Power usage equals horniness.

“You will become incredibly horny every time you use your powers.” Reaper exclaimed and clenched his fist in a Darth Vader like fashion.

Given, you had to use your omnipotence and modify the original plans of the Talon scientists to run experiments on her and make her a living time machine, but this was more fun for everybody.

Tracer was shocked, such a blatantly bad lie? Oh well, time to get some information out of him and then time warp away. “But how did you do that?” Tracer asked mimicking fear while she made a plan. “By linking your chronical particles with the sexual stimulation centre in your brain.” Another voice exclaimed, it came from a speaker behind Reaper. Said Reaper was a perfect target for the pulse bomb she normally carried with her, just stick it right on him and the explosion should stun him for a while and blow the cell open, allowing her to escape. If only she had one right now.

“Not that love.” Like details would get her to believe that lie. “How did you make modification to the accelerator? It was made by Winston after all.” Reaper chuckled again. “You mean the same Winston I attacked a few months ago to steal the Overwatch Database?” Now Tracer had something to smile about. With a grin as bright as the sun she said “You mean the attack you failed, love?” Reaper paid her no mind “While the Data wasn’t successfully extracted we at the very least were able to get some of it out of there. It simply took Talon a long time to restore what was left.” “And guess what in the restored Data we found the blueprints for your little time machine.” The second voice added.

“We also found a prototype for these.” Reaper said and showed her one of her pulse bomb, “Extraordinary weaponry, but seemingly it needs your chronal accelerator to activate.” “A problem we will have fixed eventually.”

‘Seriously who is that second voice?’ Tracer asks herself, but that doesn’t matter right now as Reaper just showed her the means to escape.

“You are right, Reaper.” Tracer says, the device on her chest buzzing as she zipped in front of Reaper and activated the pulse bomb. “It does need my particles.” The pulse bomb now buzzed just like the accelerator did.

Reaper tried to get rid of the bomb but it stick to his hand. “DIE.” Now that was the Reaper everyone knew and hated. He pulled one of his shotguns with his free hands, but before he could pull the trigger the pulse bomb exploded and made him fly into the wall behind him.

Just as Tracer had planned the cell’s bars were also bent out of shape and she managed to slip through them into freedom. “’Til next time love.” She said in her cheeky British accent and zipped away.

But after just a few time accelerations she felt that something was off, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it though. Well no time to think about it, she had to get out of the facility ASAP.