I received a lovely anon thought about Sombra feeling sick after using her translocator but instead of it being just from the translation, it came from something else.
*wink wonk*
Sickness
McSombra. Pregnancy. Fluff. Vomiting.
The files are hidden behind simple firewalls. Tapping her nails along the purple infected keyboards, she breaks through. The little protection of the company’s secrets are only tissue paper to her. One by one, she breaks the code, taking what wanted to be left hidden.
“Are you finished yet?” Reaper’s voice growls into her ear.
“You always rush me,” she pouts into her commlink, straightening out of the simple office chair. The security guards still lie on the floor. Taking her wires from the computer system, the glowing screen displays a purple skull before crashing completely. Just a little gift she’ll behind.
“Sombra,” his gravel like cords demand as shotguns sound in the background. He must not like the company.
“Meet you at the ship, Gabe,” she says, leaving him to his own task.
Curling her nails into a loose fist, she translocates.
The early morning sun just peeks over the horizon as Sombra appears on top of the roof. Their ship will drop in soon enough after Reaper joins her.
It comes in a sudden wave. Nausea. She grits her teeth before closing her eyes. It will pass soon enough. It will pass, it will pass, it will pass. Breathing in through her nose, and out through her mouth, Sombra keeps her jaw held tightly.
Saliva gathers in her mouth, and she doubles over to vomit.
~My Tumblr Back-Up And Stuffs~ 