𝙄 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 { Vi X Reader OC }

ALIVE.

Jinx stood back, her breath catching in her chest as she surveyed her work. The arm she'd crafted for Sevika—her masterpiece—was almost complete. It gleamed with a strange, twisted beauty, an odd fusion of mechanical and human. Parts of an old boxing machine, now transformed into something dangerous, something new.

She tilted her head, adjusting the angle of the piece, her hands steady despite the weight of the moment. The arm wasn't just an object; it was a symbol of her genius, a creation of her own design, built from the wreckage of the old world, pieces stitched together like her fractured soul. She reached for the paint and ran her fingers over the metal, giving it a glossy coat, her lips curling into a smile as she adjusted the goggles that sat over her eyes. She wasn't just good—she was great.

For a fleeting second, the buzz of accomplishment filled her veins like a drug. Her hands, now stained with both grease and paint, tied on the finishing product: a perfect pink bow, in Jinx fashion, adding the flare. Her hands rested on her hips as she admired the arm. She was proud of herself. She had made something. Something that would make Sevika proud.

But the satisfaction didn't last long.

The air shifted.

The smell of burning metal, something faintly chemical, crept into her nostrils. Her heart began to pound in her chest. Something was wrong. She spun around, eyes widening as the air thickened. The old arcade, dimly lit and forgotten by most, became suffocating, heavy with the weight of an invisible storm.

The first cough hit her like a punch to the gut. Jinx doubled over, her hand instinctively flying to her throat, the air burning as if it had turned to acid. Her lungs burned, the foul taste of poison creeping down her esophagus. It was happening again—she'd been in situations like this before. A flashback, almost. The smell of death, of things dying in the streets of Zaun, lingering on the wind. She knew what it was—she didn't need to see it to understand.

Toxic.

The green smog slithered into the room like a living thing, a thick, poisonous fog creeping over her skin. It swirled, dense and menacing, filling every corner. She staggered backward, trying to get away from it, but it followed her, relentlessly. The walls, once a comforting reminder of their hideout, now felt like a tomb closing in on her.

With a sharp gasp, she sprinted for cover, her heart thumping, her breath ragged. The arcade was empty, desolate, the walls covered in broken glass and rusted wires, remnants of a past long gone. She leaped onto one of the beams overhead, pressing herself flat against the ceiling to avoid the smoke. She covered her mouth with her sleeve, the fabric doing little to block the toxic air, but it was the best she could do. Her body trembled, fighting for air, fighting to stay conscious as the world around her dissolved into a blur of green haze.

The smoke—an unwelcome ghost—crawled across the room, an unnatural snake, coiling around her every sense. Then, like phantoms in the mist, they emerged.

Enforcers.

Jinx's heart skipped a beat. But they didn't see her. Not yet.

The shadows of the past collided with the present as the group stepped into the arcade. Their figures were sharp, defined, as if they were made of shadows themselves, moving in sync with the unnatural fog. Jinx's breath hitched. They were here. They were looking for me.

She recognized some of them—Caitlyn. God, could she give it a rest? Her mind locked on the figure in the front. The silhouette, the posture, the way they moved. There was something... familiar about the leader.

Then, the blue light of Hextech gauntlets flickered through the smoke.

Jinx's pulse raced. She froze, her eyes narrowing. She knew that gauntlet. She knew that light.