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"The queue times are so damn long." Su-bong, otherwise known as Thanos to the internet, groaned out in complaint, the red bar at the top of his screen sporting a sweet twenty minutes and four seconds. On a second window, Papa's Wingeria was playing, Su-bong (oh so diligently) fulfilling an order.
The chat, which was pulled up besides him on his second monitor, was spammed with agreeance.
Finally, though, after another ten minutes, the bar changed into green, white words switching to "game found." Su-bong smirked, sitting up in his gaming chair.
Three maps showed up— Suravasa, Numbani, and King's Row. King's Row ended up winning with 8 votes. The screen changed once more, and he immediately went to Genji as his preferred hero. His ban picks were automatic. Symmetra, Zarya, and Moira. Fuck beams, and fuck those who can get through his deflect.
None of his votes ended up getting banned.
They were defending first. As they were making their way to the chokehold, one of his teammates spoke up through the comms. It was their tank, a Ramattra.
"Yo, Ana, I think I had you in my last game. Your heals were pretty... Great."
It sounded like the dude was holding back a laugh.
"If we lose this match, I'll fucking quit." Su-bong grumbled to his twitch chat.
"Oh, no, I know, thank you." The Ana spoke up, and the grin was hearable. "I'm actually just learning Ana. I think I'm doing pretty good."
... Learning? Practicing a character in a damn competitive game?
"Fuck yeah, you were hard carrying." This time, the man freely laughed.
This game will be his thirteenth reason.
"Well, this team is already sounding promising." Su-bong mused sarcastically, the timer reaching five seconds.
Immediately, he could tell this Ana was shit.
"Ana, heal me— heal me!" Su-bong exclaimed into the comms. On his ass was a Junkrat, and his deflect was the only thing saving him. His finger spammed the need healing comm.
"I'm on it, damn— oh. Oops, you died." The Ana snickered, watching Su-bong's body fly as soon as he turned around. He slept the Junkrat, and finished him off with a 'nade.
Su-bong groaned, sitting back in his chair. He hit tab, and holy fuck. Two minutes in, and Ana had little to no healing, and nearly as much damage as him and the other damage.
"No fucking way..." He whispered under his breath, quickly going to check their career profile. One hour on Ana, and over two thousand hours on Mercy. What the fuck. His jaw was wide open, like a damn reaction image.
He quickly exited, and hurried to move and get out of spawn. He was silent for a moment before speaking in comms, clearing his throat.
"So, uh, Ana," he heard the ding of one tick off of the objective. "Why are you not playing Mercy? Maybe then we'd, you know, get heals. She's an easy character anyways, so it'd really match you."
It was silent for a moment, before he heard their tank and other support, not the Ana, laughing.
"Oh, Mercy? I've never played Mercy." His voice came out boyish. They both knew damn well he was lying.
"Then what the fuck are the two thousand hours on her doing there?" Su-bong scoffed, falling back from the objective as it was nearly captured.
"It must be a glitch."
"Glitch my ass! You're literally doing nothing but feeding on Ana." Su-bong exclaimed, waiting for his team to group up.
"Oh, you're mad." The Ana laughed. Su-bong would have gotten a bit giddy at how sweet the laugh sounded if he wasn't fucking losing his mind. "You can't even get a kill. You're like, the worst person on our team."
Su-bong choked on his own spot at that. Him? The worst person?
"Dude, I'm literally rocking nine kills! Look at everyone else in comparison! You aren't even healing, too!" He pointed out rapidly, slamming his desk as he died once again. "Learn how this game fucking works, man."
A giggle came from the Ana once again.
"I don't think I've seen anybody rage quite as hard as you." He mused, not bothering to switch off of Ana.
It wasn't long before they swapped to attack, with the other team steam rolling them.
He watched the support icons, waiting and praying that he'd see a Mercy. Maybe that way the game could actually turn out good.
No Mercy was in sight.
Su-bong groaned, before speaking up once more. "You should've picked Mercy! The two thousand hours would've at least been somewhat helpful!"
"I'm not gonna be Mercy, dude." He scoffed, before snickering as if he thought of a real good joke. "If you like Mercy so much, why don't you just marry her?"
Su-bong didn't bother responding. Instead he just let the game roll on, ending up zero to three.
When he queued up for the next game, he could've sworn he hit avoid as teammate. Why was he with the fucking idiot again?
The other noticed, too, immediately speaking into comms as soon as they loaded in.
"So... About that last match..."
"Shut up."
"Right. Still pissed. Maybe you should've done more damage, that way I wouldn't have to heal you, cause they'd be all dead."
Su-bong grumbled, not bothering to respond once again. Though, this time, he didn't see an Ana. He saw a Mercy.
"You know, I recognized your voice from somewhere, so I went to twitch, because I knew damn well you'd be a streamer. I was right."
"The fuck is that meant to mean?"
"The fact you're playing Genji."
"And you're playing Mercy."
"... Touche."
This time, the match went rather swell, and they actually won. Were the others complaining about no heals? Perhaps, but the beam stayed on him. Being pocketed was nice. Though, the very often revives into one vs. fives wasn't fun, and he knew damn well it was on purpose, based on the snicker he'd hear in his headphones.
Sue Su-bong for silently sending them a friend request and inviting him to play. Sue him if he found a damn duo.