Shaco meanders in, two blades in hand, almost hiding them behind his back. His ever present grin across his face, he approaches the large doors. He takes a moment to observe his surrounding, almost as if he's amused. Above him are the ingraved words "The truest opponent lies within", Shaco breaks out in laughter as he reads it. "If my opponent lies within me, well I'll just have to kill myself then!" Laughter continues as Shaco is pleased with his joke. The doors open, and Shaco walks inside, almost in what looks like complete jovality.
The darkness that usually defines this chamber is not present today. Instead, Shaco finds himself on the ceiling of the room he just exited. The usually monotone halls are covered in elaborate fabrics and bizarre colors. To make things stranger, the hall is host to a great ball, with many people, all wearing masks, dancing in sync to music that is eerily off tempo. Shaco walks in, and shouts "The entertainment has arrived!" Everyone applauds Shaco, as if he's an amazing celebrity. "For my first trick, I'll need a volunteer!" he shouts, and as the people fight over who gets picked, much to Shaco's enjoyment, he picks a fair looking woman. She approaches timidly, and Shaco takes her to a grand stage at the end of the room. There is a massive coffin on stage, he bids her to enter. After she gets in, he closes it and exclaims "Don't worry, this will only hurt a bit!" He starts shoving swords into the coffin, blood pours out, and people hear muffled screaming from inside. Everyone laughs, they applaud Shaco with every blade he adds. By the time he's done, he's covered in blood, dripping wet. Everyone cheers with approval, Shaco then opens the coffin to reveal the mutilated girl, and everyone goes wild. Everyone cheers, while Shaco bows gracefully. Amidst the cheering, Shaco hears a faint voice from the coffin, the girl is still alive! Shaco walks over to finish her off, but before he can, she asks, "Shaco, why do you wish to join the league?" Shaco hesitates, then kills her by slitting her throat, then turns to the crowd and yells, "It's simple really, I wish to bring my grand art to the stage of the world! I want to become famous for my jokes, a grand performer!" The crowd, more excited than before, begins to chant Shaco's name. "And not only that, I get to kill!"
The crowd falls silent. They stare at Shaco, almost in disbelief, then one by one, they begin to boo him, people in the crowd begin yelling "Why do you wish to join the league Shaco!?" Furious, Shaco screams "How dare you reject my comedy! My performances are perfect, you are all nothing!" As he uttered those words, everyone in the room dies, bleeding violently. Then the room begins to fade into blackness. Shaco angrily began striking at the dark, almost as if he's scared. He screams "Why does nobody understand my art!? I pour my soul into into my work! And for what? To be ridiculed and demonized like some sort of common murderer!? I shall make them all suffer!"
Everything disappears, and Shaco is left with himself, literally. A mirror image of him is standing right in front of him. "How does it feel, exposing your mind?" Shaco, hanging his head, is a sad sight to behold. He stands there silently for a moment, then looks up with a grin, wider than ever, and replies "Fun!" Then cuts the images head off. "Told you I'd kill myself!"
The doors swing open, and before anyone can notice, Shaco disappears, leaving only the familiar ghastly laugh.
*I wanted to show shaco as a maniac who has extreme highs and lows, along with showing his character's flair for shocking and scaring people, along with being totally unpredictable, and also show a deep resentment for people. There still some grammar issues that I'll be working on over time, and I may add on to the story a bit, seeing as it's kind of light for now.*