New Lights and an Old West

Chapter 5

"Mother." a young boy stood straight as he addressed Symmetra, "I have cleaned my room and kept it up to your standards!" he reported.

Symmetra smirked a bit, "Well, then I guess I should inspect it." she walked towards the door in front of her and opened it.

Inside, a boy's room was completely clean.
No mark.
No spot.

No stain.
No ruffle.
No crease.
Nothing, absolutely nothing was out of place.

Symmetra turned on her goggles, then zoomed in on the boy's counter.
Flawlessly clean.

The woman rubbed her index finger across it surface and nodded when she heard a satisfying squeak.

"Excellent." Symmetra stood straight and looked at her son, "Your room is up to my par." she nodded and patted his head, "Now you may watch television. I will call you when your father gets home so we can eat." she walked out.

The trip to her room was long, due to the size of the house she owned.

"Let us see if he actually cleaned up before he left today..." Symmetra growled as she walked up some turned left at a hall, then saw the door wide open.

"..." the silent anger started to come out of her lips.

Symmetra continued her journey and opened the door, then saw the room was in complete disarray-
Or at least that's what she thought. To be honest, there was only a few clothes on the ground, the bed was unmade, and there was a few overturned things on the counters.

Regardless, this was a calamity.

"I told him... to... clean up..." Symmetra growled and immediately started to clean the room, "I swear I will not give him any of his mashed potatoes when he gets home as retribution for this... disaster." she folded the bedsheets rapidly, then turned her sights to the clothes on the floor. "Filth." she grunted when she picked up some jeans and threw them at the laundry chute in disgust. This cleaning continued for quite some while until everything was deemed perfect, which ended when Symmetra fixed the position of the clock by .000000003 degrees.

However, the clock alerted her.

It was 12 o'clock.

"It's High Noon!" a voice yelled as the door opened, the slam being heard throughout the house.

Symmetra walked out and towards the stairs that led down, bumping into a very familiar face.

"Well hello there." a gallant cowboy stood by the door with a bouquet of flowers, "If it isn't my lil' Injun." he pointed at her and tipped his hat.

Symmetra, however, was still not pleased.

"Look, I know I left the room a mess." the cowboy said, "But you gotta understand, the boss don't take too kindly for late folk." he said, "But I brought you this." he handed the flowers to her, "The man at the store said they were straight from Inja."

Symmetra looked at the flowers, all perfectly aligned in a square form.

"Well, I do not see why not." the woman smiled and held the bouquet, "Son, get down here, you're father's home." she called out.

"Where's the little man?" the cowboy said, "Papa McCree's home." he chuckled and pulled out another gift, "But before he comes down, I think I should spoil you a bit more."

"And what could this be?" Symmetra asked in curiosity, then opened the bag and saw a brand new pair of prism earrings, "McCree, you shouldn't have." she gasped.

"Hello, father." the boy came down the stairs and stood straight in front of McCree, "How was your day?"

"Enough formalities, little man." McCree spoke as Symmetra was too into her gifts, "I got a gift for you." he chuckled, "Now are you happy, Symmy?" he chuckled, "I hope you are."

The boy looked at McCree.

"Because I think this will make us all really happy now." McCree walked outside.

Symmetra waited, and waited.

"Come here, Rex." McCree spoke, and bloodhound walked inside with him.

Symmetra stood silent as she looked at the animal, then sighed, rolled her eyes, and fainted.

"Uh oh..."

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Symmetra groaned as she woke up later that day, the night sky shining through the windows, "Mc... McCree?" she looked at the cowboy at the foot of their bed, "What.. what happened."

"Seems you got a little stun eye." McCree chuckled, "Rex has been with you all the way."

"Who-" Symmetra felt a warm body on her right side, then turned slowly and gasped when she saw the dog, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa..." she stammered as the dog rolled over.
"WHAT IS THIS!?" she yelled and jumped up.

"That's purebred bloodhound-" McCree gagged when Symmetra grabbed his poncho, "Agh!"

"I mean why is it in my villa?" Symmetra growled and looked at him, "Why is this beast in my house, on my bed, and my being?" she shuffled away from the dog.

McCree whistled and the dog jumped over Symmetra and onto his lap, "What's wrong, Symmy? Ain't you like a good hound?" he rubbed the dog's back.

Symmetra looked in disdain at the dog, "No."

McCree groaned and walked towards the nightstand, then pulled out a cigar, "Well, I don't see why it's so wro-"

"Dogs are disgusting creatures." Symmetra shuddered, "Shedding hair, and overturning all that is orderly!" she grunted and crossed her arms.

McCree frowned, "Now, Symmy, please control yourself. Dog's man's best friend here." he grumbled and patted Rex, "Ain't too many of God's critters called that." he tipped his hat.

Symmetra stood up and walked to the door, "Here's the door, please take that beast out."

"Now Now." McCree stood and crossed his arms, "I paid 2,000 dollars for this dog, I ain't returning him."

"2000 dollars!?" Symmetra gasped in shock, "That's- That's-"

"Hey, your gifts and the like cost me more-"

"Why are you spending so much money?" Symmetra asked in anger, "I know I'm Vishkar North America's President- But be more frugal." she crossed her arms, "Now... the dog. Out. Now."

"Nope."
"Out."
"Nope."
"Out..."
"Nope..."
"OUT."
"N-O. No way, Jose."

"Very well then. You will pay." Symmetra clenched her fist.

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"ZZZZZZZZ..." McCree snored and the rolled over on his bed, but suddenly fell to the ground, "Agh!? What the he-" he saw that their bed was split in two, "Huh!?" he looked at his room.

It was completely split straight down the middle, the right being a highly ordered futuristic room and his side, the left, being the fussy and rowdy rustic one.

"What in the world?" McCree stood in confusion, the saw Rex was on his side, as well as all the mess.

"SYMMY!"