A/N: Hi guys! So this story was suppose to be the base for a comics I wanted to make, but I don't know how to draw! Funny right? Anyway, I decided to leave it as it is and post it, which is why it's so short. I hope you'll like it nonetheless. It's completely based on "Sombra Origin Story" which was released at the same time as "Infiltration". I just so happen to know it by heart because I had to watch it a lot of times while I was writing Guilty. So I recommend watching it before reading. Oh, and one last thing: Have you been on the Castillo map lately? If so, you probably know that Sombra's bed is occupied by a teddy bear...

Best Friend

He wasn't her best friend then, but he would soon be. Back then, he was only this mass of soft fur, half as big as her, that her parents placed in her crib.

He was her best friend then, and she wouldn't sleep without him. Every night when her parents came to tug her in and kiss her forehead, she would hug him as close as she could. Most of the time he made her forget the power surges, and the gunshots a few blocks away.

She was glad he was her best friend, because he was the only thing she had left. As she trembled in a corner of their tiny home, too shaken to move, to face what those monsters had left behind, she hugged him and closed her eyes. Somehow she dreamed she was back in her bed, waiting for her parents to come tug her in. And somehow, she believed it.

She may have been busy making new "friends", but she never neglected him. Alone in her small room with only her computer to illuminated it, she kept him close, always in her line of sight. He silently encouraged her, urged her to be strong. She tried, everyday she tried.

She left in a hurry, not looking back. But in her bag, amongst the few things she picked up, she took him. As she cowered in a crappy motel room, she hugged him close. She thought she was stronger, but right now she felt once again like a child. She struggled not to cry in fear. She wouldn't. She would become even stronger.

He was by her side, faithful as always, when she suffered through the procedure. When she woke up sweating from pain and discomfort. He was there to comfort her, for her to hold on to when she thought the pain would kill her. Even after all those years he was still there, the only family she had left. And his vibrant inky eyes were all she needed to come out stronger, like she wanted to.

He was still there, resting on her bed for her to hold when sleep had caught up with her, when she had worked until her eyes closed by themselves. Then and only then would she stand from her chair, and fall next to him on her cot. And as she held him close, like she always did, he was the only thing reminding her that there was something bright waiting for her, one day.