Arcane: INSANE (OC X JINX)

Bael ran a hand through his hair, his robotic arm whirring softly as he turned back to his workbench. "We can't waste any time," he said, his voice firm. "If this works, Jinx, we'll change the game. I need you to start designing your Hextech-powered weapon now."

Jinx, perched on a nearby crate, kicked her legs back and forth as she grinned wildly. "Oh, I already know what I want!" she declared, eyes gleaming with excitement. "A ROCKET LAUNCHER! Big, loud, and BOOM! Something that'll make every enforcer and their dumb shiny hats run for their lives!"

Jinx tilted her head, her fingers tapping her chin as she visualized her new weapon. "Perfectly circular, huh? I like it. I could design the launcher to have a chamber for swapping out Hextech cores. Imagine—BOOM after BOOM without ever running out of juice!"

"Exactly," Bael said, adjusting some dials on his console as he spoke. "But these cores will be no joke. The energy inside them will be volatile, so your launcher will need to be precise. Any misfire, and it could backfire... violently."

"Sounds like a challenge," Jinx said, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "And you know I love a challenge! Don't worry, Bael, I'll make it perfect. It'll be the biggest, most beautiful BOOM machine Zaun's ever seen."

Bael smirked as he returned his focus to his work. "Good. While you work on the design, I'll finish stabilizing this system. Once we've got the Hextech cores ready, we can start building your launcher."

Jinx hopped off the crate, already bouncing with energy. "You got it, boss! Oh, this is gonna be FUN!" She dashed off to a corner of the lair, grabbing a notepad and sketching wildly, her mind brimming with ideas for her deadly new toy.

...

Silco sat behind his massive desk, the dark, smoke-filled room casting shadows across his features. The constant hum of Zaun's underbelly could be heard in the background—metal grinding, distant explosions, the constant chaos that had always been part of life in the depths. Sevika stood beside him, her large frame a silent sentinel, eyes cold as she reviewed the latest report. Her presence was unwavering, a testament to her loyalty.

The door slammed open, cutting through the quiet hum of the room, and in stormed the Sheriff of the Enforcers. His uniform was disheveled, his face flushed with fury, and his fists clenched as if struggling to contain the rage bubbling inside him.

"Your subjects!" the Sheriff roared, his voice laced with frustration and fury. "They caused total mayhem in my district! The entire block's in flames! Civilians are in the streets crying for mercy, and your little freaks are laughing it off like it's a game! What the hell is going on, Silco? They're out of control!"

Silco's eyes flickered up from the report, his expression remaining calm—almost detached—as the Sheriff continued his tirade. Sevika, unfazed, glanced at her boss, waiting for his cue to speak, but it was clear she knew Silco had everything under control.

"Who did it?" Silco's voice was low, precise, his tone carrying an air of calculated patience.

The Sheriff growled, his fists trembling with barely restrained anger. "Who other than that blue furry and her miserable partner?" he spat. "They've been wreaking havoc for weeks now! I can't even walk down the street without stepping over another crater! Every damn time those two show up, it's destruction and chaos. It's like they're having some sick game with us! And if I don't get them behind bars, you can kiss my jurisdiction goodbye!"

Silco's gaze sharpened, eyes narrowing as he processed the information. There was no surprise in his eyes. He had long known that Jinx—the blue furry as the Sheriff called her—and Bael had been escalating things, pushing the limits of their power, but there was something in the way the Sheriff spoke that sparked a flicker of something in Silco.

"Calm yourself," Silco replied coolly, his voice carrying an unspoken authority. "I'll handle it." He paused for a moment, his fingers steepled in front of his face as his mind turned. "But don't forget, Sheriff, that those subjects of mine serve a purpose. They're not some rabble to be caged. They're assets, and if you want to keep your precious district intact, you'll do well to remember that."

Sevika's lips curled into a slight smirk, watching the Sheriff's every move. She had seen this dance before: Silco was the master of keeping his enemies—and his allies—on edge, knowing exactly how to manipulate their emotions to get what he wanted. The Sheriff wasn't an exception.

The Sheriff opened his mouth to argue, but Silco's unyielding gaze silenced him before he could speak. It was clear that Silco wasn't willing to have his subjects restrained or controlled by anyone, not even the Enforcers.

"You will get what you want," Silco continued, his voice now laced with a barely concealed threat. "But you will not give orders to me. I run this city. Remember that. Now leave me, before I forget myself."

The Sheriff's face darkened, but he knew better than to push further. With a sharp exhale and one final glare, he turned and stormed out of the room, leaving the door to slam behind him.

Sevika let out a low chuckle, her eyes gleaming. "You've got him wrapped around your finger as always."

Silco smirked, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the desk. "They all think they can control the game. But in the end, it's me who decides who plays."

There was a brief silence as Silco leaned back in his chair, thoughts turning over as the hum of Zaun continued to pulse in the background. "As for Jinx and Bael… they're becoming more unpredictable. It might be time to remind them of who truly holds power in this city." His voice was cold, filled with a dangerous resolve.

Sevika nodded silently, understanding the implications of Silco's words. Whatever game Bael and Jinx thought they were playing, they would soon learn that Silco was still the puppet master pulling all the strings. And in his city, no one was untouchable. Not even them.

...

In Piltover, a discussion between the elites concerning what happened with Jinx and Bawl was inevitable. Mel hosted the council session and when no action was taken, everyone left leaving her in puzzles. She decided to leave her position and go see what the boys were onto in that rat cave of theirs.

Mel entered the lab, the sound of clinking tools and the faint hum of machinery filling the air. Jayce and Viktor were hard at work as usual, the faint glow of Hextech crystals illuminating their faces.

"Hey, you two," Mel greeted, a playful tone in her voice. She leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, taking in the sight of their cluttered workspace.

"Mel!" Jayce's face brightened as he looked up from the schematic in front of him. "What brings you down here? Shouldn't you be off solving Piltover's problems?"

"Not today," she replied, walking into the room and scanning the various projects scattered around. "I figured I'd see how the real brains of Piltover are doing. Progress Day is right around the corner, after all. You two ready to show off your latest and greatest?"

Viktor, who had been silently studying a set of complex diagrams, gave a slight smirk. "We're always ready. Jayce's got some... grand ideas this time."

"Grand ideas?" Mel raised an eyebrow, feigning interest. "You're not going to try and make a flying car or something ridiculous like that, are you?"

Jayce chuckled, clearly enjoying the playful banter. "Actually, I've been working on something that could make that idea a reality. But no, not this year. This time, we're focusing on something much more practical... and powerful."

Viktor nodded in agreement, his mechanical hand clicking softly as he adjusted some calculations. "We're enhancing Hextech's potential, making it more efficient, more reliable. The applications are endless."

Mel smirked, leaning forward with mock seriousness. "So, you're finally going to fix the bugs in that overcharged cannon you made last year?"

Jayce groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "I still don't know what went wrong with that one. But we're taking a different approach this time. Hextech integration, focused on versatility."

"I'm curious to see what you two have in mind," Mel said, genuinely interested now. "Something tells me it's going to be a showstopper at Progress Day."

"Maybe even more than that," Jayce said, his tone turning a little more serious. "The potential for Hextech to change Piltover... is almost unlimited. With the new developments we've been testing, I think we could make huge strides in how we use energy, how we power things—how we control things."

Viktor's voice was quieter, almost contemplative. "The applications go far beyond anything Piltover has ever imagined. We're not just making gadgets; we're shaping the future."

Mel leaned back against the desk, eyeing both of them with a grin. "Alright, so no flying cars... for now. But I have to say, I'm excited. If anyone can put on a good show for Progress Day, it's you two."

Jayce flashed a grin, clearly pleased with the validation. "Trust me, Mel. We've got something special in the works."

"I can't wait to see it," she said, turning to leave. "But just remember: if it blows up, I'm not taking the blame this time."

The two men shared a laugh as she headed toward the door, already imagining the incredible inventions they would unveil. Piltover's future was in good hands—and Mel knew it. For now, the chaos of the outside world could wait.

...

Bael wakes up suddenly, the magnetic field of the machine knocked him up. He wakes up and sees Jinx messing with machine which caused everything to stop being affected ny gravity.

"Jinx what're you doing?" He asks.