Three of a kind.

Two pairs.

Full house wins.

Oh come on!

Hm?

Woo! Suck it!

How are you so good at Texas Hold Em'?

Hey. Hey!

What?

There here.

What? Agh! You guys! Right story! It's been nearly a month?! Sorry! Things have been busy, so I've had to write when I could when I could. Hopefully you enjoy it.

"This is stupid."

"You look nice!"

"I look like an idiot."

"No you don't!"

"Yes. I do."

"Lucio, what do you think?"

"It's…not him."

"He looks like an idiot."

"Shut up Hana!"

"What do you think Angie?"

"Umm… It's different…"

Mad Dawg looked at the clothes he was wearing. A long sleeved, collared shirt and cargo pants. He was looking at a mirror with an annoyed face.

"This ain't me." Mad Dawg shook his head. "Sorry Lena."

"Aww! But you look nice!" Lena protested.

"No. He doesn't." Hana cut in.

"Then YOU find something!" Lena shot back, arms crossed.

Hana shrugged and walked away. Mad Dawg sighed, sliding down onto a bench. They had been at this for hours. Angela and Lena had practically dragged Mad Dawg to the town's mall in order to try and find him some clothes. He didn't argue. He didn't want to make Angela or Lena upset. Thankfully, Lucio and Hana had decided to join them, Lucio due to the fact that he felt that girls trying to buy clothes for a boy would end poorly, (so far they had), and Hana because… Mad Dawg had no idea why. Speaking of which, Hana came back and handed him a trench coat, a t-shirt, and grey track pants. Looking at them for a moment, he shrugged and walked back to the change room. After getting changed he walked back out.

"Dude! You look great!" Lucio exclaimed.

"I…I like it!" Mad Dawg agreed looking at himself in the mirror.

"It does suite you." Angela commented.

Mad Dawg looked beyond them and towards the exit to the mall, in his mind he was calculating who would be able to get past the security cameras and who could be a distraction… Currently his thought was Hana would distract the cashier and Lena would run. He'd stay behind and knock witnesses out if need be.

"Hey, MD. You alright man?" Lucio asked, waving his hand in front of Mad Dawg's face. It took a few moments, but Mad Dawg came back into reality.

"Yeah. What're the odds we can get outta here before they contact security?" He asked. Slightly gripping a bag.

The group looked around before Hana simply asked: "What?"

Angie went quiet, then her eyes widened slightly. She reached out and put her hand on his shoulder.

"You don't have to worry about stealing your own clothes dear." She said reassuringly. "We support one another, we'll cover it."

While the other three had been arguing, they stopped when they saw the look on Mad Dawg's face. Normally, he was laughing, hollering, shouting at someone over something, or was just in a good mood. But now, he seemed like he was about to cry.

"Hey. Doggo." Lucio said. "It's all right man."

"It's just… You guy pulled me form a terrorist base and gave me a place to crash. You don't ask about what I've gone through, you just accept me… And I never go to thank you for that."

"Are...are you dying or something?" Hana asked, wide-eyed.

"No. Not yet." Mad Dawg laughed, wiping his eyes. "I'm being deadly serious though. Thank you for what you've done for me."

The others smiled, Tracer felt like hugging Mad Dawg, and the others smiled. After buying the clothes, Mad Dawg slipped the trench coat on. The group went to the food court to get lunch. Lena got some sushi, Hana got some fires, Lucio got a hot dog, Angela got some ramen, and Mad Dawg got some tacos.

"So like, you guys have been to Dorado, but where else have you been?" Mad Dawg asked.

"Hollywood." Lucio stated.

"Kings Row." Hana added.

"Eichenwalde, and Hanamura, and Ilios. To name a few." Angela finished.

"Where've you been Doggy?" Hana asked, her mouth full of fries.

"Doggy? Really?" Mad Dawg mumbled. "Aye… Uh, I've been to San Francisco, Canada and Scotland."

"How'd you get to Scotland and back?" Lucio asked, genuinely perplexed.

"I ended up on a boat, then I jumped onto a freight train. Then just kinda kicked around Orkney for a year or two, learned how to make some good firemilk, then I jumped on a fishing boat and came back." He took another bite of his taco before adding. "Started freight-jumping. It took me awhile, but I saw a lot of cool places. Never stayed in one place for too long. Eventually I ended up in San Francisco. That's where I decided I needed a place to live. I think that's why I enjoyed the train yard so much. It reminded me of the good times."

The others seemed captivated, but rather than continue his story, the author decided he needed to continue the overarching story, so Mad Dawg resumed his tacos. Lucio his phone then smirked somewhat turned to Hana.

"Seems like Virus' new track took your newest gameplay video down." He commented. Hana's face seemed to turn red and she growled something in Korean. Lucio backed away somewhat, and Angela tried to hide her laugh. Lena just shot Lucio an annoyed look. Mad Dawg just blinked.

"Who's Virus?"

"Man, I wish I was you." Lucio shook his head. "Virus is a 'EDM-DJ', his words not mine. He uses his music and concerts to supposedly raise money to help families affected by the Omnic Blackout, and just general crappy events in general. But…"

"Wait. Let me guess." Mad Dawg cut him off. "He was an asshatic douchebag who kept the money for himself and gave barely any to anyone who needed it!"

"Yup."

"Ah, so he's the musician version of Hana?"

Lena and Angela both froze where they were, food in the air. Lucio stared in honest shock before bursting out laughing. Hana was redder than before and grabbed a plastic knife, ready to stab Mad Dawg with it. Only for him to suddenly appear in the record shop on the other side of the mall.

Thanks man.

Now free from the raging gamer, Mad Dawg looked through the records. He went to the V section and found one of Virus' records. The title was New City Old People.

Wow. That's just sad. Mad Dawg thought. How wannabe hard core is this… His thoughts died off when he realized something.

"Hi Doggie…" A familiar female voice came. Mad Dawg's face drained of colour and he slowly reached for a knife, but a hand grabbed his before he could. Looking over his shoulder, he saw Sombra grinning at him, she wasn't wearing the clothes she had when he first met. Her eyes were covered by glasses.

"You…" Mad Dawg began. "Who are you again?"

Sombra's face almost immediately dropped to an annoyed look. She flatly stared at him before letting go of his hand.

"Really?" She frowned. "You don't remember me? How I helped you when we first met? How I saved you from being cut open by Talon's scientists? None of that?"

"First, You said your name once, You didn't help me at all, and it was never established what they wanted with me other than to use me for something. You've been in I think like two chapters and haven't contributed much to my story so…yeah. I don't remember you."

Sombra seemed a mixture of annoyed and confused by half the things which Mad Dawg had said in the last few moments. Then her smile returned.

"Wow. Okay, y'know, a 'Thank you for saving my life' would've been sufficient."

"Yeah, but also being part of a deadly terrorist group which kidnapped a underage kid… makes me NOT wanna thank you for any potentially good thing you did." Mad Dawg retorted. "If you want me to thank you, then tell me what it is about me that you know that your obviously hiding in attempt to blackmail me or whatever."

Sombra smile grew wider. "Oh, you wanna know about your past? Don't worry, you'll know soon enough Pastelito." She said before poking his nose. "Boop."

"Whoa, what're you talking abou-she's gone." Mad dawg began then stopped seeing that Sombra had disappeared.

"What was she talking about?" Mad Dawg muttered. "…This is gonna be a thing for a few chapters ain't it?"

Mayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyybe.

"Mad Dawg!"

Turning he saw Lena, Hana, Lucio, and Angela entering the store.

"Where were you?! You LITERALLY disappeared!" Hana exclaimed.

Author. Help.

A.N. That's all folks! See ya next time! For Mad Dawg's Christmas Special of Good Times and Stuff… See ya then!