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Rumors spread as fast as disease among the streets of Zaun and it doesn't take long for the junkers and scavengers to start getting curious. Word out there is that somewhere in the Zaunite sewers is a horde of discarded hextech parts and chemicals from the Piltover plants that would be worth millions. But of course, the Zaunite sewers were known to be a cesspool of pollutants where mutants were spoken to roam the underground preying on the ill-prepared and unknowing. But to Zeke, heard those horror stories when he was a child by the crazy old people hopped up on chems and 'shrooms. He's been scavenging the Zaunite junkyard and sewers since he was orphaned having to avoid gangs and competition from his own peers. This was no different to him but since rumor has spread like wildfire, had to be prepared.

Zeke enters the sewers through one of the lesser-used manholes away from the main roads. He swiped a lesser quality hazmat suit from a previous excursion to protect himself and disguise himself as a crew member of chemical plants. He made sure to pack light bringing only the essentials in a drawstring bag: flashlight, gloves, facemask, multi-tool, and a taser. The importance of scavenging is to be versatile and fast. Too much loot makes you slow and worse, an easy target. As he slid down the ladder, Zeke landed in a small puddle as the critters below scurry to the cracks upon his arrival.

The sewers were as just as he imagined, dim humid corridors illuminated by the incandescent glow of the sewage that flowed through the main waterways and leaky pipes. The occasional sound of critters filled the corridors. Fungi and other hybrid plants grew from the cracks of the moist wall. They became more present as Zeke traversed through the passageways until he took the wrong turn into one densely filled with mushrooms with green caps and purple spots. This is bad. The Zaunite knows these mushrooms let out hallucinogenic, yet noxious chemicals if bumped. He remembers even the sanest men fall victim to the addictive hallucinogen these fungis produce. As the scavenger slowly backed away, a brown and black striped creature nibbling on the fungi shrieks as the bright light from the flashlight hit his face. The creature zipped out the corridor and bumped into the young man knocking them both into the shrooms letting out a cloud of purple smoke. Zeke screamed in pain as his eyes water from the spores as he fell to the ground. Disoriented, the Zaunite tries to find the flashlight that was knocked out of his grasp. As he felt around, his hand brushed upon curved glass lenses attached to an elastic strap. Goggles!! Zeke hurriedly ran out the infested corridor to wipe his eyes and strap them on his head. As the pain subsided and his vision returned, he noticed there were tufts of greenish-colored fur lodged in between the straps and buckles. The young man was annoyed by the foggy lens and dirty straps but was in no condition to complain after losing his flashlight. It was better than navigating the sewers partially blinded.

The brief stint of adversity didn't deter the scavenger from continuing his trek for the discarded treasure, albeit slower than he would like. More cautious than before, he traced his hands along the grimy walls pausing at every animalistic sound heard. He had the unfortunate encounter of seeing a corpse of one of his fellow rivals laying across the passage. A grim warning. As he traveled, Zeke was starting to think more about the rumored treasure. What would he do with it if he found it? He could sell it but then people would catch on that he knows where the loot was. He would always be on the run. He could hide it further but how? Traps, perhaps? Poison, there's plenty down in the sewers and he knows some scientists who can provide toxic substances on the cheap. Zeke's thoughts were becoming short and more manic by second. He occasionally scratched at the forehead where goggles are. But it wasn't too long before Zeke caught a glimpse of what looks to be faded hextech crystals on the other side of a pipeline gutter. His heart raced as he whipped out the multi-tool to loosen the bolts and pry the gutter open large enough for him to fit in. He hastily crawled through the goo lined interior only thinking about treasure and those who would try to take it from him. So focused on the treasure, he fell out from the other side of the pipe and landed shoulder-first in a puddle of sewer green viscous goop that reek of synthetics like rubber. But in front of him was the promised hodgepodge of discarded tech and random junk from Piltover and Zaun held in a large room in the maze of tunnels underground. The scavenger cheers and claps as his mind races with how much of a fortune he could make pawning it off to the scientists and barons of the region. He could live like a king among men.

The only thing distracting the man from his visions of grandeur is the persistent hissing noises, following by the tingling sensation on his skin. He looked and saw that the synthetic goo burning through his hazmat suit and fusing to this skin. The young man screams as he frantically wipes the fluid off him only to accidentally spread it across the rest of the suit. Even his new goggles were not spared as Zeke attempted to pull them off only to stretch in grip before snapping back. Amid his panicky cleaning, he stumbled back into the puddle splashing the green liquid across his body. No matter how he tried, the liquid held fast to his body coating everything it touched before solidifying into a sleek rubber-like skin. Zeke was helpless as the chemicals were subtly reforming his body as a rubber tail grew from the base of his spine. His coated hands and feet grew longer with sharp nails spawning from the tip of the extremities. Even Zeke's head was not spared as the goo drenched his face as it slowly suffocated him as it formed into a rat-like muzzle aligned with jagged teeth and big pointed ears on top of his head. Zeke could only clutch his head as his head was assaulted with instincts and thoughts of survival. Even as the sensations became pleasurable everywhere the goo touched, Zeke squealed as the compound went into his head and wiping away any semblance of his human identity. The synthetic rat huffs and chuckles as the ordeal ended. His vision even through the goggles were sharper, his senses heightened but most importantly he was alive. It didn't matter to the scavenger how his body gave off an unnatural sheen and squeak and creak with each movement. He survived and can still enjoy his treasure to the fullest until his new ears caught the sound of footsteps from afar and relief turned to fear.

He made too much noise, he thought. Someone heard him and there coming to take what's rightfully his. He found it, it belongs to him, all of it, he thought frantically and he now muses that someone is coming to steal it. His head darted for a weapon, something to deter the intruders. The taser broke during the fall and he had no time to fix it. His shifty eyes laid upon a barely used crossbow and darts. Perfect he thought but then he realized that darts won't enough. But then, his new nose caught a whiff of something rancid yet wonderful to his senses. He scurries to the source of the smell that originated from the dugout pits of a neon green concoction of unsanitary waste and poisons. The sight brought a wicked smile to his face as he meticulously dipped every dart to have an even coating of from each pit. Once the last dart was coated. He grabbed the closest deteriorating sleeveless green coat and brown cloths that used to resembled shoes and slipped them on after realizing his nudity. Despite the condition of the clothes, he felt it gave him an heir of prestige even kingly perhaps.

The louder footsteps and whispers broke the humanoid rubber rat out of his daydream as he raced on all fours up to the gutter from which he entered. He cursed himself for not closing it but then realized it's the perfect lure to lead the intruders to their death. The rat aimed his crossbow as he hid in the shadow. His body twitching with excitement and fear. He found the treasure first, claims domain as the king of all of it, and would kill anyone who dares trespasses.