Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Olivia Colomar- Ash

It was a 'simple job', her false description repeating itself in your head over and over again, 'go in, get the deed and leave, easy six figure pay-out'. I guess that wasn't too wrong to be fair, there were a few guards near the entrance that Widow dispatched within seconds and then nothing, you could see the deed from the dusky and cobweb ridden corner you had slumped yourself in when out of nowhere you were struck with a debilitating stomach pain and a peculiar feeling of entropy.

You could hear her calls echo throughout the chambers of the decrepit old mansion, 'y/n' she just kept on calling out, the calls were getting closer and clear as she darted from room to room looking for you. Your pathetic calls went unnoticed by her, your piteous voice barely escaped from your cracked and bleeding lips, never mind being able to traverse its way through the winding corridors and hidden rooms of this damned place. Her calls quickly became louder and louder as she barged the weathered door open, wooden splinters and shards sprayed the room, you tried to cover your eyes, but you were too weak.

She shielded her face with her arm and coughed and spluttered before gaining composure "Y/N... help quick... something is wrong with the others." She scanned the room, but she must not have seen you taking refuge in the darkened corner, a small and weak splutter alerted her to your presence.

"Not you too!" Her voice, already so full of pain followed her across the room as she ran and knelt by your side.

"Olivia... I don't feel right." She quickly removed her jacket, revealing her bare arms which immediately became adorned with horripilation as they came into contact with the musky breeze, she lifted your head with the gentlest touch that she could manage and slipped the jacket underneath. "What's going on?" She raised her delicate fingers to your lips and gestured for you to be quiet.

"Stop talking, you're going to be okay amante." Tears soaked her face and dampened the collar of her shirt, her usual calm and confident demeaner had vanished, for what was possibly the first time in her life Olivia did not have the answer and she was not able to figure out what was going on and she did not like it. Through using various things as cushions, she attempted to make you comfortable, but nothing worked.

Your hand turned cold, even colder than you already were, or at least it was cold where your hand once was, you and her both looked down to see nothing but a pile of ash underneath where it should have been, the pile grew larger and large as the rest of your arm slowly disappeared.

"Olivia, if this is another one of your pranks, can you stop? I really don't feel well..."

"This isn't a prank y/n... I don't know what's happening why can't I stop it?!"

"So I guess this is goodbye huh?" she brushed your face, her touch was so cold and pure.

"Na..." You responded through splutters and coughs "never goodbye, go back to HQ, take the deed. Ill be there when you get back..." The creeping coldness moved throughout your body now.

"I'm not leaving you y/n..."

"Go... please..." Very slowly she leant over and planted a single kiss on your forehead before grabbing the deed that lay on a desk and making an exit through a nearby window.

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Written by Aaron.

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