This fanfic is highly based on the Skin PickPocket Twitch rather than focusing on the original classic Twitch Skin. Why you ask? Because PP Twitch is probably my favorite Skin in LoL and the fact that the thoughts of including the original classic Twitch skin in this is kind of a turn off... If you know what I mean lol. Anyways, Twitch and Lulu? Are you serious? Yes I am serious. Why!? Why not Veigar x Lulu or something!? Why Twitch!? He's Disgusting! Well in terms of short answers, Twitch is my favorite Champion and I think he deserves more than just a 2.2% ban rate in rank games and the fact that he is soooooo underrated makes me sad :/ AND SHAME ON YOU FOR SAYING TWITCH IS DISGUSTING! Actually the reason why I decided to make this is because I wrote it in class because I was bored and showed it to one of my close friend and he was like "EWWWWW Twitch!?" And I'm like "THAT'S RIGHT! CHU DON'T LIKE IT!? THEN I'M GONNA MAKE IT HAPPEN!" Just to tease him xD lol Anyways, Enjoy reading!

Chapter One: A Place of acceptance

Characters: Twitch, OC Azdor, Zac, Viktor (Mentioned), Lulu (Mentioned), Galio (Mentioned) and Ekko

It was a beautiful evening, the sun was just starting to settle down causing dark shades of shadows to roam and fill the alleys and balconies of the streets of Zaun. It was cleared to everyone especially the innocent civilians that it was a time of danger and mischief as thieves and tricksters were about to make their moves on unintented properties. Those whose minds were still at their purest forms knew well that they shouldn't dare to have their presence involved at this crooked time of hour in Zaun. Although those whose intentions were of valid reasons, chose to stay and hoped they would make the most of their times and efforts by relying on their habits of stealing and cheating.

Among those individuals was Twitch, the Plagued Rat as described by the people of the streets with their biased minds. Twitch's title was changed a long time ago ever since he joined the League of Legends. His stealthful tactics and amazing ambush skills made the summoners gave him a new title, Twitch, the PickPocket Rat or PickPocket Twitch for short. He was rather satisfied with his new title as some of the summoners of the League no longer look at him as some infected sewer rat. But that title only applied to him in the Institute of War and not back home at Zaun as people still remember how he panicked and freaked out on "That Incident" and how he brutally killed and slaughtered anybody he sees without mercy or sanity.

What the people of Zaun didn't know is that he isn't like that anymore, he grew fond of human's cultures and was starting to adapt to the human's ways of living and communicating. Living in houses and eating fresh food started to feel more comfortable than how he used to live in the sewer which he once called home. Even so, the Zaunians refused to accept him as one of their own, he was nothing more to them but an accident that was made only to emit chaos and destructions to those of his surroundings and the thought of a rat living like a human being disgusted them even more. To them, he was a lost-cause rather than a League Champion that represented Zaun.

It was far more than obvious to him that his home at The Institute of War was more welcoming than his original home at Zaun regardless of his birth place. Luckily enough for him, each individual champions of the League were received their own individual rooms to stay in whilst at the Institute of War for free as long as they remain a champion and Twitch took shelter there ever since a summoner took him in when he recognized his potential of becoming a league champion. One of the well-known and Twitch's most favorite summoner, Azdor Azefer sponsored Twitch himself and decided to improved his look by making him wearing a new pair set of clothes including new upgrades for his equipments to further flourish his potential and appearance, making him appeared in a charcoal black sweatshirt matched with a pair of caramel colored jeans and a neat black newsy hat to top it all off, fitting him for his PickPocket title.

Azdor Azefer was an intelligent man and a successful summoner with a lovely wife and a handsome son. He is known for his knowledge and strong magic in perfecting the art of mechanics in one of the leading role on the Field of Justice, the Marksman. Azdor knew how to harvest the talents of his Marksmen and use them against his opponents. Every Marksman that had ever had their mind linked with the famous summoner every time they set out to battle, knew very well that the battle was pretty much over for the enemy team. Azefer's magical aura was so powerful and intense that even the most difficult and stubborn champion like Jinx chose to remain calm and focus in her states of mind. And Twitch were no exception, Azdor picked him up at a very young age when the "H.I.V.E Incident Report" was still all over the news and raised him up by himself because he was the first ever person to notice how much potential was left unintended inside the rat. He trained Twitch endlessly day in day out, purified the Zaunian's mind of insanity and corruption with his high classed spells and taught Twitch the basic of the human nature and the logic that the humans use on their everyday life, in return he asked for nothing more than for Twitch to be his most trusted companion and student. To Twitch, Azdor was his savior, the one who knew that he wasn't as bad as humanity thought him to be, and most importantly, Azdor was a figure that Twitch wanted to live up to be, a man that he deeply admired and a hero to him.

At least, there's someone out there that the anthropomorphic rat could count on when the rest of the world was against him. Maybe the "Rest of the World" was only a term he used to describe Zaun. The people of Zaun never wanted him to come back to Zaun and the only reason he came back was because he was invited to an important meeting at the Liberal Council of Zaun, the city's governing body. The room of the council was filled with expensive hextech Zaunite furniture and the people who were presented there was more than of importantance such as several summoners, Zaunite Champions, Zaun's governess and the Chairman Magnus Dunderson, who was the Zaun's Chief Executive. He remembered the familiar faces of the people that he still considered friends and acquintances which he barely knew. They were sitting around a large round table that has the crest of Zaun sticked to the middle of it and they were discussing about an important matter of who they should consider choosing for the next champion selection that would represent Zaun. Ekko was it? The boy who shattered time was his title. All Twitch could remember about that boy was of his white hair that proved he travelled through time a bit too much and how the boy would occasionally look at him with a distasted look on his face across the council table.

Twitch didn't give a long thought about it, he was rather more distracted by the faces filled with fear and hatred that were looking towards him as he strolled down the evening streets of Zaun. The meeting ended 2 hours already but Twitch had to assigned another meeting with one of his old friend Viktor, the Machine Herald in his lab to get a maintenance check up on his weapons and equipment for tomorrow's match before he could leave Zaun. He was so eager to leave Zaun because it was the place of his miserable past and the fact that he had to get back to the Institute of War to prepare himself for a match that he was going to be summoned in tomorrow. Speaking of which, who was going to be his summoner tomorrow? He knew fully well that it wasn't going to Azdor, if he could remember correctly, it was some white hair, skinny summoner that he hardly knew. He remembered talking to the summoner but he didn't give a thought of wanting to know the summoner's name because that summoner was probably the most awkward and insecure person he had ever met. And who was he going to be matched up with? He could recall it was Lulu as his support and Galio as the main man of the middle lane but he forgot the rest. His deep thoughts were interrupted by a sound of shattered window followed by a woman's scream a few houses to his right. He glanced at the scene as he saw 2 men in mask laying down on the ground beneath a broken window and as he turned his eyes to the window that was broken, he saw a familiar green figure coming out of it in a fluid matter that soon reconstructed itself forming a humanoid body. As it stood tall, Twitch knew who he was, it was Zac.