Hello world! I guess I should introduce myself. I'd tell you my real name, but I'd rather not, so you can just call me whatever comes to mind. Anyways, here's my first upload to this site, and I hope that others enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy writing them. Constructive criticism, flaming, and stuff of that sort are encouraged; I really want to hear what you have to say!

Anyways, here's some background information.

This story's pairing is Amumu and Fizz. I know it seems sort of outlandish, but I wanted to challenge myself to make slightly unusual pairings. This story takes place when Amumu and Fizz had just joined the League (honestly, I don't know exact dates, but I hope the setting suffices). Any structures in this story are purely fictional; I've made them just for the story and am pretty sure that they don't really exist. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!

The day was almost perfect. The League of Legends had finally been able to enjoy a few days of peace, leaving the champions to bask in a rare period of relaxation. These champions spent their time doing what they loved best; Rengar continued his search for the monster that had claimed his eye, and Lulu visited the Glade, taking more consideration and caution of the time that she spent there, which allowed her a glimpse of the magical world that she and Pix had adored, just to name a few. Still, there were others who found it impossible to relieve themselves of the stress that fighting on the Fields of Justice had placed upon them. Swain and Jarvan IV's conflicts persisted and eventually resulted in the physical separation of the two for the time being; for once, nobody wanted any violence occurring on this miraculous day of peace.

However, as stated earlier, the day was almost perfect. Despite the jolly mood, excluding that of Swain and Jarvan IV's, there was still one champion in particular who found it difficult to assimilate into the amusements of the rest of the League of Legends, and so, he sat himself down in a corner near the building's exit, distant from the others, as he twirled his sorrow-filled bandages between his fingers. Tears began to fall from his eyes, and just as usual, nobody would be there to comfort him or wipe the tears from his eyes, which only led to more tear-shedding.

As he cried for about ten or so minutes, in another area of the building, another champion had found himself with the free time to explore to satisfy his naturally curious attitude. Fizz dexterously hopped around at a quick pace, finally content that he had time to explore the organization that he had begun to call "home". He bounded across rooms, zoomed in and out of corridors, and just did things that made him feel alive and lucky to live in such an interesting world.

However, not everyone appreciated Fizz's playfulness, and Poppy definitely fit into that category. She gave him a brief scolding before walking off, leaving Fizz to function like normal after making sure that Poppy was too far away to see him. As he continued his carefree trek through the building, he passed by more familiar faces, including Tristana and Teemo who were walking side by side, hand in hand. Fizz, being slightly oblivious to matters such as infatuation and attraction, did not pay much attention to the relationship that had developed between the two and sprinted past them as they gave a friendly wave in his direction.

By the time Fizz had finished his long journey across halls and rooms, he had met practically everybody at the League of Legends, some of which dismissed his attitude or simply did not care for his antics. Fizz, too overcome with fatigue to leap as he had done earlier, settled on walking the rest of his time there. As he walked, he saw familiar sights and smelled familiar smells, signaling that he was walking in circles, which added a touch of dullness to the experience. Fizz wanted something fresh and exciting, and before he realized, he had already gone through the whole building, including every nook and cranny of the place.

Fizz sat down, laying his spear next to him, unsure of what to do next. He could try going around again, but that would not be fresh and exciting, and so, he sat clueless and alone.

Now it just so happened by a stroke of good luck that a butterfly flew through an open window and landed on Fizz's head. Fizz giggled as he tried his best to look at it, for it was tickling him as it walked around his scalp before finally taking off again towards the world outside.

As if struck with a deep inspiration, Fizz bounded towards the exit that would lead outside. How could he forget about the world outside the League of Legends? It was the place where that playful butterfly had come from, and Fizz's curiosity and energy were refueled with no remnants of his earlier fatigue.

Approaching the exit, Fizz noticed a small pile of wet bandages on the ground, which radiated immense feelings of sorrow, almost taking away Fizz's earlier enthusiasm. Still, Fizz had never seen something like this before and so decided to observe this peculiar pile of cloth bandages. However, as he approached, the pile of bandages moved, which allowed Fizz to see almost immediately that this wasn't a random pile of forgotten cloth. He could now see that it had eyes, and seeing those eyes made something in Fizz's mind twitch, but he found it difficult to figure out what this mound of bandages with eyes was.

"Are you just going to keep staring at me like that?" the pile asked solemnly. Fizz jumped back and then realized, after hearing the voice filled with grief and sadness, that he was one of the few champions that he had yet to meet.

"Are you… real?" Fizz inquired. What happened next took a turn for the worst. He could now hear a slight sobbing coming from the pile, and it rubbed what looked like a small hand across its eyes.

"O-of course. Why wouldn't I be?" the supposed champion asked, accompanied with tears and sobs. He continued to rub the tears from his eyes, leaving Fizz in an awkward position as he desperately tried to think of how to deal with a situation such as this one.

"Oh. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that. You just looked so out of place that–"

"Of course I do! That's the whole reason why I'm alone in this corner anyways!" the bandages snapped back. His cries had escalated into wails, and Fizz was terribly afraid that someone would hear those shrieks. He needed to fix this fast, but Fizz was horrible at things like these.

"S-sorry!" Fizz stuttered. "If you're feeling lonely, why don't you come take a walk outside with me?" He knew that wasn't the best way to comfort someone as grief-stricken as Bandages was, which was the silent, kept-to-himself nickname that Fizz would've given to the champion if it weren't for the risk of having his wails grow into something worse, but he was on short notice and had to think of something quickly.

"Are you serious?" Bandages' head slowly lifted up, and fortunately, there were no visible signs that his crying would persist. In fact, Fizz could now see a hint of joy and hope in his eyes and assumed that Bandages was simply happy that someone bothered to notice him. Fizz nodded his head in assurance, and with that, Bandages, or Amumu, as he had introduced himself, picked himself up off the ground and walked over to Fizz, who had been standing by the door, ready and eager to explore the world outside the League of Legends.

Amumu and Fizz walked outside, and almost instantly, Fizz was entranced. Outside the League of Legends was a beautiful courtyard; it was well-cared for and everything simply complemented each other, furthering amplifying the peaceful effect that could be found all over this spacious area. Fizz's attention towards Amumu diminished as Fizz was reinvigorated and quickly but carefully bounded once again across the courtyard, leaving Amumu alone. In contrast, Amumu was not at all surprised by the beautiful courtyard with its elegant flowers of roses, tulips, and the sort; he had been here to cry many times, yet the happy aura of the flowers never penetrated Amumu's seemingly impenetrable shield of sorrow.

In fact, he felt like crying right now. He had been abandoned once again. Apparently the flowers seemed more interesting to Fizz, who was now enjoying his time hopping over flower beds and leaping over small benches. It wasn't the first time something like this had happened to Amumu. Many times had some supposedly thoughtful person walked up to him and offered to keep him company, only to leave him alone shortly after. Things just never seemed to be in Amumu's favor.

Disgruntled, Amumu managed a small yelp in an attempt to catch Fizz's attention. However, his numerous tries at getting a response out of him were futile, and Amumu's bandages were already becoming damp with tears. After he couldn't take the torture of Fizz's unresponsiveness, Amumu turned back towards the door. He had barely pushed it open when he heard a curious voice peep behind him.

"What? Where are you going?" Amumu turned back around and saw that Fizz was looking intently at him. He was no longer jumping around and appeared to have less energy than when he had entered the courtyard minutes ago.

"I need to go," Amumu said coldly. He turned back around and into the building, slamming the door behind him and leaving Fizz to stand there alone.

After his brief episode of anger, Amumu ran to his familiar corner, crouched into a ball, and cried into his already-damp bandages. No sooner than he had started crying into his hands, he heard the door creak open, and Amumu perked up for a second as he turned towards the door, hoping that Fizz had indeed come back to apologize or something of the sort, but it was only a local gardener, who looked at Amumu with curiosity before going back to his business as he walked back outside. Isolated once again, Amumu resumed his crying.

"I don't even know why I try," Amumu thought to himself. Even if he was a newcomer to the League of Legends, Amumu thought that even he would be able to make some friends, but any "friends" that he made abandoned him at a moment's notice, including Fizz.

Troubled by these thoughts, he didn't even bother checking the door as it opened a second time and shortly after, a wet, slick finger was tapping lightly at his head. Amumu looked up, expecting the same gardener from before, but much to his surprise, it was Fizz.

"Hi. I brought you some flowers as an apology. That's what land people do when they want to apologize, right?" Fizz asked curiously.

"Y-yeah," Amumu stuttered as he shakily accepted the flowers from Fizz's hands. Flowers were more of a romantic gesture to Amumu, but Fizz didn't know that. Fizz was still learning the way of life of the people that lived above the water, and his enthusiasm and mirth amazed Amumu. Usually, when someone spent time in proximity with the Sad Mummy, as they had come to call him, the individual usually experienced periods of depression similar to the fits that he himself was forced to live through. It was quite a hassle, which was all the more reason for Amumu to stay away from society.

Fizz, however, was an exception. Usually, people started to exhibit a slight sadness from being this exposed to Amumu's despairing aura, but Fizz seemed as jovial as ever, and he was smiling too.

"C-can I ask you something?" Amumu peeped. Fizz turned his gaze onto Amumu's.

"Sure. What is it?"

"Do you… feel any sort of sadness right now?" Amumu was really wondering whether Fizz was being affected by the usual fits of sadness that soon followed one's meeting with Amumu. Fizz seemed a bit bewildered at the question, but began to respond anyways.

"Well… now that I think about it, I feel a bit bad for taking those flowers from the nice gardener…" Fizz began. Amumu cringed. It turned out that Fizz was no exception. "… but I guess he didn't mind after I told him that they were for you because he smiled and let me take them when he went inside to see who I was talking about," Fizz said with a grin on his face.

That would explain why that man, the gardener, had peeked from the open door at Amumu and walked away shortly. He sighed, relieved that Fizz really was extraordinary if he showed no symptoms of being exposed to his aura.

"So… does this mean… we're friends?" Amumu chanced. This would be the moment that he had been waiting for. Whether Fizz accepted his offer or not would determine if Amumu would be left alone for a longer period of time or could finally have someone to call "friend". Fizz smiled.

"Sure."