To Find One's Purpose

Unfortunate Placements

Going to the games early in the morning as a participant is a drag for any legend. People tend to watch and attempt to record all the legends on their way from their vehicles, the cafes, an apartment with high ground, anywhere they can. And just like there is haters for some, there are also the fangirls who security have to always keep away from the popular champions of the arena.

Elliott watches, and that's all he really does. He approaches the building, watching from far away as the frequent legend known as Bangalore walks through the path towards the entrance. She gets cheers from the crowd gathered around her. Men shouting "Go get them!" and women exclaiming "We love you Bang!!" as she returns their love with firm nods and a smirk. She always had this tough look and attitude on, and it's definitely no different when she's around her fans. She walks with confidence of winning the game, almost no weaknesses shown in her posture either.

Elliott? He's fucking terrified from walking alone in the crowd near the entrance. It's the reason he agrees to meet up with Path before every game. That doesn't fix the stares given to him, but it will divert the people's attention. For a few seconds, at least.

Path is walking besides Elliott, looking forward at the distant people that are eagerly wanting to take photos of every participant today. Reporters and wild fans, all the sorts exist in that crowd. Path's usual smiley face exists on his squared screen, and his uplifting attitude and tone never falters when he speaks.

"Looks like the crowd today is pretty large. They're getting better at managing their times and showing up when we arrive."

"..I doubt that." Elliott replies nervously. "I really didn't think there'd be this much today. I mean, it's like six in the morning or something! What, do they not have jobs or families or... anything!?"

"They most probably do. Some people, however, manage to push their schedule aside just to come see us. Though all we do is simply walk through. I don't understand why exactly, but it seems to make them happy."

Happy my ass. It makes me scared shitless. Elliott would be a huge fan of this whole thing if he wasn't shit on by the game itself. That's what he dreams of: Him walking through the crowd as they cheer him on and call for him, you know, maybe some girls tell him that they love him or something. It'd really boost his self confidence and it would fulfill his dreams of being famous the way he envisions it.

The sudden abrupt voice of a women cut off his line of thought.

"Ohmygod- IT'S PATHFINDER!"

Suddenly, the crowd erupts into cheers and screams as they approach closer. W-What!? When did we get this close!? Elliott was too focused on his vision that he didn't realize they had already reached the excited large group of humans. He fidgets with his fingers as he moves closer to Pathfinder, who was already waving at the ecstatic crowd.

"Hi friends! How are you all today?"

Definitely better now that you're here. Elliott tries to not bring attention to himself, avoiding eye contact and laying low. Compared to Pathfinder's height, this shouldn't be a hard thing to do. Their eyes are glued up to where his face is supposed to be, so this small trickster should be invisible to them.

"Path! Path! Win this game today! You can do it!"

"Path! We believe in you!"

"WE LOVE YOU PATH!!!"

Path waves at them cheerfully as his screen turns into a heart-eyed face. "Thanks, everyone! I love you too!" He's definitely happy that they're happy.

Unfortunately, not everyone was interested in his robot friend. Elliott gets an occasional look or two from people, and he tries his best not to make eye contact. Some of them were neutral, some just stared, and then there were these kinds of people.