I'm already Tracer

by Spazz Kid

First published February 22nd, 2021 02:20

Jason is a fairly casual Overwatch fan, and Comicon is just around the corner.

He's never really played the game, and only knows two characters, and since he's bad at making cosplay, he goes with Tracer, who he knows a decent amount about. Since he likes the look of the graffiti skin, he decides to cosplay as that.

When he arrives, he's surrounded by people with actual talent...

Then he met The Merchant, who sold him what he was missing at an incredibly low price.

Then he passes out, and he wakes up in a weird version of Equestria.
Also, he's now Tracer.

Whoo boy, this is a big one.

Warning! contains : Profanity, OCs, sexual jokes, sex(Yes, I'm serious), violence, and a very immature sense of humor.

Chapters

Ch 1 - This is normal, this is fine

Ch 1 - This is normal, this is fine
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I'm already Tracer

Ch 1 - This is normal, this is fine

Have you ever gone to a convention?

If not, hey! Join the club. Well, at least, I was part of the "club" until now, where I stand in the middle of the convention center, wearing an old, baggy blue hoodie, weird sneakers I found, fingerless gloves, black bandanna, and these thick goggles I bought on the way here.

I'm "cosplaying" as Tracer, from Overwatch. Not her original look, though, that one graffiti skin? Yeah, that one. Now, if you think this get-up looks bad, just wait until you see what I had for her normal look.

Anyway, hi! Name's Jason! Last name's Ortiz, if that's important.
Now, currently, I'm looking around for something to do, completely lost, and looking at people with actually good looking cosplay, and I'm starting to feel my confidence in this whole convention thing dwindle faster than Sonic runs.

And then? I see this massive stand, I mean massive. It has everything! I mean, is that a replica of the buster blade? Vincent Valentine's gun? The master sword? The Master Sword? Jesus Christ, this is heaven!

And, to add to the awesomeness, the guy running the stand is dressed as the merchant from Resident Evil 4!

"'ello." I say, walking up to the stand, and gawking at the collection of items in front of me, like, wow...

"Like what you see, eh?" The guy says, with a decent impression of the Merchant guy. Though, to be fair, it could also be spot-on, I don't exactly remember what the guy actually sounds like. "Tracer, hm? I think I got something for you..." He then ducks behind the stand for a few seconds, before popping back out with a couple things in his hands, all of them for the Tracer skin I was currently cosplaying; The mask, the goggles, the chest module thing, and the gloves! "Here you are. So, you wanna buy?"

"Uh..." I mutter, searching my pockets for my wallet. "Yeah, hold on." I found it, and looked inside it.

Damn.
20 dollars? In a convention? That's like walking into a mall with three pennies.

I pull out the bill. "Uh... I can't actually-" I mutter.

He reaches froward and grabs it out of my hand, looks at it, and puts it into his pocket as he pushes the merchandise forward. "Perfect. I see we have come to an agreement."

I gawk at him. This has to be dream. "Uh..... seriously?" I asked stupidly. "There is no way these are that cheap."

"Hey." The man said, still in character. "It's all right. You have no idea how much business I get. Besides, I needed to sell these quickly anyway."

That made sense, seeing how amazing his stock was. "T-thank you." I thanked him, taking the stuff.

"Go ahead, put them on." The Merchant said, urging me on.

I switched out my crappy attempts at the items I was now putting on, now adding the chest module thing I can't remember the name of. Surprisingly, it fits perfectly.

I look back at him, and he had a small mirror set up. "Take a look!" He says.

I look into it, and honestly, I don't look bad. I feel myself smiling behind my new mask.

"You like?" He asks. I nod gleefully.

Hey, I'm feelin' a little... tired...

"Great!" I hear him say as I fall to the ground. His posture stiffens. "Enjoy Equestria, my friend. And good luck! You're going to need it."

That's all I hear him say before I black out.

Soft....

Grass.....

Wait, grass?

I sit up quickly, and I feel like someone just hit me over the head with a hammer.... a couple hundred times.

I bring my hand to my head with a groan, and my voice sounds...off. In fact, everything seems off. For one, my hand looks smaller.

I stand up quickly, and immediately, I realize I'm wearing skinny jeans. Why is that important? Because I wasn't before I passed out in front of that stand.

I look down and....

Holy shit....

I have boobs.

When did I get boobs? What the fuck's going on? Is someone fucking with me, are these fake?

I bring my hand up and.. nope. Defiantly not fake.

"What is going on?" I hear a woman say exactly what I was thinking from what sounds like behind me. I spin around as quickly as I can. "Hello?" I try to say, but a woman's voice originated from my throat. The voice sounded oddly familiar.

"Okay..." My new voice says, experimenting, seeing of this was actually happening. Wait, I think I know where I recognize that voice from. I try my best English accent. "Alright, testing, testing- holy shit." No way.

I sound like Tracer.

I lower the hoodie's... hood, and I push my gloved fingers through my now spiky hair as it springs outward to the right.

"This is crazy..." I say without the accent.

Now, just to make sure, I reach my hands behind me and... yep, I defiantly got an ass now, so that's cool.
I'll explore that later....

Okay, so, my surroundings, where am I?

I look around me to see a large grass covered field. Behind me seems to be a rather thick forest, as I can't see inside it. I also seem to be on a slight angle in the field, which falls down to a dirt road. I run down to it, and with a light clunk from my new, metal-lined shoes, I land on the road.

I look left; there seems to be a town in the distance; and to my right; there's an orchard. I feel strong urge to go to the town first, because it looks closer. I begin to jog towards the town.

I feel... faster.
Like, so much faster.
I'm even moving faster!

My legs are starting to move really quickly, and the thunk of my shoes is getting rapid.

"SHIT!" I exclaimed, tripping. I am not used to moving my legs that fast. I'm now flying through the air, and tumbling on the dirt road. "Ow..." I think I sprained my ankle, shit..

Yeah, no more running for me.

Fuck, it hurts...

"Hey!" Someone to my right shouted to me. "You okay?"

She lands next to me- wait.. lands? I look over an- WHAT THE FU-

"Hi!" The horse... thing?... says. She reaches her hand forward for me to grab.

I just stare at it, absolutely terrified.

"Uh.... you okay?" She says, her face one of concern.

"Y-yeah!" I say loudly in character, grabbing her hand. She pulls me up. I'm a little shorter than her. "Name's Lena! But you can call me Tracer!" I don't know why, but I really feel like I should be in character for this.

"Well, 'Tracer', you tripped pretty badly there." Her large magenta eyes were practically boring into my soul. She looked down at my leg, specifically the one I had raised a little due to the pain. "You sure you're okay?"

"Yep!"

"Well, uh, name's Rainbow Dash." She said, shaking my hand.

"Nice to meet you Rainbow Da-" Hold the phone.

I've heard that name before...