[center][h1]Travis[/h1][/center]

Travis enjoyed the previous night playing lots of League of Legends with his friends. Supporting was the best thing in the world! The amount of plays and unseen work that you put your effort into to ensure victory... there's nothing like it! However, that all changed this morning, he woke up with a massive headache, and a cold sweat. Did he have a nightmare? He shrugged it off as he closed his eyes, yawning and stretching. However, as he extended his arms out, something metallic made a very loud thunk on the floor, and something pulled his arm down, weighing it down. He opened his eyes, looking around and raising an eyebrow in confusion. He looked down the side of his bed where the thunk came from. It was... it was... it was Thresh's hook, with the chain sliding out of his arm. He screamed out in alarm, panic and sheer fright. [i]What's going on!?"[/i] he thought inside. It was lucky he lived alone, otherwise his family would be running up the stairs in a heartbeat! He scrambled out of bed, and.. [i]it[/i] snaked it's way back up his arm, until he could hold it by the handle part of the scythe hook itself. [b]"What the hell is going on?"[/b] He asked himself outloud. He had to get out of here... now! Travis got dressed and slipped on a black hoodie, with a front pocket big enough for him to conceal the hook. He had to figure out what's going on. However, something quiet, like a whisper kept on repeating itself in his head, but Travis couldn't make it out.

Travis walked outside after locking the door to his house, looking left and right to see if anyone came out if they heard his scream. Fortunately, no one yet. He quickly walked out of the street and into Darkwell City. Was there others like him? Is he some kind of government experiment? Or a monster? Is League of Legends real? That hook was exactly like Thresh's. It's no coincidence. Thresh was Travis's main champion in the game, so he would immediately recognise any element of the character. The whispering grew louder, he could make it out now, but it terrified him.

[i]Souls... souls... souls... souls[/i]

It said this over and over and over again, like a broken record. Each time getting slightly louder from the last. [i]"Get out of my head!"[/i] He thought back, screaming inside his head. This is driving him literally insane! However, what he didn't know is that this voice could overwhelm him, and he would indeed be lost in eternal madness. He had to find somewhere, somewhere safe. Travis went through all the alleys he could find. Eventually, he did end up at the Darkwell City Diner. Hopefully, he could find some sort of sanctuary here. He found an empty table, slightly afar from the main group of people that were huddled together. He stared at the table, covering his face with his hood.