AN: This is my head-canon if there was any potential history between Viktor the Machine Herald and Jinx the Loose Cannon in the LOL lore. The first chapter of this story is early in Viktor's academic career at the College of Techmaturgy, before the Stanwick-Blitzcrank incident which drove him into a depression. I have done some editing on the suggestion of my first reviewer to rework the situation where Viktor interacted with Jinx.

Viktor was returning home after attending the College of Techmaturgy when the wind started to pick up. The wind swept through his slicked-black ebony hair and his long, flowing, blue cloak. Despite his best efforts to hold onto his paperwork in his arms, most of his papers scattered across the street. The inventor sighed quietly and began his arduous task. He crouched down to pick up his research papers off the ground.

Thankfully, the ground where his papers fell onto wasn't soaked in acidic rainwater. He reorganized every sheet according to page number. He did a double check to make sure none of the pages were marred from touching the ground. It was then he noticed that he was missing two important blueprints, which entailed two pieces of portable weaponry. He frantically searched around the ground for the two papers when his brown eyes met with the reddish pink eyes of a young girl. She had blue, tangled hair and chalky skin. Her gaunt body was draped with threadbare rags. 'An orphan?' Viktor pondered.

His eyes narrowed when he noticed her arms were wrapped around her blueprints. In a flash, she ran down the street as fast as her bare feet could carry her.

"Stop!" Viktor rushed to put away his papers into his large book bag and chased after the running youth. He could hear the child giggle as he pursued her. His patience ran razor thin.

He pulled out a purple taser which was concealed in his left pants pocket.

"This is your last warning, you urchin!"

When she laughed at him, Viktor readied his taser and pulled the trigger. The electric shot struck his target in one of her calves. The girl let out a pained cry. Unbelievably, she still kept on running.

"What the hell…" He muttered to himself. That shot should have immobilized her, yet she was merely slowed. Either his newly bought taser was defective, or that girl was quite resilient despite her frail frame. In either case, he would have to tinker and perhaps upgrade this taser afterwards. No doubt that he could probably make a taser better than what the so-called upstanding industrial businesses in Zaun could produce, but he's not a rich man, not like that spoiled Stanwick Pididly.

Viktor rapidly turned left down the empty road, and pursued the girl down a dark alleyway.

The inventor did his best to avoid the pipes and trash cans littered all over his path.

The residual taser energy on the girl made her glow pink.

The glow would last for a few more minutes, but Viktor's stamina was low.

This chase had to end now.

He retrieved a small purple orb from a pocket in his pants.

With as much strength as he could muster, he tossed the object far up the alleyway.

The sphere completely missed his target, struck the alleyway's cement ground.

The orphan turned around to grin at him, blowing a raspberry in his face. Viktor returned the favour and smiled back.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" The girl yelled out in surprise as she involuntarily slowed down and halted in place.

Viktor casually walked up as he admired his invention at work: his prototype Gravity Field trap. Unaffected by his portable containment field, he walked around his quarry and carefully pulled out the documents out of her grasp.

"Awww…." The orphan whined. After a brief examination of his valuable papers, Viktor retrieved his Gravity Field orb from the ground and deactivated it. The orphan wobbled around dizzily as she tried to regain her balance after being immobilized. Viktor began to exit the alleyway in a triumphant mood .

Suddenly, he felt a strong tug around his neck, which made him nearly fall backwards.

He turned around to see if his cloak was caught on a wayward pipe, but it was actually that little girl.

How could this girl be this strong?

"What is that you want, little girl?" grumbled Viktor.

"I want those doodles of my friends back! You can't have them, goggle face!" She insisted, pulling harder on his cape.

Viktor regained control and swiftly pulled his cloak out of her grasp. The street kid fell on her rear.

"These are not 'doodles', these are diagrams of sophisticated weaponry." Viktor crouched slightly over the girl.

"They were never pictures of your imaginary companions." Viktor coldly glared at her as she stood back up.

"You take that back!" She ran up to Viktor and kicked him one of his shins.

Viktor stood with veiled mirth as the girl started to dance on one foot after stubbing her toes on his metal encrusted boots.

Viktor shook his head in amusement and turned around to walk away, but the girl dashed around him and blocked his path.

"If you're taking Fishbones and Pow-pow, I'm coming too."

Viktor paused for a moment and pinched my bridge of his nose in irritation. Names? She even named his prototype weapon designs with bizarre titles? He was now in a Gordian knot. He was no murderer, so killing her would be the last thought in his mind. He could use force or walk down the alleyway behind him, but it would not be time efficient and regretfully, all of his gadgets were out of energy. The only option available to Viktor would be… making a compromise.

"If I give you some candy, will you get out of the way?" He stated, while reaching into his bag. The orphan stared at him blankly and then frowned.

"There's no candy in there."

"Of course there is my bag, you silly child!" Viktor snapped.

"Oh yeah? Prove it, goggle face." The orphan approached him, leaning on her toes. Even with the extra height boost from her toes, her head barely reached his abdomen. She tried her hardest to try to intimidate him with a scowl that looked more like a pout. Viktor felt partially amused and annoyed. She was able to call his bluff on having any confectioneries on his person. Viktor felt a bit impressed since usually no one was be able to detect his lies. He believed himself to be a natural at feigning truth... yet this young girl was able to call him out so easily. Perhaps there was some potential in this girl, if she was under his wing. Perhaps.

"Alright, child. Since you are so persistent on joining your 'friends', then you can accompany me, on a few conditions."

"Sure…" She drawled on, folding her arms behind her back. She had an innocent visage, but Viktor knew better.

"You may live in my residence. I will provide you food and board, but you will not touch anything without my permission."

"Okay," She nodded.

"You will not interfere with my work."

"Okay," She replied.

"So you promise that you will not annoy me?"

"Okay," The girl's head bounced excitedly.

"Lastly, stop trying to play coy with me. I know you have your fingers crossed."

"What? No, I didn't!" She looked at him in false surprise as she unfolded her arms.

As Viktor and the orphan girl left the alleyway together, she raised a question to the young inventor when they entered the main street.

"So, do I get a name?" She asked. Viktor looked at her and rolled his eyes.

"I have a feeling you are going to be an immense problem, maybe even a jinx."

"What does jinx stand for?" The orphan tilted her head to the side in confusion. Viktor thought carefully for a moment.

"Jinx does not stand for anything. It is not an acronym. This word is defined as a noun or verb. In noun form, it means a person or object that brings about bad luck." Viktor explained. Jinx scratched her head.

"So jinx stands for Jinx? I like it," she joyfully exclaimed.