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Aggressively Kind
“Monster Watch” - A Retelling of Monster House, with Overwatch Characters [On AO3] →
No one believes Lúcio, Junkrat, or Hana when they insist the house across the street, once belonging to a Mr. Morrison, is haunted by a monster that plans to consume them and all trick-or-treating kids on Halloween. It's up to these three to destroy the house and get to the bottom of the mysteries within.
A crossover between Overwatch and Monster House (with Overwatch characters transposed into the Monster House story). Lúcio is DJ, Junkrat is Chowder, and Hana is Jenny. Includes the after-credits scenes in a second chapter. A few details were altered for this variation - see the chapter notes for more info. Marked as a Teen rating for scary descriptions, but overall is more geared towards General Audiences.
While we wait for the next Thunder chapter, here’s...this? A massive crossover between two IPs I love that I wrote in about a day. This was really just written for fun and ended up way more longer and involved than I anticipated lol
Any comments/kudos are appreciated greatly. Please check out the bonus after-credits scenes in the second chapter.
EDIT (MAY 2021) - PLEASE READ THIS THREAD FOR INFORMATION ON WHERE THIS FIC WENT AND HOW TO FIND A MIRROR UPLOAD.
Monster Watch Chapter 4: A Disaster
[symbra, widowtracily, pharmercy]
[trigger warning: anger issues, arm-related injuries, animal attack, loneliness]
1987 Nine days later Angel Falls, Washington
-
Lena woke up to her alarm ringing. She groaned and got up. “’Nother bloody morning,” she mumbled, yawning and scratching her tousled mass of hair. “Em, wake up.” She turned to her right when there was no response. “Em, wake u-”
But Emily wasn’t there. Her spot on the bed was empty. Could she have woken up earlier? No, there wasn’t an impression on her side of the bed. She hadn’t been in bed at all.
Lena jumped up and dashed into the living room, theories running through her head. Maybe she was kidnapped. Maybe aliens abducted her. Maybe she decided she’d had enough of me and left.
But none of that had happened. Emily was crashed on the couch, curled up with Amelie, laying sideways with her head resting in a popcorn bowl. There were empty cans of coca-cola strewn about everywhere and several empty and half-full bowls of popcorn. A right proper mess, that.
Now that Lena thought about it, the two of them looked really cute there, lying on the couch together. She almost didn’t want to intrude.
Nevertheless, Lena put on a smile and shook Emily awake. “Em. Em, wake up.”
Emily blinked her eyes and slowly got up, mumbling something about Jason Voorhees. The left side of her face was covered with popcorn, and her hair was festooned with the stuff. “morning.” she mumbled.
Lena burst out laughing. “Love, you’re a mess.”
Emily raised an eyebrow and ran her fingers through her hair, pulling out two decent handfuls of popcorn. She shook her head back and forth, showering the general vicinity with popcorn but effectively cleaning her hair. She mumbled, “We were watching movies and I had a kip.”
Lena sighed. Of course. “Alright, I’ve gotta go to work. Clean this up, love. Glad you two had fun” She walked over to the door, far more stiffly than usual, yanked it open, and almost slammed it shut.
As she closed the door, it dawned on Emily that she hadn’t apologized for leaving her alone in the room. Ach, it’s probably alright. She probably understands. She reached over to where Amelie’s head was resting. She poked Amelie in the cheek. “Wake up.” She poked her a couple more times.
Amelie’s eyes fluttered open. “...stop that.” she hissed.
Emily continued to poke her cheek. “Nope, you’re squishy.”
Amelie chuckled. It was an odd sound, both a “honhonhon” and a weird clicking noise. Emily laughed upon hearing it.
-
In the library attic, Satya was rearranging books in her foyer while Sombra explored one of the side rooms. It was full of random stuff; an unsettling little puzzle box, a very impractical breastplate, a pair of red pauldrons, a screwdriver-sized tool that made a buzzy sound, an eye pendant, and an inordinate amount of bottlecaps were among the things collected in that room. Eventually though, Satya found something that caught her eye. It was an old record player; but not just ANY old record player. She recognized the gilding on the side, the dent on one corner, and most of all the little purple skull painted on the bottom by a very precise hand.
This was HER record player. Her old record player. From when she was alive.
Seized with inspiration, she searched the rest of the room. Finally, she found some records… and yup, it was her handwriting on the backs of all of them.
And this one. OH this one. Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You, by Gloria Gaynor. Her favorite. Their favorite. She had even scrawled “OUR SONG” on the back, with hearts surrounding it.
Sombra hugged the record tight, overcome with nostalgia. She grabbed all the records and her record player and float-dashed into the main room where Satya was. Six baseball-size, eye-shaped wisps floated around, levitating books around and sorting things.
“Mi amor! Guess what I found?” Sombra said, placing the record player on a mostly empty table and gesturing to two of the wisps to set it up.
Satya didn’t look up from her diagram. “What is it?”
Then the music kicked in.
Satya slowly turned, a smile widening over her face. “I-is this…?”
“Satya…,” Sombra said as she floated up to her and extended a hand, “may I have this dance?”
Satya blushed. “I-I-I...o-of course.” She curtsied awkwardly and took Sombra’s hands in her own.
They danced, stiffly at first, but slowly loosening up, becoming more natural, until it seemed like their two shattered souls were one whole, and they danced a dance of flowing love and partnership.
And so they danced for hours, watched on by nothing but six prying eyes.
-
Another hockey game ended. Fareeha walked through the locker room, skates in hand, on the way to her locker. She played well this time, scored a goal, nearly checked another player but the ref wasn’t looking. They had won 6-3.
As she hung up her gear, she noticed a reporter for the local news walking up to her with a cameraman in tow. Fareeha enjoyed being interviewed; she had always loved sharing things about herself.
“So, Amari,” The reporter asked, “i’m sure the people at home would like to know; do you have some special someone out there watching tonight?”
Fareeha could feel herself blushing. She would have answered “yes” immediately… but did Angie consider herself her girlfriend? Come to think of it, they hadn’t ever dated… Hell, they haven’t even kissed! She didn’t want to come off to Angela as overeager, and she didn’t want to force her into the spotlight...
Fareeha stammered out, “Um, well I… that is, we… I think? Wait no… or… but she, uh, well, uh...”
As she stuttered incoherently, the reporter rolled her eyes and moved on to another player. Her moment gone, Fareeha decided to collect her thoughts later. She needed clarification.
-
Fareeha was sitting in her house with a mug of coffee, absentmindedly playing fetch with her dog, a siberian husky ironically named Anubis, while she brooded about her and Angela’s relationship, when she got a phone call.
She sighed and heaved herself off the couch. If it was Angela, maybe she’d be able to sort some stuff out.
She picked up the phone and held the reciever to her ear. The voice on the other end was not Angela’s melodious Swiss tones, but a cockney accent that she recognized as belonging to Lena. The happiness so everpresent in her voice was gone however.
“Oi, Fareeha. Glad you picked up.”
“Lena? Is something wrong?
“Well I… It’s just that I think I might be losing Emily and I need some advice. How can I win her back?”
“Lena, I’m sure that-”
“LOOK MATE you don’t know her as well as I do, just answer the bloody question!” Lena shouted angrily.
That startled Fareeha. Lena hadn’t yelled at her like that in years. She felt something serious hinged on her answer. “W-well, ake a big romantic gesture, eh? Something she’s notice. Something she can’t possibly ignore, ya know?”
Lena’s voice perked up considerably. “Brilliant! Why didn’t I think of that before? You’re the best, mate!”
“You betcha!” Fareeha said. Lena hung up. Fareeha knew she had said the right thing, but she still felt uneasy. Something was wrong with Lena, and that’s not good. Lena caused enough destruction when there was nothing wrong at all.
-
Fareeha puled her motorbike into Angela’s driveway. She parked it and checked her watch as she removed her helmet. 6:30 P.M. Angela was definitely home from work. She drew in her breath and steeled herself. This had to be done carefully.
She knocked on the door. “Angela? It’s me.”
Angela opened the door. She had a look of concern on her face. Fareeha never called her Angela unless it was something serious. “Ja, Fareeha? Is something wrong?”
“Angela… it’s about our relationship.”
Angela opened her mouth to respond, but Fareeha verbally barreled over her. She needed to say this, now.
“Are we… together? ‘Cause I know we’re more than just buds, but you’ve never called me your girlfriend, we haven’t kissed, and I know we haven’t even gone on a date yet. So what I’m asking is… uh, well... yeah.” She hung her head, waiting for the ‘no’, waiting for the door closing in her face.
Instead, she felt Angela’s fingers brush against her sides, hesitantly at first. She stood dumbfounded as Angela wrapped her arms around her and pulled her into a tight embrace.
“Yes,” Angela said. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes, Fareeha! I thought you’d never ask.”
Fareeha smiled and returned the embrace, overjoyed.
-
Lena felt herself being shaken awake. She looked up groggily and saw Emily looking over her.
“Guuhhh… Em? Wha’s goin’ on?” Lena muttered groggily, rubbing her eyes. It was obviously night out, and the only light came from the desk lamp. She looked over to the clock on her bedside table. “Eleven thirty-five P.M.? What’s the bloody rush?”
Emily smiled. “Top o’ the mornin’ to you too, love. Got a call from Fareeha.”
Lena grinned back, suddenly feeling much more awake. “Cheers, love.”
-
The five compatriots stood on a hill on the outskirts of town. Amelie was staring into the distance.
“Something big, heading this way. By its speed, I’d estimate we have about a minute before it gets here.” She wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Mon dieu, I can almost smell it from here.”
Angela, already in her angelic form, announced, “Good. We have time then. Fareeha?”
“Gotcha, Angie. Alright, team, we got a sentient paranormal on our hands here. Werewolves are uncontrollable in frenzy, sure, but they’re still people, so we can’t kill them. Amelie, Sombra, you two and I restrain them and help me drive them back. Lena, Angie, Emily, you guys stick back and provide some aid if they’re stronger than they look.”
Everyone nodded, but Lena looked thoughtful, as if she wasn’t listening to the orders.
Suddenly, a slavering beast emerged from the treeline. Its wolflike visage and its loping, semi-bipedal gait marked it as a werewolf immediately.
Now’s my chance, Lena thought, I can show Em that I’m still important. She took a running start down the hill.
“Lena! What in God’s name are you doing?” Angela shouted.
“I’m doing this myself. I don’t need help from any of you wankers,” Lena shouted back. “Amelie, protect Em. You’re better at that.”
Emily and Amelie looked sideways at each other for a second.
“Qu'est-ce que c'est censé vouloir dire?” Amelie said.
Fareeha stared at Lena with a look of dawning horror. “LENA!” she shouted, “I didn’t mean do this!”
But Lena didn’t listen. She rushed towards the slavering wolflike creature, which charged at her, fangs bared. At the last minute, she dodged left and gave it a right hook in the back. It lumbered past before turning and charging again. Again lena zipped to the left, throwing a left hook this time, and the wolf turned again in the same pattern.
To Lena, it was going great. She was zipping around the wolf, it couldn’t touch her in a million years. She was in her element. She knew that she looked amazing right now. Why was this supposed to be so hard again?
“Haha! I’m on FIRE!” she shouted jubilantly, looking back towards Emily and the others. Surely this’ll impress her, right? She dodged left again, readying an uppercut...
...and suddenly, pain shot through her arm. She cried out, stumbled, and fell head over heels, tumbling for several feet before stopping.
Lena could feel herself losing consciousness. NO! She thought. I need to do this, I need to get up, come on! She pulled herself up slightly before another flash of pain wracked her arm, and she lost consciousness.
Back over on the hill, Emily saw her girlfriend fall to the ground, gushing blood from her arm… and from within the redheaded pacifist, something snapped.
“LENAAAAAAA!” Emily screamed, and rushed down the hill, brandishing her umbrella and staring at the werewolf with an expression to match the fury of a thousand dying suns.
The wolf turned towards her and snarled, only to take an umbrella hit to the teeth. And another to the head. And again, and again, Emily rained down savage blows with fantastic rage and accuracy.
Amelie had a different reaction to seeing the werewolf’s attack on Lena. She rushed in behind Emily, skittering as fast as she could, and made a beeline towards Lena.
She picked up Lena’s unconscious body with her strong arms and cradled her delicately, tears shining at the corners of all eight eyes.
“...cheers, love...” Lena moaned.
“Oh, ma cherie,” Amelie said. She tried to think of something to say to reassure her, but the words wouldn’t come. All she could do was hold her as gently as she could and carry her to safety.
-
Several hours later, in Angela’s house, Lena was lying on the couch, unconscious, while Amelie and Angela treated her wound. Emily sat on the floor next to the couch, whispering reassurances to Lena and crying softly. Sombra had even dragged Satya over to help, which ended up being Satya hiding herself in a corner of the room with her copy of Pet Sematary and avoiding eye contact. Amelie was busy spinning webs, bandaging Lena up wth her upper arms while her lower arms were engaged in a bizarre, fidgety process resembling some sort of finger-knitting with spare web strands
Why did Lena do that? Emily thought. She’s reckless, always been, but she’s never been suicidally so before.
Emily felt a finger tapping on her shoulder. She turned and saw Fareeha behind her. Fareeha didn’t look right. She looked… scared. The emotion seemed somewhat wrong on her normally calm, stoic face.
“Emily? We need to talk.”
Emily sniffled. “R-right. What’s the p-problem?”
“All right, I’m going to give you the full truth.” Fareeha took a sharp intake of breath and blurted out, “Lena thinks that you’re falling out of love with her but she wants you to be happy so she told me that she’s either going to win you back or just ‘fade away’ and leave the two of you behind and I told her she could impress you with a big romantic gesture which she apparently took to mean that she sould fight a werewolf with her bare hands.”
Emily was shocked. Falling out of love? Lena? Why would she think that? She was struck absolutely speechless; all she could do was stutter incoherently.
Sombra popped through a wall and said, “Hey, puedo agregar algo? Lena appears to be exhibiting a lack of self-confidence, insecurity, and some emerging anger issues. She puts on a cheerful facade to protect you, I guess, but I can tell that sometimes she’s faking it. I don’t have enough data to make a proper diagnosis, though. My best advice is that you and Amelie make sure that she knows she’s appreciated.” She paused for a second and scratched her head quizzically. “Why do I know all this?”
Satya looked up from the book she was reading. “Sweetheart, you have a bachelor’s degree in psychology.”
Sombra turned around excitedly. “¿Realmente? Mi alma, does that mean I’m a doctor?”
Emily ignored Sombra for now. Her advice rang true, though.
“Lena was always the selfless type,” Emily said to no one in particular. “I remember, back when I lived up in Ireland and there was a fecking ocean between us, right? I’d planned to move over here and be with her, got me passport and everything ready, but I ran out of money. Rang her up and told her that we’d have to wait another month or so. ‘Bout two weeks later, she got a letter in the mail from Lena. A first-class ticket to the Seattle airport, and a note reading ‘See you soon, love! -Lena’.” She laughed. “When I got off my flight, there she was waiting for me. Ran across half the airport and bowled me over, she did. Cryin’ with joy.” Emily sniffled. “She’s always been so nice ta me, rarely gives a crap about herself s’long as I’m happy. Can’t tell ya how many times I’ve had to stop her from doing some loony thing or another, though,”
ONE HOUR LATER
"...and last year for my birthday we went skating even though she's horrible at it but she loved it anyway they sold these corn dogs I didn't want to try but she made me and it was bloody gross like I thought but not nearly as bad as that time we got food poisoning but even then she was there for me in between chundering her guts out and getting to the pharmacy and…"
TWENTY MINUTES LATER
“...and she’s just so stubborn and stupid and cute and stupid and reckless and stupid and I love her so much,”
Emily plopped down next to Lena’s unconscious body, sobbing, and continued, “Lena, sweetheart, love, please don’t go, please stay here, I love you, I love you, I love you so much, please wake up”
One of Lena’s eyes slowly opened. She whispered, “...was wondering when you’d get to that...”
Emily looked up, a smile appearing on her face. “Lena?” She hugged Lena tight,as if if she let go lena would slip away again. “W-were you listening the whole time?”
“...yeah...thanks, Em...i love ya too...” Lea whispered, tears shining in the corners of her eyes.
Angela looked towards Fareeha, smiling, and mouthed “we should go”. They both walked into the other room, Sombra faded into invisibility, and Satya snapped her fingers and disappeared.
Amelie clicked her tongue and looked down at the two of them. “I… I am glad you are both safe. I will leave you both to each other now.”
Lena looked up at her and smiled weakly. “...nah, spidey...” she whispered, “...you can stay...”
Amelie smiled confusedly. “Really? O-okay… thank you.” She sat down on the floor and put a hand on Lena and Emily’s shoulders and watched as they stared lovingly into each others’ eyes.
-
Angela and Fareeha stood in another room, holding hands and listening to the rain.
“Seven days.”
They both jumped, and Fareeha turned around quick as a whip. Satya was standing behind them, staring off into the distance.
“...what?” Fareeha asked.
“Lycanthropy usually sets in in four days. Full moon is in three.” Satya elaborated, still avoiding eye contact. “Then the first transformation comes. A lycanthrope’s first time transforming is painful, traumatic even. Lena will go so feral she won’t be able to tell friend from foe. Something will have to be done to restrain her. If not...”
Satya didn’t have to finish. Fareeha was already filling in the blanks in her mind.
This was shaping up to be a disaster.
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HOLY SHIT THIS ONE IS FINALLY DONE
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(First Drawing of Soleil)
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(The first ever drawing of her)
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“Thank you so much,” The same worn words from me I find myself repeating them Whenever I’m with you
It can’t be right, You’re giving me your all And in return, there’s nothing that Soothes your loneliness
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