💗 Robotgirl — Support (Medic)
Robotgirl joins the roster as a high-mobility combat medic.
She mixes aerial support, quick healing bursts, and defensive shields.
Protects allies during dives
Strong synergy with aggressive tanks
Primary Fire – Pulse Repair Beam
Robotgirl fires a short-range energy beam.
Healing allies: 70 HP/sec
Damaging enemies: light energy damage
Think a hybrid between Mercy and Moira.
Launches a micro-repair drone.
Applies temporary armor (+40) for 4 seconds
Robotgirl activates her flight boosters.
Quick aerial dash in any direction
Leaves behind a healing trail for teammates
Ultimate – Heart Overdrive
Robotgirl enters maximum support mode.
Allies gain attack speed boost
Robotgirl gains unlimited hover
This becomes a team push ultimate.
Slightly competitive with Protoboy
“Systems online! Let’s save the day!”
⚙️ Protoboy — Tank (Initiator)
Protoboy becomes an aggressive dive tank designed to start fights and break enemy lines.
Think of him as a mix of Doomfist and Ramattra.
Primary Fire – Plasma Barrage
Rapid-fire energy blasts from arm cannons.
Builds heat (overheating slows firing)
Protoboy launches forward and slams the ground.
Ability 2 – Overload Mode
Protoboy increases internal power.
Melee attacks become stronger
Ultimate – Prototype Rampage
Protoboy enters unstable combat mode.
Each hit reduces enemy healing
Visual effect: glowing red energy core.
Protoboy would act like a dangerous anti-hero.
Competitive with everyone
Especially hostile toward Robotgirl
“I was the first prototype… and the strongest.”
If both heroes are picked together:
Special interaction voice lines.
“Protoboy… try not to destroy the whole city.”
Robotgirl follows and heals from the air
This creates a dive combo team.
Night had fallen over Ilios.
The famous white buildings and windmills were barely recognizable. Parts of the island were scorched black, stone cracked open by energy blasts. Fires burned in scattered places, and the sea reflected the orange glow of the destruction.
Several armored vehicles from Overwatch response teams sat abandoned along the cliffside road. A few soldiers lay motionless nearby, others unconscious where the shockwave had thrown them.
Emergency sirens echoed faintly across the island.
Something terrible had happened here.
Two figures landed on a rooftop overlooking the ruined harbor.
One descended gently from the sky.
Pink thrusters slowed her fall as she hovered a few feet above the ground.
Beside her, a heavier shape crashed down with a metallic thud that cracked the stone.
He scanned the burning town with glowing eyes.
“Damage radius,” he said coldly.
“Two kilometers. Energy signature unknown.”
Robotgirl looked across the ruined coastline.
Protoboy’s sensors flickered.
He turned toward the windmill ridge.
A violent explosion erupted in the distance.
Stone fragments scattered into the air.
A figure stood at the center of the destruction.
Tall. Mechanical. Unstable.
Blue electricity pulsed through exposed cybernetic plating across his body.
His arm cannon fired wildly into the sky.
The voice that came from him was distorted, mechanical, almost broken.
Another blast tore through the remains of a windmill.
Protoboy’s combat systems activated instantly.
“Target classified as extreme threat.”
The cyborg’s sensors suddenly locked onto them.
His glowing eyes shifted.
A mechanical voice echoed again.
**“TUVASTATUD POTENTSIAALSELT OHT.”**
(Detected potential threat.)
He began moving toward them.
Each step cracked the stone beneath his feet.
Protoboy stepped forward immediately.
But Robotgirl suddenly raised a hand.
Protoboy didn’t hesitate normally.
But something in her voice made him pause.
The cyborg stopped several meters away.
Energy flickered violently around his body.
His movements were erratic, like his systems were fighting each other.
Something about him felt… familiar.
The way his head tilted when scanning.
Her processors ran thousands of comparisons.
The cannon lowered slightly.
The chaotic electricity around him flickered.
His voice came out distorted.
The glow in his eyes dimmed.
Robotgirl stepped closer slowly.
Protoboy watched carefully but didn’t intervene.
The cyborg looked at her again.
Recognition spread across his damaged expression.
His voice became quieter.
The unstable reactor glowing inside his chest.
Everything that used to be Gus… buried under metal.
And suddenly she remembered.
The last time they truly met.
The moment in “The Return of Robotgirl” where she punched him again and again because he made her so angry.
Back then he had just been annoying.
He looked like something built for war.
Robotgirl’s voice trembled.
“…What did you do to yourself…?”
Sunder looked down at his hands.
The cybernetic fingers trembled.
“…I thought if I changed… I could finally be useful.”
Silence hung in the burning air.
Robotgirl felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Because the boy she used to argue with…
The boy she used to punch…
And what remained was someone who had broken himself trying to become stronger.
Behind her, Protoboy observed silently.
Even he seemed unsettled.
The cyborg looked up again.
A faint, bitter smile formed on his damaged face.
The wind from the burning town blew past them.
Three remnants of the same past.
The fires of Ilios still burned behind them.
Distant alarms echoed across the ruined coastline, but for a brief moment, the chaos felt far away. Protoboy stayed back on the cracked stone path, silent, watching without interrupting.
Robotgirl stood in front of Sunder, staring at the unstable glow in his chest, the exposed metal, the trembling hands that no longer looked like Gus’s.
Sunder let out a shaky breath.
“I didn’t plan for… this,” he said, his voice low and uneven. “After Tommy and Lola were gone, I just—”
He stopped, jaw tightening.
The words came out flat, but the pain under them was obvious.
“I kept thinking about everything. About how useless I used to be. How I always messed things up. How everyone else had a purpose.” He looked down at his cybernetic arm. “Robotboy was powerful. You were special. Even Tommy always knew what to do.”
“And me? I was just Gus. Loud. Greedy. Stupid. The guy people tolerated.”
Robotgirl’s expression crumpled.
Sunder kept going, almost like he had to force the truth out before he lost the nerve.
“I found people who said they could fix that. A rebuilding group. Extreme augments, illegal work, off-grid labs. They told me they could make me stronger. Useful. Hard to kill. Hard to ignore.”
He touched the side of his face, where skin gave way to machinery.
“Bit by bit, I let them replace things. My arms. My spine. My nervous system. Then more. Every time it hurt, I told myself it was worth it. Every time I felt less like me, I told myself maybe that was the point.”
Robotgirl took one small step closer.
Sunder laughed once, dry and humorless.
“At first, I thought I was in control. Then the upgrades started messing with my head. Rage spikes. Blackouts. Target fixation. I’d lose hours sometimes.” His voice dropped to almost a whisper. “Sometimes I still do.”
He looked at the scorched ruins around them.
“Ilios… I came here chasing someone. Or maybe running from someone. I don’t even remember anymore. Then everything went red.”
“I heard myself screaming, but I couldn’t stop. I saw soldiers trying to contain me, and I just—”
“When I came back, they were on the ground. Buildings were burning. And I realized I’d become exactly the kind of thing people should be afraid of.”
Robotgirl’s eyes shimmered.
Sunder forced himself to look at her.
“So yeah,” he said quietly. “That’s what happened to me. I tore myself apart because I thought maybe if I became something stronger, I’d finally matter.”
Before he could say anything else, Robotgirl moved.
She threw her arms around him and held on tight.
Not gently. Not cautiously.
Like if she loosened her grip for even a second, he would vanish.
His systems gave a soft stutter, like they did not understand what was happening.
Robotgirl pressed herself against him, clutching the metal plates along his back as if trying to hold together every broken part at once.
When she spoke, her voice shook.
“Stop with that! You matter to me, Gus!”
“I missed you so much! You have no idea how much I looked for you when I found out you’re alive. I asked Overwatch, I asked that rich omnic Maximilien, I even asked Talon. But they never found nor heard of you!”
“I made a wish, to please let me find him. And you’re right in front of me… just not how I wanted. It doesn’t matter if you’re a broken cyborg or anything like that now. I found you, and now I’m here for you. Just like how I wanted.”
For a long moment, Sunder said nothing.
His arms stayed at his sides, rigid, like he had forgotten how to return an embrace.
Then, slowly, almost fearfully, one cybernetic hand lifted and rested against her back.
His voice, when it came, was smaller than before.
Robotgirl pulled back just enough to look at him, but she did not let go.
Sunder stared at her like he still couldn’t believe it.
All that bitterness, all that anger, all the steel wrapped around him—none of it seemed to know what to do with simple kindness.
“I thought…” He swallowed hard. “I thought everyone would be better off if I stayed gone.”
Robotgirl shook her head immediately.
The words hit him harder than any weapon.
His face tightened, and for a second he looked like he was fighting another breakdown—but this time, not from rage.
From the unbearable weight of being found.
“I don’t even know what I am anymore,” he admitted.
Robotgirl’s expression softened.
He let out a weak, broken laugh.
“For me?” she said. “Yes.”
Behind them, the wind carried ash through the ruined streets of Ilios. The burning town, the fallen soldiers, the wreckage—none of it disappeared. None of what Sunder had done was undone.
But for the first time since Robotgirl arrived, he was no longer shaking.
The violent flicker in his chest core dimmed to a steadier pulse.
And standing there in the ruins, with Robotgirl holding onto him like he was still someone worth saving, Sunder finally stopped looking like a weapon.
And started looking like someone exhausted from carrying pain alone for far too long.
That's pretty cool and interesting, U'A .
To be honest, I didn't really understand why I've never played Overwatch (sorry if I spelled it wrong), but the character development is pretty good, and so are their interactions
