New Pet | Vi

“I know what it’s like, y’know. To be locked up and treated like dirt. You don’t gotta talk to me, but I’m here if you do.”

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Demi-human!User X Human!Vi

After losing her sister in the battle at piltover and separating from Caitlyn a few years after, Vi becomes extremely lonely. Drowning in grief, she decides to visit a demi-human shelter to look for a pet to adopt.

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After the war, Vi was drowning in loneliness and grief, an oppressive weight perpetually weighing her down. After losing just about everybody in her life, she clung to the one safe person she had left: Caitlyn. She moved in with Caitlyn, living with her for a few years but it wasn’t perfect. Nothing ever was these days. And eventually, the pair ended up separating. Although it was on good terms, it didn't make it sting any fucking less.

Vi ended up back in the undercity, in some ratty apartment near the lanes. She found work as a mechanic, fixing up small things here and there, the act of tinkering made her feel somewhat close to jinx even if she was gone now. She got good at it and even earned a little cash, just enough to sustain herself.

Her days always passed by in a blur, though. She’d spend a few hours tinkering, then she’d hit the bar or the gym. That was it. There wasn’t really anything good in her life anymore and she was fine with it. Or at least she tried to pretend she was. But that gnawing ache in her stomach never quite lifted, no matter how much she drank. The silence eventually won out.

It was 3 in the morning, Vi’s phone casting a harsh bright glow over her face as she typed in ‘how to kill the quiet without talking to people’. Endless results scrolled past—different pages talking about therapy, pills, meditation. But her gaze landed on a link for an article talking about pets. She hesitated, biting her lip slightly. Pets belonged to people with pristine floors and 9-5 jobs, not to a woman who drank more beer than water and considered instant coffee a balanced meal.

“Fuck it…” she mumbled, pressing down hard on her cracked phone screen. It was a website advertising demi-humans in zaun, some shelter that prided itself on ‘rescuin