- Doomsday - Volume One: Gods and Monsters

Chapter 64: The Yowie

(AN: If you all didn't get the notification, I released a chapter yesterday but the scheduling messed up, so the alert didn't go out, so to those who didn't read the chapter yet, have I got a two-for-one treat for you lucky individuals. Also, you all really seemed to enjoy Reflection, maybe I need to make less chapters that are just action packed and make more introspective chapters... Also also, I've begun researching for my separate side-project, so that will be simmering in the background, probably not going to be ready for a while, purchased a physical copy of a comic I've wanted for a while called, History of the Marvel Universe (subtle I know...), so I'll be scanning through that planning out the story. Don't just want to make a generic Male reader x Marvel story, but who knows, it could turn into an abused RWBY harem fic for all I know (I promise I will never do that, that was a joke.) Either way, enjoy as always!)

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[Y/N] and Lobo had found themselves making the central lounge area of the Overwatch affiliated site their place of rest for the time being, the Doomsday going through his mind, contemplating what their next step should be, the biker was flipping through television channels rapidly, giving each a second to gage his interest. It was quickly becoming irritating to [Y/N], as was everything today seemingly, but he didn't care to intervene, plotting their next course was more important, yet it was quickly becoming harder and harder to plan what they would do next. Overwatch was a global organisation, they got lucky with landing in this city specifically, the presence from the UN absent completely, yet they couldn't stay in this place, it was a ticking time-bomb, waiting to explode, and he would be sure to leave before himself and his family got caught in the crossfire.

"All these channels are awful, where is daytime wrestling gone, this is a tragedy!" Lobo exclaimed aloud, continuing through the vast catalogue of channels, commercial after commercial, an antique showcase, the history channel and so forth, [Y/N] wasn't really paying attention. However, as he switched between networks, a familiar voice echoed across the sound system for a second, before disappearing for another advertisement, the Doomsday raising his head, "Go back, the last one." The biker looked annoyed, "It's just boring news, I want to watch mud-wrestling!" [Y/N] looked unimpressed, "Just do it." Lobo mumbled under his breath, changing the channel back after a few seconds, a foul expression on his face, but what appeared on the television screen took the Doomsday's attention fully.

Upon this particular news station, the logo of the Daily Planet in the bottom left corner, live footage was being broadcasted from a large stage, with a figure standing in the centre, behind a podium, large microphones placed strategically to get every word, the moving text on the bottom of the screen read, Overwatch Director Petras to Announce News Relating to the Events in New Mombasa Over the Last Month. [Y/N] now understood why he recognized the voice, a burning hatred for the director, merely a puppet, representing those pulling the strings above, "The hell is this?" he said aloud. The live feed grew quiet as Petras tapped the top of the microphone repeatedly, testing the audio, before deciding to begin, "Ladies and Gentlemen from around the world, I'm afraid that once again we are under attack." [Y/N]'s expression turned harsh.

"Over the last few years since the end of the Omnic Crisis, we have changed our position from an organisation solely focused on combating the armed machine insurgency decades prior, towards new threats that continue to threaten our planet today, and I'm here to evaluate that position today. Earlier today, one of our most well-fortified facilities in the Mediterranean, just off of the coast of Malta fell victim to an act of terrorism by a highly organised group of criminals who we are currently hunting down, as we speak." [Y/N] sat upon the edge of his chair, watching intensely.

"But, what separates these criminals from simple soldiers or machines, you may be asking yourself, this is a far greater threat than any we have encountered before, believe me. 'Mutates' is the official designation we have given to the monsters that have been running around for years, different to physically enhanced humans, these experiments hold no love for humanity, all they wish is to destroy, as was their purpose. Over time, more and more have begun cropping up, with the most recent example being the events in New Mombasa, where the Goblin attacked, killing many and leaving the city wounded once again after its recovery all those years ago."