On that day, Mercy awoke with the kind of pounding headache she usually associated with a hangover, although she hadn't been getting intoxicated. She sat up, stretching her arms out into the open air as the sunlight beat down on her skin... Wait. Wait a second, that was not right. She didn't sleep in the nude. Nor did she sleep outdoors.
She blinked around, rubbing her eyes. All around a landscape of pristine green fields and crushed debris surrounded her. She pawed down her body--naked as the day she was born. Her clothing had disappeared in her sleep... or, more likely, been ripped to shreds by her growing body, as she realizes with a jolt that she's the size of a building. And there, at her bare feet, was a purple-clad, purple-haired hacker with a catlike smile on her face.
"I gotta say I didn't think a hack of these... proportions was gonna work," she purred.
Mercy stuttered. "You--you are responsible for this? How did you get past our defenses?"
"How do you think, genius?" Sombra rolled her eyes. "Your security didn't even make me break a sweat. You're lucky that all I wanted to do is just mess with you."
"This is 'all' you wanted to do?" Mercy said it with a scoff as she beheld the crushed detritus surrounding her body--especially her thighs and ass. "Look at how much you've--I've destroyed. You're lucky nobody is hurt!"
"Dunno if I would call that lucky." Sombra teased, pacing between Mercy's splayed feet as she surveyed the damage done. "Well, we'll see how long that lasts either way, won't we, ángel?"
A fury ill-befitting her usual sedate, professional manner surged through Mercy then. She couldn't explain it. Like something snapping at the base of her skull. Like her blood heating up within her very veins, burning hard enough to tingle in the extremities. It moved her limbs before she could stop them. She gritted her teeth, and lifted up her foot. "Maybe we will see how long it lasts!" The foot came down, but met nothing but the hard ground. The clever hacker translocated away in the nick of time, and her simmering anger was without an outlet.
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