say. I look over to see a man in golden armor standing next to a table with a head with horns on it. I tilted my head confused a bit.

"WHY IN THE NAME OF ODIN ARE YOU ON TOP OF A VALKYRIE?!" I saw the head ask as I felt my jaw drop.

"What?" I heard mercy say.

"Milady." I saw the golden armored one bow. "Let us get you away from this barbarian." He looked like he wanted to puke.

"You mean Ryan?" She asked as I saw her stand up out of the corner of my eye. "He's no barbarian. He can be a bit questionable at times but no barbarian."

"WHY WAS HE ON TOP OF YOU?! BETTER YET HOW IS THERE A GODDAMN LIVING VALKYRIE?!" The head yelled. The next thing I heard was a swoosh and an eep. "WILL YOU PUT ME DOWN?! CAREFUL DON'T DROP ME!" I turn my head trying to keep an eye on the blue man while seeing Mercy holding the head fascinated.

"Amazing. Fully functioning head despite no nervous system or any system matter of fact." She said engrossed in studying the head. The man in armor was on his knees in from of what looked like a forge and puking. I felt the metal poke my face. I made a cough trying to get Mercys attention. "Right sorry. Please let of my friend. He's no harm as long as you don't piss him off." The blue man grunted and moved the sword. He then held out a hand to me pulling me up. I wiped myself off when I felt a hand on my chin pulling up my face. Next I saw mercy pulling her staff out which somehow managed to follow here. I felt my cheek and it was fully healed. "Ah all better." I smiled.

"CAN SOMEONE EXPLAIN WHAT'S GOING ON?!" The head said once again. I started to glare at it when I heard more swooshing, swirling and doors opening. I turned to see a large set of doors opening and 2 people walk through. One was a young boy holding a boy covered in furs. The other was a large man same build as me and a red tattoo going over his face. "Oh welcome back Kratos." We made eye contact with one another and I felt a little tension rise. 'You seem like a really big asshole with way to much power.' I thought while glaring.

"I wouldn't say that about my father if I was you." The boy said as he crossed his arms. 'What the fucks your problem kid?' I thought glad no one could read my mind. (Warning punchline ahead). "Keep talking like that and we'll both be your problem scarface." The boy growled.

"Arteus." The guy who I assumed was Kratos said in a low voice.

"Yes father." I was a bit taken back. 'Wait you know what I'm saying?' I held a hand. "Yes why?" I sigh. 'Son of a bitch.'