RAFFLE: Widow Gets Nerfed (Patreon)

Widowmaker stumbled as she felt a sudden wave hit her, then another stumble forward as if a sudden weight had lifted from her chest. “Mon Dieu...” she spoke softly, though the pitch of her tone wasn’t the regular breathy seductive voice she was known for. Instead it sounded... off... accented as if French wasn’t her native language. She moved a hand to her head... her hair felt so soft... and, the strands that were sweeping into her vision looked... brunette? Gone were the blue tresses of her Talon experimentation, now the soft locks of a teen girl.

“엄마야!” She gasped then quickly clasped a petite hand over her mouth. She knew the phrase... the loud child who would find her way onto the battlefield... wait, moments ago, wasn’t that HER mech that exploded? Was this her doing? And... and why was she craving some strange green soft drink and corn chips covered in cheese powder!?