imagine: Sombra in her old los muertos get-up and a shit-eating grin, and behind her, little glowing skeletons trying to act all spooky

ribbons-halos:

McCree: *walking through the door* Anyone home?

Sombra: Don’t turn on the lights, Jesse! Come to the kitchen. 

McCree: Hmmm, okay? 

McCree: *walks into the kitchen to find Sombra in glowing yellow neon painted like bones and a sugar skull over her face*

Sombra: *grins as little giggles echo behind her legs*

McCree: Ahhh… You’re a frightening sight, darlin’. I don’t think my poor heart took take any more frights—

*Little Noé, Ana and Magdala jump out from behind Sombra, shouting with glowing skeleton costumes and various colors of glowing face paint*

McCree: *exaggerated* AHH! Oh no! Little demons and goblins are everywhere!