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*Y/n pov*
Slowly waking up I slowly get up this time not being awoken by another mission or even sombra, instead I'm met with a an empty room... Why... Do I feel disappointed?
Hm, proberbly just the lack of work.
Getting up I sort myself out and give myself a wash before finding a small note taped to my mask, picking it up I read it.
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Hola,
Me, widow and Gabe are going on a mission, soooooo you're in charge of taking care of sigma (Doomfist doesn't like taking care of him LoL) I'll make sure to bring you some... Trinkets back.
Sombra~♡
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Hm alright then. I'm guessing sigma is the old dude with the floating powers.
Walking over to the door I open-.
Sigma:Hello!
Y/n:Shit!
Jumping out of my skin as I open the door I fall on my ass the old man right outside the door, sigma helping me up as he stammers apologetically.
Sigma:W-well I'm sorry young man, I was going to knock but I was a bit preoccupied.
Y/n:Yea yea, it's fine.
Nodding he gets off me as we walk down the hallway.
Sigma:Now I take it you where told what we'll be doing?
Roughly scratching my neck I smirk.
Y/n:I was told I've gotta take care of you.
Sigma:Exactly! Now I have no clue why Sombra insists on having me watched.
Turning into the catheteria it's completely empty, even the cooks and servers are gone from behind the counters... At least there's food still here.
Y/n:Well I guess she cares about you.
Dishing myself up some food sigma carries on.
Sigma:Well if that's right then she must care about you then.
Wait what?
Y/n:What do you mean?
Sombra:Well Sombra came to me and asked me to look after you, though I don't know how we can look after each other.
Opting not to sit in the cafe I walk out with my tray sigma following beside me, humming some tune.
Y/n:Well thats...
Getting back to my room he carries on talking, the clocks and machines catching his attention
Sigma:Ooo marvelous, did you make these contraptions?
The man cometely forgetting about his food he floats over to the workshop portion of my room, following him he starts messing with my machines.
Sigma:How do they work?
Y/n:Pft one question at a time big guy.
Sigma:Sorry but these are, interesting.
Patting him on the shoulder I point back over to my living room section of my room.
Y/n:now go eat and I'll answer your questions.
Sigma:Oh yes yes... My food.
Seeing him sit down at my table I start tinkering with my robots, munching on my food every so often as we conversate.
