"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.
---
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.
"Zhe fuck. What is this?" She asked Doomfist, who was just standing there as confused as she was.
"Shit it's a spider." Doomfist said flatly as he smashed it with his giant ass gauntlet.
"How did a spider get in here?" Widow asked she walked away with Doomfist.
Reaper facepalmed himself, wanting to die, die, die. He forgot that Doomfist hates spiders. He spider proofed the base, for crying out loud. This pet delivery was gonna be harder than he thought.
For the next next day, he bought another tarantula from the pet store and vaped his way back to the base. This time, he was gonna be more direct about presenting the spider to her.
Appearing outside her mansion, he knocked on the door. No answer. So, he broke down the door with his foot and walked over to where Widow was laying on the floor with a wine bottle in hand.
"Hey, I got you a friend." Reaper took the tarantula out of it's cage and gave it to her. Putting the bottle down, she took the spider with both hand and stared into it's eight eyes.
"It's a spider... I love her."
"Wait, it's a g-"
"Charlotte will be your name, like the fictional spider that haunted me as a child." In her drunken state, she carried the spider up the stair and into her room. Reaper looked down at the wine bottles on the floor, picking them up to test which ones were full or which ones were empty. He found a full bottle Burgundy and ran.
Widow's brooding and monologues have ended all together once Charlotte came into her life. She often mumble in French to her and take her on missions. They even had a high five. Charlotte was smart and stayed hidden throughout the base, but would always come back to Widow.
Then there was that faithful day.
It was around 9:00 when it happened. The lounge room held the Widow and her companion, reading a book with a tall glass of wine for her and a shot glass for the spider. Reaper had fell asleep on the couch, making it possible for Sombra to draw on his mask with permanent sharpie without him noticing. Sigma and Moira were watching a rom com anime, the only type of show they could compromise on. All was peaceful...
Until HE showed up.
"Good morning every- WHAHHHH!" Doomfist streaked like a little girl. His eyes widened at the sight of Charlotte, her furry little leg waved at him. The scream triggered Sigma, causing him to have flashbacks of being sucked into the blackhole.
It was brutal.
Rocks were flying, fists were flying. And the shot glass of wine tipped over and spilled into a red puddle on the floor. Widow's expression through the entire thing was emotionless. Reaper cried into his hands at the devastation before him. Moira was so disgusted that she couldn't look away. And Sombra laughed.
Charlotte was no more. Where she had stood was replaced with rubble, rocks, and her dead corpse.
"FUCKIN SPIDERS." Doomfist yelled as he left the room embarrassed and angry.
The room feel silent, everyone's eyes were on Widowmaker. They all were waiting for her to react, to say something.
She eventually broke the silence, "I fucking hate you all." Her tone was flat, but everyone knew that she was hurt on the inside. She chugged down the rest of the wine in her glass and left the room.
Reaper hated that all their efforts to get Widow a friend were for nothing. He spent at least $80 buying spiders, and that money came out of his savings. But he knew that there would be another set of new monologues coming along about spiders. The least he could do was perform a funeral service for what remained of Charlotte.
The affair happened on a cloudy day outside the Talon base. Widow wanted an open casket, and for the spider to be cremated. The cremation services refused to cremate a spider, so Moira volunteered to cremate Charlotte. So, they invited the whole Talon base to the funeral. Only few showed up, including Maximillian with two bottles of booze.
Widowmaker spoke on the microphone, "Merci everyone for coming over to Charlotte's final goodbye." She gestured to the tiny wooden coffin with Charlotte's remains inside, tucked in with a Puff's Ultra Soft Tissue. "When I was a little girl, I had a fear of spiders. I was told that they felt no emotion, that their hearts never beat. But my parents were judgmental assholes. Charlotte had emotions and her heart was bigger than her entire body. None of you could see it; only that she was a spider. Fuck all of you, you heartless sons of bitches. " She signaled Moira to start the cremation.
"Ok, so I googled how to cremate a spider and I found nothing so I'm just going to use this blowtorch I found in the garage." Moira put on her welding mask and blasted the tiny coffin with fire.
Sombra turned on the music, playing Someone Like You by Adele. Widowmaker took a water bottle and a plastic syringe from the table and placed small droplets of water on her face.
"Does it look like I'm crying?" Widowmaker asked Sigma.
"You should add more tears." Sigma answered.
Widowmaker placed more drops of water on her cheeks as she watched her friend turn to ashes.
RIP Charlotte the Spider