Goofy little overwatch fanfic thing I built off of, like, one pre match interaction between Mauga and Mercy. It didn't really feel fleshed out enough for something like Ao3 so I thought I'd just slap it here:
Mercy -"someone of your size should donate blood more often!”
Mauga- “You want blood? I can get you blood!”
Angela could not believe what she was seeing. A bucket, a literal BUCKET OF BLOOD. On the floor. In front of her room. “Wh-wha-why????” Angela stammered in shock, her eyes now drifting to the smiley face sticker slapped on the side, further confusing and disturbing her. Was this a prank????? Was she being pranked right now????? Then, her mind strayed to a conversation she had with a certain man before a match yesterday and her heart sank. Did Mauga misunderstand what she meant by donate?? There could’ve been a possibility that someone of his mercenary background had never actually donated blood before, so he didn’t get the process?? “Oh mein gott” Angela thought to herself “he must be horribly hypovolemic! I need to track him down right no-“
Before she could finish her thought, the new match alarm rang out over the building’s intercom, and Angela had a team notification pop up in the corner of her glasses, Mauga was on the opposite side. “Scheiße!” Angela growled “no time for a checkup!” . Rushing the bucket inside to her fridge, planning to transport it the the blood bank fridge in the clinic, she then speeds off to the team transports, hoping to catch Mauga before the match.
Just barely making it to onboarding, Angela whips her head around, looking for a likely now pale wall of Samoan hoping to give him a once over before they fly out. “HEYA DOC!” a voice bellowed out behind her. Spinning around, Angela’s eyes landed on Mauga, not pale in the slightest and enthusiastically waving at her before jogging his way over. “. “Sooooo, how’d ya like my donation?” he asked with a grin “and hey, don’t worry about the cookie, I already nabbed one from Gabe’s secret stash. He blamed Sombra for the whole thing, it was HILARIOUS! Haha!”. Shocked at the state of him, Angela took a small sigh of relief now that she knew he wasn’t actively dying.
“it was…lovely?” Angela forced out a smile “I’m grateful and, frankly, a little shocked that you parted with…so much”. “Heyy, nothing to worry about! It wasn’t that hard to get anyways” Mauga replied, his smile unfaltering. “I am…sure it wasn’t !” Angela replied, trying to ignore the gruesome imagery that statement put into her mind “but are you doing alright? I’m sure you must at least be rather dizzy”. “Huh? Why would I be?” Mauga asked, putting a worrying amount of emphasis on the I. “Well…um…because typically when someone donated blood, especially such a large volume, they feel faint due to the loss” Angela hesitantly explained. “Wha? Ohhhhhh! Ohahahahahaha!” Mauga burst out laughing “ahh, I gotcha now! Don’t worry about me Doc! It’s not my blood!”
“What.” Angela asked flatly.
“Yeahhh, me, Sombra, and Gabe went out on a mission yesterday night, and I had that thing you said about donating blood pop into my head, so I thought, Hey! Why not grab some for you while I was, yknow, poking holes!” Mauga explained with a smirk, each word filling Angela with more and more dread. Her mind started to swirl thinking about the unorganized mess of blood types, possible contamination, Malosi’s “acquisition method”. The confusing sequence of events almost knocked her over, but she didn’t have time to rest because the transport for her team had just arrived.
Slamming open the door of her room, Angela crawled her way inside and onto her couch. She did terribly the whole match, and got chewed out hard for it. “Oh I’m sorry, do you all have A BUCKET SWIRLING WITH WHO KNOWS HOW MANY PEOPLE’S BLOOD IN IT?!” she wanted to shout, but she was just too tired. A few seconds passed, and then a few more, and then she shot up from her couch. “THE BUCKET.” She shouted before scrambling over to the fridge, dreading what’s become of its contents. Swinging the door open mercy saw that the contents had completely congealed. Preparing to rush the bucket to hazard disposal, a smell suddenly hit Angela’s nostrils. It wasn’t disgusting, it was…fruity? Hesitantly, Angela smelled the contents of the bucket. It smelled like…strawberries?!?! Dipping her finger in, Angela suddenly realized, it was Gelatin!
“Well aren’t I sweet?” Mauga’s voice played over her room’s intercom, Angela frantically looking around before realizing that’s where it originated. “AHAAAAAA! We totally got you!” another voice suddenly butted in, Angela immediately catching that it was Sombra’s, “ohoh man, you should’ve seen your face! Haha!!” . Their combined cackling continued for a solid minute before cutting out, Leaving Angela in the darkness, stunned face half illuminated by the light of her fridge. Not sure of what else to do, she grabs the bucket and a spoon from the sink and shambled her way back to her couch. After all she want through that day, she needed some kinda sweet treat.
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