Reaping the Rewards

Reaper walked into Moira’s laboratory. It was part of routine to visit occasionally. Ever since the mysterious incident that granted him his abilities, he was in enormous amounts of pain and he struggled to keep ithe integrity of his body. The visits were for a treatment to keep him from falling apart or the pain becoming overwhelming. It usually was an ordeal every few months or so.

This time he was called in early, Moira said that he improved the method and wanted to test it early. It was a bit uncharacteristic for the doctor to be this helpful but he guessed that anything could help and Moira was known for bringing in effects

He shortly greeted Moira and she responded in kind before directing him to the therapy chamber, a thing that resembled a big standing coffin with some tubes strapped to it.

He noticed the lab assistant mulling around the edges of the lab and scoffed, Moira trained them better these days to get in the way of the business it seems.

Regardless, he followed the procedure and left his guns and mask on the table, then he stepped into the therapy chamber, preparing for a short nap. He noticed that the startup felt and sounded different but didn’t really concern himself with it more than he should. He just let himself be consumed by the soothing darkness.

Reaper was woken up a couple of hours later by the doors opening, the therapy round clearly complete and the blinding lights of the lab shone upon the insides of the therapy coffin. Damn Moira never listened when it came to turning those down. Speaking of Moira, was she always this tall?

“Alright Gabe, just to make sure everything is alright with your sight, put those on.” She handed Reaper a pair of glasses armed with similar technology to Widow’s visor, causing the blue tint.

“Everything seems alright doc.” Reaper responded, surprised at the higher than usual pitch of voice.

“Try looking at your hands and arms.” Moira inquired.

Reaper looked the way he was directed and read ‘Bob Wattson’s senses and identity’ written on the right arm.

“What the fuck does that mean, doctor?” Reaper looked up and then noticed the reflection in one of the lab vials.

“What have you done to me!?” Reaper squeaked with the new voice.

This was the que for Bob to come forth, getting Reaper’s furious gaze, he quickly noticed the nametag on the would-be assistant’s uniform.

“What do you mean? You always were a woman.” Bob Responded

“Yes, ofcourse, do you think I am some kind of an idiot you grunt?” She quickly answered but before reaper could say anything further, she was cut off by Bob again.

“Moreso, thinking badly about me or ever even thinking about harming me makes you feel a level of pain you haven’t felt before, no? And thinking about helping me and doing so gives you immense pleasure, right?” Bob kept going with his questioning and Reaper was really getting annoyed.

“Listen here asshole, if you think I am not going to beat the shit out of y…” This time she cut herself off dropping to the floor in immense pain. A bare thought of harming the man made her squirm in unimaginable pain.

“Well, I’ll leave you to rethink everything here then. Amelie dear, would you mind look over Gabriella here and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid.” Bob requested looking up and with a click of her heels, Widowmaker dropped to his side, eagerly nodding and fixating her eyes on Reaper.

With that Bob and everyone else left, leaving Widowmaker to drag the suffering Reaper to the lab’s infirmary and dump her on one of the beds.