A/N: quick warning~ this chapter is a tad bit violent~ just a warning~!

Tracer watched you, her hands balled against her cheeks, resting her elbows on the table.

She had watched you for a long time now, she followed you were ever you went. She new everything about you.

She knew that you belonged with her, she loved you way too much for you to not belong with her, so the fact that you were with Widowmaker made her angry. Very angry.

You burst out into laughter, surrounded by many of the other members of Overwatch. Tracer felt an all too familiar feeling swelling in the pit of her stomach.

Sure, she loved to hear you laugh, but she wanted you to laugh for her, not for her teammates. You seemed so comfortable with them..... But when you were with her she could tell you were uncomfortable. Why?! Why did you spend your time with the other members of Overwatch rather than her?!

She felt her stomach twist into tight knots watching Widowmaker give you affectionate kisses on your cheeks and lips, making you smile.

Tracer had always adored your smile. It was what she had always fought to preserve. But she wanted you to smile at her. Only her.

Growling she stood up and excused herself. This relationship you had with Widowmaker.... She had to do something about it.

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Widowmaker gave you one last peck on the lips, smiling sheepishly before going off to her room. Tracer waited until you had disappeared into your room before blinking after Widowmaker.

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Widowmaker let out a sigh of relief, thankful that she could finally have some time to herself. She loved you to death of coarse but she was still getting used to this constant affection.

Suddenly she heard soft footsteps, grabbing her gun she whipped around and pointed the gun at the intruder. Realizing it was only Tracer she eased up.

"Tracer... You scared me..." She sighed in her obvious French accent. She looked at her friend with a soft smile before studying the girl's face.

She had a wide grin plastering her lips, her eyes wide and staring directly at Widowmaker. Her form barely illuminating her slim figure, the light catching her eyes and teeth giving them an eerie glow.

Tracer's entire appearance reminded Widowmaker from something out of a horror movie. "Um... Tracer... What is with that look I-"

"Mine..." The single word passed Tracer's lips. Widowmaker backed up, confused but she couldn't shake the growing terror in her stomach. Something was off about Tracer. Something was very off.

Slowly she reached for the knife laying on her bedside table, praying that Tracer wouldn't notice. Tracer just continued to stare at Widowmaker in feigned happiness.

"W-what's yours...?" Widowmaker asked slowly, attempting to keep Tracer distracted.

"(Y/N)'s smile..." Tracer's voice was soft an even, but the venom seeping from it was enough to terrify even the Widowmaker.

"W-what about (Y-Y/N)?" Widowmaker finally grabbed the knife, dragging it softly back to her. Tracer's eyes flick from Widowmaker to the knife, her face framing but still retaining the write grin.

"(Y/N)'s smile is mine!!" Tracer hissed and before Widowmaker could do anything Tracer blinked forward.

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"Hey, has anyone seen Widowmaker?!" You ask for the millionth time, the other Overwatch members looking at each other before shaking their heads.

You groan, leaving the room in search of the French sniper. Tracer watched you leave with a since of accomplishment. She wondered what you would think of her handiwork when you found it. She was sure you would finally see her devotion to her.

As if on que suddenly a shriek rang out across the base. Immediately the other members were on their feet and running towards the spence of your scream. Tracer trailed behind, unable to hide her joy she felt inside.

Arriving at the room which was Widowmaker's the members peeking there heads in, though many instantly regretted doing so. Inside, Widowmaker's dismembered body parts lay scattered across the blood stained floor, the crimson substance still leaking from the body parts.

Then, placed neatly on the bed was Widowmaker's head, her lips and cheeks carved out to make a permeant smile on her face.

The Overwatch members were shocked, a few of the younger members started crying while the older ones just stared. Never had anything like this ever happened.

"Who did this....?" You were the first to speak, your voice barely above a whisper.

Standing behind the other members was Tracer, smiling. She slowly turned and skipped off. "Don't worry love, I'll protect that lovely smile of yours!" She giggled quietly to herself.

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Everyone was shaking by Widowmaker's murder, but life had to go on and missions to complete.

It was obvious that no ones head was in the game at the moment, making stupid mistakes and rash decisions.

"Everyone get it together!!" Soldier 76 barked, growling angrily at the moping team.

"Sorry commander..." You mumble, shuffling your feet and staring at something off in the distance. 76 snarled, your aloof, depressed attitude finally snapping the old soldier last bit of patience.

Roughly grabbing you by the collar to glared at you, "Look I get it!! You lost your girlfriend! But that's no excuse to become useless to everyone else that's still alive!" He roared, making you flinch.

Tracer's face darkened, hating to see that pained expression on your face. Who did that asshole commander think he was to insult you like that?! Useless?! You were far from useless! Tracer frowned at this, maybe it was time to show the old commander his place.

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The next morning Soldier 76 was found murdered in a similar fashion to Widowmaker, bloodied body parts strewn across his room, and the same sinister grin carved on his face.

This same cycle continued each day forward, each morning discovering a new mangled body of another comrade or friend. Happy days at Overwatch turning into grey, miserly filled days, each member treating each encounter with each other like their last.

Days, weeks, months, soon it was only you and Tracer left in Overwatch. The two of you sat at an empty table in the once life filled cafeteria of the base.

"Why..." You whisper, your face dark and pain filled.

"What to you mean?" Tracer piped innocently.

You jolt up, slamming your hands on the table. "Why did you kill everyone?! Why did you-" tears started to stream down your face, missing your team, your friends, your family.

Tracer seemed shocked for a moment, before her face eased into an eerily innocent  smile. "Because I love you, (y/n)!"

She stood up and slowly walked over to you, pulling you into a tight hug. "Now show me that beautiful smile of yours," she purred.

A/N: I'm sorry S76 for killing you!!! Please forgive me *bows repetitively nothingness*. Anywho~ Requested by Imtrash1234, I don't usually write yandere stuff but hopefully it was good~!