Chapter 5
A song softly played in the background, while Sombra gingerly held her eyelids open in the mirror.
‘Why the hell did I agree to this…’
She’d insisted on purple eyes during her surgeries, vanity when she was younger, when she implanted a computer in her spine. There was something about the color aiding her photoreceptors and the tiny computers hiding just behind her irises. She knew the color certainly influenced her look. But now, she was slipping in green contact lenses over her normal eyes, and it frickin sucked.
She also borrowed Overwatch’s fancy and expensive 3D printer to do custom nails, with peppermint stripes along them. She… didn’t want to risk messing up her interfacing nails, of course. That, with a red, white, and green outfit, lead to a rather Christmas spirited Sombra. Even her hair was temporary dyed to reflect the holiday spirit.
Apparently, celebrating the winter holidays was rather popular here at Overwatch. Last season, however, she and Lúcio was dispatched to Numbani for some light reconnaissance, and they weren’t able to celebrate. Even people of different faiths, like Ana and Symmetra celebrated. An Overwatch Halloween was something she did participate in, and she’d noticed some people had went all out.
Either way, she was dressing up.
She stepped out of her room, smirking from the knowledge that her outfit was top-notch. She walked into the commons, only to be met by a white gorilla, an icicle clad Pharah, a reindeer-esque Mako, red and green dressed Gabe (including a paired cheesy christmas sweater with Jack), a scroogey McCree (in dress only, of course, he loved holidays), a frosty Zarya, and a group of people huddling around the tree over in the corner.
Everyone raised a glass or welcomed Sombra in one way or another, including Genji bringing over a glass of champagne, with an accompanying “Merry Christmas!”
She smiled, blushed slightly, and said thank you.
“After the party, I do believe me and Lena will be free. Feel free to stop by,” Genji stated, with a smirk somehow audible under the mask.
“I might just have to. Thank you, again,” She chuckled, taking the glass gingerly, and walking over to the tree.
Lucio, Tracer, Torbjorn, and Mei were all happily decorating the tree, with Lucio’s music quietly beating, making them work faster than they normally would have. Sombra snuck up behind Lena, who was dressed somewhat like an elf, and smirked.
“I know who’s been naughty,” she whispered, with Lena's surprised yelp quite funny, enough to solicit a giggle from Sombra.
“I’m sure you do…” Lena responded, turning around. Her eyes grew wide, and a smile quickly grew across her face. “Guys! Sombras all dressed up!”
People in the room who hadn’t noticed her arrival, including pink-cheeks, as she had come to know D.Va, and Angela, all turned around, with a couple of murmurs of approval. However, some claps were let out, and Sombra let out a small bow.
Sombra sipped on her champagne and let everyone do their mingling, while she did the same. The four decorating the tree wouldn’t stop until everything was perfect, and she decided to talk to others.
“Ey, pinkie,” Sombra chuckled, walking over to D.Va. “Feliz Navidad.”
D.Va smiled, but looked very, very confused. “I’m sorry?”
“Feliz Navidad. Don’t you know what that means?”
“I don’t, sorry. Gabe?” D.Va responded, catching Reapers attention as he walked by.
Reaper wasn’t really the right name for him anymore. After he agreed to leave Talon, a deal was struck. Angela and all the leading experts in medicine would reconstruct his body. He looked just the way he did before the incident, and had gotten rid of much of his mean demeanor.
“Yes?” he asked, walking over with a mug of eggnog in his hand.
“What does Felix Navidead mean?” D.Va asked, butchering the words beyond recognition.
“You mean Feliz Navidad?” he responded, chuckling slightly. “It means Merry Christmas.”
D.Va smiled, and thanked Gabe as he walked away. “Merry Christmas to you too, Sombra.”
Sombra sipped on her champagne while she looked around the room. It seemed as if everyone was here. Even Widow was lounging on the couch, talking to Hanzo. Angela and Pharah seemed to be getting a bit… heavy under the mistletoe, and there was no doubt they’d be leaving rather shortly.
‘I guess agreeing to it wasn’t so bad after all.’