Another day passed in front of your eyes. You hadn't done anything but finish your cosplay. All last night you styled your wig, and even though you put in tiring hours, it still didn't feel perfect. By perfect, you meant good enough for him. You became anxious, but thankfully, Carolina was coming over.

The doorbell rang. It was her, with your prop pistols painted perfectly. She also had another huge bag of supplies in her car. "Huh. Didn't expect you to be this early."

She strutted in, dropping all her things on the dining room table without a care. "Exactly! I just love seeing your face surprised." Carolina unzipped your bag. "I got a lot of work done last night. The dress is almost done, still going legging hunting...you?"

You beckoned your friend upstairs. "You'll freak when you see this." Carolina sprinted behind you at breakneck pace. Then, you opened the door to your bedroom, the wig standing on the bedside table. "How about them apples?"

A smile went across her face. "That looks amazing, [YN]. Fabulous! I can't wait to see it on you!" She looked at your face, mimicking it. "You seem suddenly sad. Why?"

You managed to show her a half-smile. "I...just don't think it'll be good enough for him."

"For who-oh, I see it now." She sat down on your bed without permission. "How the heck did you meet this...ShadowStorm anyways?"

You sighed, plopping down beside her. "It's a bit of a story…"

It was another Wednesday at your house. You were younger then, and obsessed with the birth of technology. Sometimes, you still regret it.You were mindlessly scrolling through YouTube. Nothing seemed to pop out. The titles seemed all the same. You had watched all the videos you had ever wanted. Or so you thought.

The Trending tab? You had seen it all. The last thing you watched was some girl ranting on how bad her life was. You felt sorry for her at first, then you realized she was only a girl on a video. Comforting her sounded pointless.

"Whatcha up to, little sis?"You almost jumped out of your seat. It was your brother. He was only two years older than you, but it felt like a huge gap in both gender and age. He didn't seem to get you.

"N-Nothing," you muttered, closing out of the tab and trying to pull up something else. "Just bored."

"Huh. Bored, eh? What were you doing before you were bored?" He cast you a look of 'I know you were on YouTube, don't try to hide it.'

You sighed. "Watching a girl rant on how much her life sucks."

He laughed. "Isn't that what YouTube is, anyways? Either that or Minecraft videos. Or maybe some other things, but, eh...who cares. What are you looking for?" He peeked right over your ear, clicking in the search box.

"I don't know, really...I just died of boredom from watching said Minecraft videos. I just want something new. Something that will keep me watching, not hopping from channel to channel." You gave him a disgusted expression. "Got anything?"

He stared at you, blocking your computer. "Do you like watching people open things?"

"Eugh, no."

He cackled at your response. "Good. That was a joke. Now get out of the Captain's Chair, Captain, and let your First Lieutenant handle things."

You didn't like his jokes. They never seemed to work out. Also, he babied you too much. Didn't he know you were too old for this? You obeyed his command, getting out of your office chair and letting him take the mouse and the keyboard. "Ever heard of Overwatch?"

The name sounded familiar from somewhere. "Yeah, I've heard of it. Never seen it in action, however." You didn't know where he would take you.

"Good, because I know a channel that will teach you all you'd ever want to know about the game." He typed in a simple keyword or two. "He's called ShadowStorm." The name had a wonderful ring to it.

"Okay…?" You were still questioning this guy.

He scrolled through his uploads. "Okay. I'll show you one called 'What if Sombra is a Cyborg?' It's one of my personal favorites, I must sa-"

You cut him off as you paused the ad. "Who's Sombra?"

He let out a fake gasp. "Oh, you haven't heard of Sombra, one of the world's most notorious hackers?"

"That's right, I haven't." You were growing impatient. "I'm growing impatient. Show me the video."

"Okay, okay…" Your brother skipped the ad with a devilish smirk, and the video began. "Hey guys! It's ShadowStorm here with another Overwatch video! This one's on Sombra, one of Overwatch's relatively new heroes, and funny story, I came up with this theory in the middle of…" His voice seemed to trail off in your mind. This channel was perfect. The excellent commentary,the viewer interaction, even the pleasant sound of his voice. It was all exceptional. You had found the one.

"Yo, sis?" Your brother gave you the crazy eye. You prayed that he didn't notice how you looked in that one moment. "You liking the video?"

"Y-Y...Yes, I mean. I like it. A lot." You caught yourself before you could say something too personal. Good girl.

"Good! I'm glad to hear it! Now, uh, I'll leave and shut up so you can watch your video in peace. Dinner's in a bit."

"Okay!" You screamed, sitting in the chair and continuing to watch. That's where your addiction started. That Wednesday night, you had binge-watched all his videos and bought Overwatch. You loved it all, the videos, the lore, the everything.

Now, you knew your brother would freak when he figured out you were meeting ShadowStorm in person.