The car came to a big white building- the same one you've been going to. The car drove up to the security gate. "It's (Y/N)." The driver told the security guard. You leaned forward and looked at him, smiling. He smiled back and opened the gate. "There you go!" He said. The car finally came to a stop once parked. You hopped out of the car as the driver waved at you. You replied with a smile, then closed the door.
You looked back at the building. It was a very fancy building, the walls were painted white with nig bold words read above the doors: "APEX CHAMPIONS". "Okay.. you got this." You told yourself, then started walking up to the door. You pushed them open and walked inside. There were mainly security guards in view. To your left was the rows of people sitting at computers. As far as you knew, they were the ones broadcasting the whole fight live. You started walking. many people were in the building, but it still felt empty. Why make a place so big for so little people? It seemed like it was built to be a mall.
"Morning (y/n)," a man in a suit said, walking up to you. It was your caretaker. You know- the person who helps you get where your supposed to be. "Good morning." You replied. "You know, ive been here a few times. I think I know my way around." You say to him as you both start walking. He shrugged. Of course he didn't care. You both stepped onto an escalator in silence.
"Oh yeah! I needed to give you this." He pulled out a piece of folded paper from his pocket, then handed it to you. You opened it:
(Y/n)
Monday, 6/21
Passive- does 5% less damage outside the ring
Ability- put down device that slows down time significantly for any enimes within 10 foot range for 7 seconds. No damage can be done to that player while stunned, and that player cannot do damage to you.
Ultimate- use gun 'S-B' for up to 30 seconds. s-b is a fast shooting gun that is similar to the 'L-Star'. It comes with with optional close-range scope, making it usable for short or far distance shooting.
It contained all your in-game information. "Oh, uh, thanks." You reply, stuffing it into your pocket. After a few minutes of walking, you saw the room titled "Legend gathering". "This is where I leave you." The man said. "Welp, good luck in the arena." "Uh, thanks!.." you said. You went into the room. It had many tall windows, a row of chairs on each side of the walls and banners of each of the legends. Then you saw them- all the legends. You approached them nervously. Without saying anything, you sat down in one of the chairs, distance from the other. They didn't really seem to notice you. In fact, they didn't really notice each other. They were all doing they're own thing,
You looked at them all. Wattson, the election who helped built the area, was also new. Not as new as you, but just ahead by a few months. There was pathfinder, the MRVN. And mirage, who was on your last team. He's pretty nice, though I'd be nice if he had stopped trying to convince the team how cool he was. But still, nice. He'd sent you a few emails, in fact. There was another familiar face- lifeline. She's a very helpful teammate with a hilarious personality. Caustic, the sociopath. That dude freaks you out. Wraith, who you didn't really know about. Bloodhound, who was another mystery. They've been on your team before, but you didn't really talk to them.
Then, there was him. The devil himself. The one called "octane"- the same one who happened to kill you every. Single. Match. You've. Ever. Played. He was quite the dumbass. He blew off his own legs with a- "hi!" You jumped up out of your seat. "AHg-" you shouted. It was just the MRVN. "Did I startle you? I apologize!" "Ah, pathfinder, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to jump like that," you said. "It's okay, I just wanted to tell you that we are on the same team." He said, "wait, really?" You asked. You were quite greatful it was pathfinder. He seemed nice, "May I ask, how'd you know?" He pointed a metal finder to another man who was passing out papers to all the legends.
"All legends must meet outside at 2-9 in five minutes." The intercom shouted. You ran up to the man. "(Y/n)?" He questioned. You nodded and smiled, he browsed through the papers, then pulled out one and handed you. It was your team!
Team:
(Y/n)
Pathfinder
Octane
