Y/n l/n is a young man from Zaun who has recently moved into piltover thanks to his father getting him into the most prestigious University in all this progress city... Little does he know that his life could change for good... Or maybe for bad ...
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This streets are full of contaminated gases... It was not always like this but it is now. A Young boy could be found searching in a trash bin... He was not looking for food, he was looking for pieces for his new invention.
Y/n: There! I found it!
The small boy said, y/n is only 11 years old and his hobby is to create gadgets to entertain himself, smart minds always come with almost no friends... But the small one had just a friend... A boy named Ekko, he's 13 a years old too, they both care about each other.
Ekko: Hey punk! Have you found anything yet?
Y/n: I think I found the last piece for my newest piece of crap!
Ekko: can I see what it does?
Y/n: It's just a ball bazooka. Here come with me!
Y/n took Ekko to his secret hide out, many kids in this streets had one and this one was not ordinary. Unlike any other clever kid, y/n had his hideout full of mathematic Equations calculating the proper pressure for the bazooka to shoot the paper ball in order to make it feel like it was a potato.
Ekko: So this is your hide out?
Y/n: Yup!
Ekko: Man, if you lived in piltover you'll probably be one of the most clever kids in there...
Y/n: Nuh Uh! The city of progress has a lot of great minds! I'm sure Zaun needs me more than piltover!
7 years later...
Y/n's PoV:
'Knock Knock'
Ugh... I thought as I heard my door being knocked on, probably my mother, Im on my desk solving something for my next proyect, it just needs a bit of welding and this should flying properly... It's a small mecaninc boat. I've been designing and building toys for the smallest kids in Zaun. I started doing this after Ekko left to chase his rapping dream and shit...
Y/n: Come on in!
My mom opened the door and she had a paper on her hand...
M/n: What are you making son?
Y/n: Nothing, just a boat for a kid
M/n: aren't you wasting that big brain of yours on toy making?
Y/n: I basically sell my designs and give this toys to kids because it feels good to see the happy faces of those kids.
M/n: Listen y/n, I want you to meet someone...
Y/n: and who may that be?
A tall man entered my room, he had a filter covering his mouth and nose. He's from piltover, and the way he's dressed... He's probably someone important
???: Good afternoon young man...
Y/n: Who the fuck are you?
M/n: Y/n! Be more respectful... He's your...
???: Biological Father. I'm your Father.
Y/n: and what do you want from me? Why did you come here?! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!
F/n: I'm here to offer you something, this gadgets of yours and those equations I see on the green board over there are not fully wrong but not fully correct either. I see you have a brilliant mind and I'm here to offer you a place in the university of piltover.
Y/n: I... *sigh* what's the trick? Where are the small letters on the contract?
F/n: There's no small letters nor tricks, in trying to fix my mistake by giving you the opportunity to make a change... It's the least I can do after leaving you for 18 years....
Y/n: can I get some time to think about it?
F/n: Of course, I'll return in 3 days. I'll need an answer by then alright? I'll see you soon y/n, excuse me...
He walked away, I groaned and covered my face with my hands...
M/n: You know it's a good opportunity that you can't just waste...
Y/n: I know... But what would someone like me could even do in a place like piltover?
M/n: you could begin a whole new technological revolution, your dream as a kid was to solve the Gas problem and its consecuences... For your people...
Y/n: But what does that have to do with going to live up in piltover?
M/n: You can't just build up something revolutionary with garbage kid.
She threw some clothes on my bed...
M/n: Your father brought this as well. Now listen to me young man. You want to change the world? Then go study at that university. You want to end up as a bartender like me? Then stay here in Zaun and loose that once in a lifetime opportunity.
Y/n: But mom everybody will dislike me up there! I'm just a guy from the lower class and if I return I will be hated even more here for being a traitor!
M/n: Your duty is to make something that clears up the contaminated shitwhole. Not to be liked or hated by anyone, you hear me?
I remained silent... I mean she is right... Every since I was a kid I wanted to solve the problems around me by inventing stuff... And since I was small they would usually blow up or just not work... But If I can actually manage to invent something up there with anything more than trash I guess I could make a change...
Y/n: Yeah mom... Do you think maybe that asshole is still around here?
M/n: He is belive me, you want me to go get him?
Y/n: Yes... Ill take his offer..
M/n: I'll go get him, You just get yourself dolled up alright toots?
Then she closed the door behind her...
I took a glance at mmthe clothes she left on my bed...
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It's... Well it's from piltover, I putted ir on and I didnt look so bad in it. I mean I'm used to wear what books read as "Steampunk clothes" but this will work....
