Overwatch - Deception (Sombra x Reader)

Chapter One - An Atypical Night

A rainy night. Another rainy night. Lightning streaked across the sky, and thunder followed swiftly with a dark rumble. Living in Miami had its benefits, and many of them. Long golden beaches, turquoise oceans that were perfect for surfing and giant hulking high-rises which made a skyline of beautiful purples and oranges in the night.

However, like anywhere, Miami also had its drawbacks, one of which being the fact that it suffered from many a storm thanks to its location on the East Coast. You had always enjoyed weather like this, when you were little you would watch it from the window in awe.

But stood there, shivering in the cold beneath an empty bus stop on a desolate street, you were beginning to reconsider that opinion. And of course, after the Omnic Crisis, Miami was a changed city. Much of it was deserted now, and those who did inhabit the place knew to stay inside at times like this. At least, all those except you...

With chattering teeth, you adjusted your coat, fruitlessly trying to keep the water from soaking through the T-shirt that you swore you'd been wearing in the sun just a few hours ago. With a long sigh, you glanced at your watch, shaking your head in annoyance. Late again, you thought to yourself, silently cursing the city's transport system.

Having a bus arrive on time here would be about as unbelievable as having the emergency services do their jobs. Ever since the end of the Omnic Crisis, and the dismantlement of Overwatch with the Petras Act, this city seemed to have slowly wasted away.

Nowadays, even in pleasant weather, the streets and beaches tended to be half-empty, with sinister sirens forming the typical background orchestra. Even now, in the dark of night with a storm overhead, those sirens could still be heard, signalling some distant peril.

As you moved further into the bus stop, still trying to avoid the lashing rain, you thought of the perfect word to describe the state of this place. Depressing.

The minutes rolled by, each second stretching out into what felt like an hour, when finally, the bus arrived. Its hover engines spluttered as it came to a halt, and a quick glance confirmed your suspicions, it was empty. Well almost empty, save for the omnic driver there wasn't a soul aboard the bus, and it wasn't as if omnics had souls anyway.

You stepped up, carefully preventing yourself from slipping on the wet metal stairs. The omnic bus driver turned its head ninety degrees on the spot to face you, feigning friendliness with its monotone voice.

"Welcome to South Miami Buses, here we guarantee that every journey...is a memorable one. Please state the location you wish to travel to" it greeted, waiting silently for your response.

For a moment, you couldn't help yourself, staring into its eyes to determine whether there really was anything behind them. It didn't look like it, this bot was programmed to serve, not for emotion.

"Sector Three Apartment blocks, south entrance" you stated, plunging a hand into your pocket and fumbling for some change.

"Certainly, that will be...error...currency identifier compromised...unable to function. Apologies, your fare has been paid, please take your seat and enjoy the ride" the omnic stuttered, sparks flying from its neck in an odd fashion.

For half a moment, you thought you saw a faint purple light surround the driver and could have sworn you heard a feminine voice giggle. With a shake of your head, you denied it. Must be more tired than I realised, you thought to yourself with a sigh as you took your usual seat near the back.

Not that it much mattered at times like this, but you always preferred sitting at the rear end of the bus, out of the sights of the prying eyes of other travellers. Closing your eyes slowly, you put your head back on the rough fabric of the seat and tried to relax. This journey would take at least twenty minutes, plenty of time for a brief nap.