Overwatch Writing Blog

You could tell when he didn’t think you were looking. How he sat on the edge of the bed you shared, head in his hands, fingers gripping and tugging at strands of hair as he screwed his eyes shut. The whirling conversations, the static that only he could hear. You’d wince when he pulled so hard at his hair that he hissed and let out a grunt. Emre grounded himself as his eyes opened and he stared at the floor.

That’s why you did your best not to flinch when he gathered you in his arms and held you close, you felt the screen on his chest press against you. Because as hard as this was for you to get used to, you could only imagine in your nightmares what Emre had, was going through.

You watched when Emre walked into the living room, his eyes tired, his shoulder slumped as he stood there, hand over his mouth before he idly played with his beard. He hadn’t noticed you in the bedroom doorway, observing him silently. He let his guard down when he was here with you, not something you could say you shared with him, regrettably.

He let out a shuddering sigh as his human hand rubbed his temple, the start of a migraine hitting, like a storm coming. You knew the signs when things started to shift within him, the thrum of something inhuman pouring into his veins, rolling down his spine in waves of static, the way he described it to you once was enough to make sure you didn’t sleep that night.

It seemed to begin the same way, Emre clutching his head, hissing between gritted teeth as he swayed in place, unsteady on his feet. Emre was able to stave it off most of the time, Chernobog's influence was always scratching like pins and needles under his skin, digging into him, a constant reminder of its presence, always this unspoken threat. The searing pain didn’t always manifest into a total shutdown and hostile takeover but it always put you on edge. You gripped the doorframe as he clutched his head tighter.

“Her yerden sesler geliyor…” 

You took a breath and finally stepped into the room. “Emre?” you asked, walking over to him, hand outstretched to place on his shoulder but his attention snapped to you, the sneer on his face as his blank eyes stared at you. You bit the inside of your cheek and shrank away as his posture changed. He glared and made a deliberate step to match yours.

Emre was simply the host to the hostile entity that marched his body with purposeful strides towards you, towering over you. Emre was taller than you, but he seemed like a giant as Chernobog used his body to glare down his nose at you. A cybernetic hand grabbed you by the throat, slamming you into the wall as Chernobal cocked its head to the side, letting out a tsk sound.

“Se olet sinä taas.” The distorted version of Emre’s voice came from the creature wearing your boyfriend's skin. 

You winced as you were held in place, not just Emre’s strength but borrowed from the monster within. Chernobog sighed as it watched you struggling to breathe with its hand wrapped around your throat, your feet kicking at the wall, unable to meet the floor as it dangled you. “My host wastes so much time on you, weak, distracting thing that you are.”  

The air was leaving you as you felt close to darkness, the entity could tell. Effortlessly, it tossed you to the ground, and you gasped for air, coughing. Chernobog’s cold stare examined you as you tried to sit up, just to have its hand in your hair, ripping at the strands, metal fingers dug into the roots as Chernobog slammed your face into the floor. “Do you wish to be put out of your misery lemmikki.” The last word was spat as you felt pressure on your head increase.

Chernobog despised you, it knew you were one of the last meaningful things that remained for its host, how Emre clung to your voice, the way you held him at night. You were the last tether to his humanity and he needed to remove you.  It stood to its full height, the look on Emre’s face was scathing as it reached one arm into the air, glowing, burning orange engulfed the limb, leaving a large weapon in its place. 

Pointing the new accessory straight at you. “Target acquired.” 

Your eyes widened as a loud rumbling accompanied a light within the weapon, glowing so bright, you could feel the heat on your face, your life about to flash before your eyes. “SYSTEM ERROR!” it growled out, voice trembling as something changed, the eye on Emre’s chest dimmed and the darkness in his eyes cleared, more importantly, the gun pointed at your face vanished.

Emre blinked, looking around before he saw you at his feet. “Aman tanrım… I- I’m so sorry, are you… Okay?” his voice was ragged as he dropped to his knees. He reached to help and there it was, a flinch.

He saw the way you looked at him now, the fear in your eyes, how you moved away from his reaching hands. His hands twitch, once grasping for you, he dropped them to his sides. “I’m…sorry,” he repeated, eyes downcast as you sat slowly.