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Widowmaker Had a Friend Once

"When I was a little girl, I had a fear of spiders..."

"Widowmaker, stop monologuing! We've heard you say the same thing several times already!" Sombra whined as she hacked onto webkinz to check on the weasel she just adopted.

Widowmaker hated everyone at Talon for several reasons:

1.) They turned her blue.

2.) Sombra won't shut up half the time.

3.) Everyone won't let her finish monologuing.

It was so annoying that Widowmaker didn't want to be friends with them at all. Reaper acted like a bossy emo vape flash drive, Sombra was always being Sombra, Moira was always being weird, Sigma's feet smelled bad and refused to wear socks, and Doomfist takes over the entire fucking couch. Widow would always savor the times she was at her giant mansion at home... Until Sombra found out where she lived through google. Now she can't go anywhere to get away from her co-workers.

Even though she was surrounded by people, Widowmaker found herself feeling lonely. Whenever she wanted to be social, she had no one she wanted to talk with. She wasn't desperate enough to talk to her co workers, causing her to brood even more. And with her brooding came the monologuing. Moments like this makes her wish she didn't kill her husband.

"Guys we need to get Widow a friend." Reaper declared at his secret secret meeting with everyone but Widowmaker present.

"Why do you care, Gabe?" Sombra said as she looked down at her phone.

"I have to in order for the plot to progress, Sombra."

"Well I think it's a waste of time, shouldn't we be taking over the world or something?"

"Nah that can wait for a bit, let's just buy Widow a pet."

"Can I get a pet, too?" Sigma asked curiously.

"I also wish for a pet." Moira added.

"No! None of you are responsible enough to have pets!" Reaper pointed his fingers at the crazy scientists. "We're focusing on Widowmaker, not whatever we want!"

"But you promised me that you would buy me enough rabbits to experiment on!" Moira yelled.

"Do you think I want to spend my money buying death-row tickets for rabbits when I could be saving up enough money to get My Chemical Romance back together?!"

"Gabe, it's like 2070. All the members are dead." Sombra pointed out.

"Not once I pay Angela to rez the entire band!" Reaper screamed.

"I just want a pet." Sigma pouted, petting the air as if he had an invisible rabbit.

"No, Sigma. We're getting Widow a pet that she will enjoy: A spider." He pulled up a google search of spiders on his holo-computer.

"Aight I'm out." Moira said as she left the room. "I don't do spiders."

"Back to the presentation, Widowmaker talks a lot about spiders."

"Because they 'don't feel anything just like her'; we know. Look, just buy her the damn spider already IDGAF." Sombra shrugged.

"The voices in my head are screaming." Sigma said off topically.

"Alright then, that ends my whole presentation. " Reaper turned to vape and left.

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The next day, Widowmaker was looking out the window as it was raining. She was preparing for her monologue until she saw a tarantula reflecting from the window along with her annoying co-workers.