D.VA - Urban exploration (Patreon)

[New set found in the monthly MEGA-Link! Due to technical diffuculties I had some issues with the regulator connecting to her mask  sorry about that]

In the heart of a forgotten city, where the remnants of once bustling streets lay shrouded in mystery, D.Va found herself drawn to an abandoned tunnel. With its yawning mouth beckoning to her adventurous spirit, she couldn't resist the urge to explore its depths, despite the warnings echoing in her mind.

Uncertainty gnawed at her thoughts as she approached the tunnel's entrance. What dangers lurked within? What unseen perils might threaten her safety? But D.Va was not one to back down from a challenge. Determined to venture forth, she donned her rubber wetsuit, a relic from her last scuba dive, and fastened her scuba tank securely to her back.

Ensuring her protection, she put on an S10 gas mask over her face, connecting it to the scuba tank to filter out any toxic gases that might permeate the air. With sturdy boots laced up to her knees and a flashlight clenched tightly in hand, she took her first steps into the darkened abyss.

The tunnel greeted her with an eerie silence, broken only by the sound of her own breathing reverberating through the mask. With each inhale and exhale, the apparatus whispered its mechanical rhythm, a reminder of the fragile barrier between her and the unknown.

As she delved deeper, a green fog began to seep from the crevices of the tunnel walls, casting an otherworldly glow upon the surroundings. D.Va's heart quickened at the sight, but she pressed on, determined to uncover the secrets hidden within.

Yet, the deeper she ventured, the more unsettling the atmosphere became. Strange noises echoed through the tunnel, sending shivers down her spine. The sound of dripping water morphed into whispers, and the rustle of unseen movements sent her imagination spiraling into a frenzy.

Panic tightened its grip around her as she struggled to maintain her composure. With a quickening pace, she began to run, her boots thudding against the damp ground in a desperate bid to escape the encroaching darkness.

But as she fled, the suction of the gas mask against her face grew stronger, each labored breath a reminder of the perilous situation she found herself in.