Fiddlesticks's Birthday
Fiddlesticks paced around the room in an endless round, muttering to himself. The burlap sack that was the scarecrow's head faced down towards the floor, his glowing blue ethereal eyes narrowed in contemplation. His thin wooden arms clasped behind his back, with his scythe held between them. A crow sat on either shoulder, holding an endless vigil over the nearly silent room.
He glanced at the clock: 10:00pm. The party was supposed to have started an hour ago! Fiddlesticks felt his temper rising. Just like every year before, not a single invitee had shown up. Every year, he set up the easternmost Summoning chamber for his birthday party. And every year, no one, not even a single minion, showed up. His anger reached a boiling point, and he began shouting his frustrations to the heavens.
Meanwhile, in an alternate dimension:
A pink pony with a poofy pink mane and tail bolted upright in bed, ears erect and listening.
"Oh no! My Pinkie Sense is tingling! Someone is having a bad time at a party! I have to do something!" she exclaimed softly to no one, then ran to her closet and disappeared inside.
Back to Fiddlesticks:
Fiddlesticks was still pacing his same route around the summoning chamber, but at a more furious pace, while vowing vengeance on everyone who hadn't come to his party (basically, everyone). He continued, "I'll make them pay-" but was cut off when the door to a supply closet banged open and out burst a- small pink horse?
Fiddlesticks's confusion rooted him in place for a moment, which was all the time the pink horse-thing needed to scan the room, see everything he had set out for his party, rush up to him, and start talking at hyper speed. "Whoa, what are you? Is this your party? Where's everypony else? Why-" She was cut off by Fiddlesticks shoving a cookie, which he had grabbed from the nearby dessert table, into her mouth.
In the sudden silence, they both took a moment to calm down a bit: Fiddlesticks recovering from the barrage of questions, and Pinkie remembering that she was here for a reason: to help somepony who wasn't having fun. After a moment, Pinkie spoke again, much slower and calmer than before: "Heh, let's try that again. Hi. I'm Pinkie Pie! What's your name?"
"... Fiddlesticks."
Pinkie Pie giggled. "That's a weird name!"
Fiddlesticks felt the last of the shock wear off, and asked indignantly: "What are you doing here, anyway? This is my birthday party, I didn't invite you."
Pinkie looked around, confused. "Well, who did you invite? 'Cuz I don't see anypony. Ooh! Are you playing Hide and Seek? Can I play?" She looked back at Fiddlesticks pleadingly, only to see him hunched over, head down and tears wetting his burlap face.
Before she could ask what was wrong, he broke down sobbing. "No one came! Just like every other year, no one came to my party!"
Now, if there was one thing Pinkie disliked more than not being included in party games, it was someone being sad. When she heard his exclamation, she decided right then that this was what she had come for. She was going to help this weird scarecrow-like person have the Best. Party. EVER.
She trotted slowly up to the sobbing figure and laid a comforting hoof on his wooden knee. "Well, then. It's a good thing I'm here." When he stopped crying long enough to look up questioningly, she struck a heroic pose and proclaimed loudly: "Because I'm Pinkie Pie, Party Mare Extraordinaire! And I'm going to throw you a party soo amazing, no one will want to miss it!"
*sniff* "Really?" Fiddlesticks asked weakly. When Pinkie nodded, he wondered: "But, why?"
"Because, silly, that's what I do! Now go wait outside. You don't want to ruin the surprise, do you?"
Five minutes later:
"Okay, you can come back in!" Fiddlesticks heard Pinkie's muffled shout through the closed door.
So soon? He wondered. What could she have possibly done in so short a time? Doubts aside, he opened the door and stepped into the pitch-black room. And why's it so dark in-
"Surprise!"
Fiddlesticks's head grazed the ceiling, he leapt so high in his surprise. The lights turned on to reveal every single Champion and Summoner in the entire League of Legends standing in the room, which was now decorated with streamers and balloons of every color imaginable, (and some not imaginable).
"Wha- how- HUH?" Was Fiddlesticks's reply to the scene before him. But, I was standing outside the whole time! How did they all get in here? How are they all fitting in here at once?
'Happy Birthday, Fiddlesticks!' Read the banner suspended across the back of the room, above a stage covered in musical equipment, where the League-based all-champion band Pentakill was getting ready to play. Along the right wall there was a long snack table, bearing many different flavors of cupcakes and a large punch bowl. In the center of the room was a dance floor, and off to his left, Fiddlesticks could see a myriad party games set up for the partygoers' enjoyment.
Fiddlesticks stood there in a daze for a few moments before Pinkie bounded up to him, an impossibly large grin spread across her face. "Well? Do you like it?"
"I- I- this- this is amazing..." He turned to look at her. "This is the nicest thing anyone's ever done for me..." He was starting to get a little choked up, and he returned to looking around, taking in the view of all the League's Champions and Summoners enjoying themselves, without a hint of animosity. Jarvan IV was chatting it up with Swain over by the punch bowl; as Fiddlesticks watched they both broke out in friendly laughter at a joke Jarvan had made. Soraka and Warwick, never seen in the same place for very long outside of League matches, were dancing together; not a hint of fear on Soraka's face, nor a hint of malicious intent on Warwick's. Garen and Katarina were making out in a corner, not caring who was watching. Riven and Singed played Pin the Tail on the Hecarim, and Heimerdinger and Rumble swapped design ideas. It was an impossible circumstance, yet here it was, right before his eyes.
"Well, don't just stand there," came the party mare's voice from his side, startling him back to reality, "go enjoy yourself! It's your party, after all."
With that said, Pinkie watched in satisfaction as Fiddlesticks wandered off into the party, receiving many a 'happy birthday' from his fellow champions. Wait 'til the girls hear about this one! She thought. Taking one last look around to ensure that everything was going well, Pinkie slipped back into the supply closet...
And back out her own bedroom closet. Satisfied in a job well done, Pinkie slid into bed, resolving to tell the others about her adventure in the morning. After all, it wasn't everyday that one made friends with someone from another dimension. More like, every few days, she thought as she drifted off to sleep...