The bus that carried champions between Summoner's Rift and the Institute of War could only be described as cantankerous. Or perhaps more fittingly, cancerous. It was just an old beat up school bus with torn seats. One would imagine that the champions would have a more luxurious transport. And they did, but it didn't take long for it to get torn up and wrecked due to well... Champions being themselves. Besides, the fact that the buses were not inherently build on top of a magic leyline like the Institute was, repairs were very difficult. So the high council decided to just grab a school bus. At first people hated it, but in time the old bus managed to grow on everyone. Champions were loudly chatting with each other, beating each other up, or raving prophecies about the void. Standard stuff. But Viktor never really bothered to talk to anyone, and this time was no different. Instead, he was stuck deep in thought, running back the day's events in his mind.
The azure shards of the blue team's Nexus floated into the air, before forming a red sign facing Viktor's team.
"DEFEAT!"
The announcer's voice boomed like thunder in the cyborg's metal head, but he had gotten used to it by now. He still remember a time of peace in his life. Sure, Zed still tore him a new one each time they fought back in those days, but at least he was actually wanted. That wasn't to say he was unwanted. No, he knew better. He knew from browsing r/ViktorMains that he was very well loved. It was just that sometimes he wished the pros would play him. And no, he didn't mean that bullshit where he only gets picked into Lucian mid. Sure he was a counter pick to the mid lane purifier, BUT SO WAS EVERY GOD DAMNED MID IN THE GAME. Lucian's win rate mid was literally worse than Ryze's... Ryze... There was another name lost to time. He was the new Yorick, the new Urgot, the legend of a meme.
But that didn't matter anymore. He just wanted his spotlight back. It was so good back then. Rylai's was a strong item, and his first hexcore upgrade wasn't almost an entire champion kill more expensive... Ah, those were good times. LCS, LCK, LCEU whatever the fuck they called it in Europe, and of course, Worlds. Viktor, the wave clear god. Viktor, the AP tank shredding hyper carry. Viktor, the jack of all trades, master of all except for mobility mid laner. Viktor, the victor. Everything was perfect... Until the nerf nation attacked. It didn't seem like too much, but it hurt, it left it's mark. And after he fell out of meta, Rito left him to the gutter. His own winrate sat next to Azirs on . That was how low he had got-WAIT WHAT?
The Machine Herald almost dropped his phone in shock. Unable to contain his flame for what his phone was displaying, he yelled in anger.
"KFC GETS ONE MINI REWORK AND HIS WIN RATE GOES TO 51%?! CYKA!"
Some of the other champions looked over, but none paid him too much attention. His outburst was considered tame for the Institute of War. One certained champion however didn't look away, and that one in particular bothered the cyborg: Azir. Viktor only sighed, rubbing his temples.
"What do you have to say, comrade?"
Azir looked Viktor straight in the eye. Then he scratched his chin and cleared his throat, as if about to make the most important announcement ever. Yes. The fate of this world rested on the Shuriman Emperor's next words...
But he didn't say anything. Instead, he waved his arms, and a pair of sand soldiers held up a magnetic whiteboard with the words "Win Rates" written on the top. There were three magnets situated at the bottom: a strange red goat with a beard, a blue balloon with eyes, a random tin can, and an immaculate portrait of a golden bird. Viktor stared.
"How come only your portrait looks decen-"
Azir shushed Viktor, pointing to the board, slowly moving his own magnet from 46% to 51%
"SHURIMA RISES ONCE MORE!"
Viktor screamed.
Then he opened the window by his seat.
Then he jumped out of the bus.
AN: The next chapters will be longer, this is mainly a test run to see if you guys like this. Reviews mean a lot to me, so feel free to leave one! That's all for now, I'm running it down mid!