Running. Damp brown leaves crumpling under my feet with every step. I was nearly there. Just another 100 metres. I could almost smell it. A sense of belonging. The forest floor was still humid from the afternoon downpour. If only these people would stop chasing me. "I see him! Right over there!" I didn't need to look back. I knew who it was. Veigar. The perfect student to teachers. The infamous school bully to others. His black fur shook wildly as he waved his hands at my direction. "After him!" My short legs could run only so fast, the pursuers slowly closing the gap. Every breath came faster and harder. My lungs on fire. I was fighting a stitch down my right side. Another...50 more..metr-AHH! My legs gave out under me as someone tackled me down. I tried struggling out his strong vice-like grip, but he was twice my size. I tried clawing at the dirt, praying that maybe it would have some leverage, but my futile attempt only uprooted several unfortunate plants. Sweat ran down our hot, panting bodies. "Got you now, pip-squeak." He growled at me, flipping me on my back. A few hours earlier, this same brown yordle was asking for help on his helcichemic equations. Now he was towering over me, threatening to squash me with his huge frame. I could feel my heart beating fiercely beneath my furry chest. "Please! Don't...hit me…" I whimpered softly, still wiggling side to side, fighting back tears that will show my weakness. My arms curled round my face to hopefully defend some of his blows."Too bad." A smile crept up his face before he grabbed my arm and pulled.

Runeterra

"AHHHHHHH!" A scream ripped out of my dry throat. But it was all gone. The forest. The bullies. Back under the white sheets of my bed. At my bedside stood a tanned yordle with green goggles holding a basket, staring at me in shock. His free hand cradled my forearm. "It's okay. You're safe now. Nothing to worry about." He whispered softly, stroking my arm. A hint of vanilla wafted from his arms. "Whatever happened is gone." He wore a plain white singlet that revealed up to his shoulders and blue shorts. Taking a closer look, there was a pile of clothes inside the basket. Oh shit. I'm still naked! I immediately shot up straight in the bed.

"Erm, Ziggs. What are you doing here?" I questioned, wrapping the blanket around my waist. I felt something pleasurable around my groin and peered between a small gap through the blanket to see my sexual organ fully erected. Damn. I got morning wood! Ziggs' cheeks turned bright pink at my predicament.

"I brought back your laundry for you. Hagar didn't tell you, did he? Here you go." He placed it at my bedside. "Want to go for brekkie after you get ready?" He leaned awkwardly to the left, rubbing his wrist. "Sure! Why not? Just gimme a minute." I reached over to get my clothes, but Ziggs politely left the room. "I'll wait outside." Before shutting the door quietly.

What was that dream? The warm water was a nice soothing relief to the troubling night. Veigar. That forest. I have never been there and yet... I began shampooing my fur. Lesson learnt; Soap every single crevice or the fur will tangle up. I knew what everything was. Where was I even going? After rinsing off the dirty water, I tried my best to dry off whatever I could.Shifting through the array of clothing in the basket, I decided on a black and white T-shirt and jeans.

"Ready yet?" Ziggs called out.

"Just about." I stood in front of the mirror to check myself out. Up till now, Rumble's body still felt alien to me. In the toilet, it would seem to be of normal size, but the fact that I was smaller than the others here bother me. On earth, I was always larger than the rest, physically and mentally. The furry canine in the mirror stared back almost deep in thought.

"Come on! I'm starving here!" Ziggs thumped at the door.

"Okay already! Nearly done." I too was ravenous, my stomach growling in agreement.

"Oh boy! They have bacon! Sausages too!" Ziggs was practically drooling once we stepped into the air-conditioned cafeteria. "Neat. Lets go queue up then." Both of us grabbed a plate each from the metallic holder at the start of the line. It was warm to the touch despite the cold surroundings. Maybe it was cleaned by a dishwasher? That fake lemon scent itched my nose. In front of us in line was a nine-tailed fox-woman with a slender figure and long, black hair draped on her right shoulder. One of her tails rubbed against Ziggs' rump, beckoning the oblivious yordle closer. "What you gonna have?" Ziggs asked as he dumped several strips of bacon and eggs on his plate. "I'll see. Just my habit to know what I can get and decide from there." Looking past his shoulders, I found what I was looking for. In the near distance sat my usual breakfast choice. It looked a bit like silk scrambled up with vegetables, but I know that it should taste good. "Really? Noodles for breakfast? You Asian or something?" He questioned me as I scooped some of the steaming hot noodles onto my plate. A fishball rolled onto the floor. "Yep. I'm Chinese. You?"

"Same. Just that I prefer bacon." He chuckled a bit, making me smile. He's so quirky. We walked over to the yordle tables right after grabbing a fork and spoon each. Only Poppy was eating breakfast so far.

"Hey there, Poppy!" I waved at her. She looked up from her meal.

"Morning, Rumble and Ziggs. Have you gotten used to the League yet?"

"Mostly. Just that I don't know what the places are. Especially somewhere called 'Bundle City'."

"Oh that's okay. You don't really need to k- wait. You don't know Bandle City?" She jumped up from her seat and look at me as if I was stupid.

"Well...yeah. Is it important or something?"

"Of course it is. It's where all yordles come from. You'll give the game away if your parents visit and you somehow forgot. ZIGGS! " She turned to him. "You were supposed to explain everything to him. How could you possibly forgotten about Bandle City?" Despite her practically foaming in the mouth, Ziggs kept his cool.

"I'll have you know that actually I was going to bring Rumble there in secret tomorrow to let him see for himself! Today, I'm letting him try riding Tristy first. Wouldn't it be more unusual if he forgot that?" Poppy gritted her teeth, trying to find out what to come back with. But nothing came. "Fine. Suit yourself." She then picked up her plate and left. We both sat down as she stormed out of the cafeteria.

"Don't mind her, Rumble." Ziggs smiled. "Just because she's the ambassador, she thinks she can throw her weight around."

"OK now steady." Ziggs held my hand as I tried clambering into the hulking piece of machinery. I couldn't help but wonder why on earth...wait, I mean Runeterra did Rumble not consider building a small ladder that would allow me easier access to the controls. My feet balanced precariously on the tip of the flamethrowers(which I had seen first hand how freakin powerful they can be). "Walk carefully along the sides." Ziggs was just about coaching me through this. Step by step, I inched closer to the interior. But then, just about one metre away, I somehow slipped on Tristy's arm. "Watch out!" I gasped before tumbling towards the ground. Already, I've experienced a broken limb previously, and it(put simply) sucked. I braced myself for impact, curling my arms over my face. However, I landed on a soft, warm surface instead. "I-I got you." No way. I parted my arms to find that I had landed on top of Ziggs' chest! He heaved slightly from my added weight.

"You okay man?" He asked. My shoulders were supported by his gentle hands.

"Erm, yea. Of course." My face felt burning hot. I'd never been this close to another guy. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it." A slight sweetness seemed to be emitted from his breath. Probably from the additional pancakes with maple syrup. Now that I was closer than ever, I realised that a piece of reddish-brown meat was stuck next to his cheek.

"Hey, you've got some bacon over here." I mirrored where it was.

"Really?" He licked his tongue around the area, successfully flicking it into his mouth. "Mmm. You're right." That was actually...kinda cute to watch. No! Back to the task at hand!

"Alright. Now let's try this again." I rolled off of him and got up. Tristy still remained as tall as ever. There wasn't any obvious way to enter from the front.

"Come on. We've got to think of something. Yordle brains are, after all, the smartest of all." He dusted himself off. Maybe from the back? I strolled to the behind of Tristy to find no obvious way to enter either. "I can't seem to find an entrance here." I exclaimed, but just as I said that, I noticed a small bright-red lever hiding behind the right mechanical arm. I yanked it down and steam hissed out of the behind. Nice sense of humor, Rumble. The equalizer rockets slid upwards towards the ceiling, as if it was about to shoot off into the air. It would suck if I ruined this room. The opening was just big enough for my small stature, but even then it was quite a squeeze slipping inside. Rust flaked off the entrance onto my clean fur. Looking around, the inside was shaped into a spherical ball. A row of brightly coloured buttons and switches lined around the front. A red, leather chair was obviously the driver's seat. I sat down and leaned back. My back sunk into the confines of silky smooth leather. Reaching for the controls, I experimently pressed a button. Tristy coughed and sputtered as she reawakened. Murky black oil seeped out from below the seat. Besides that, this was cool. I flicked a switch and a drawer sprung open in front of me, smashing into my stomach. "Argh." A short burst of pain burned. "Rumble! What's wrong?" I heard Ziggs yell. "Nothing at all. Just smacked myself by accident." Examining the drawer, the contents consisted of tools like variously-sized wrenches, funny-looking screws and other sorts of knickknacks that made no sense to me. I grabbed one tool out, rolling the cold metal on my hand. "Nice." I reached out for another odd tool, when my vision turned fuzzy. My hands fell short of where the drawer was, and I blacked out.

"I'll show them. I'll show them ALL what I'm capable of." The control board was nearly complete. Circuitry fully installed. My flamethrowers can unleash a torrent of fire for the entirety of...just about three seconds. It can spit out electro-harpoons! One at a time...I caressed my rusted metal creation. She can do so much more. If only I didn't despise Heimerdinger. Just thinking of his name aggravates me. Asshole gave away his amazing tech. But for what? A stupid pat on the head. A wrench flew across the room, narrowly missing a half-eaten nutella sandwich. I believe...no... I know I can upgrade her! Just need a bit more time. Perhaps if I bunked school tomorrow, she'll be ready by-

"Rumble! How are ya doing?" That voice. I turned to the doorway of my self-made reclusion to find a figure about the size of the door itself. Her blue fur bounced gleefully like her personality. "Mum. I'm working here." I yelled, returning to rewiring the rockets. "But honey, someone from school is here to see you." I tensed up. Nobody ever wanted to look for me other than for trouble. My mother didn't know about the bullying, thinking that my welts were just accidents from my garage. "He's here, okay. Enjoy yourself." She welcomed the visitor inside, a yordle possibly my age, and shut the door. The air was silent as the guy stood at the entrance. Shadows hid his identity. His head moved from left to right, probably surveying the garage. I grabbed a wrench tightly in my hand, readying myself for an attack. Suddenly, he reached for the side of his shorts and removed a round object. "Cool garage." He mused with a sorta rough tone. As he closed the distance between us, I realised that he was bigger than me by about a head. "Don't come nearer, please!" I shifted back, but my back pressed against the entrance of Tristy. Nowhere to go. "Huh. What's the matter?" He stepped into the glow of sunlight from my overhead window, revealing a coffee-cream coloured yordle. Emerald eyes sparkled with joy, a crescent smile displayed on his face. "Your workshop is awesome. Loads better than the one in school!" He threw up the object in his hand up, becoming alight. "You-... you've got a bomb!" I ducked under the control panels, awaiting the imminent explosion. I curled up tightly, hugging my knees close to my chest. Who'd have thought that they will even go as far as to kill me! "Dude chill~ I haven't rigged any explosives yet. I heard small pings of metal as he crawled over the controls. "I see you've put a lot of work in this." He sounded almost...impressed by me. Only my mother ever praised me. But then again, all mothers do that. "Erm. Yeah." I hesitated leaving my safe zone. He might be trying to lure me out. Whatever space that there was, I wedged myself in even more. "So, ya really are introverted, huh?" More movement. His breathing became louder until his face peered upside down, so close to mine that I felt every warm breath. I buried my face into my dirty arms, breathing so fast that I found myself whimpering. "No no. It's okay. I'm not here to hurt you." He spoke gently. And for the first time, another yordle touched me with no intention to hurt or ask for help. His hands were smooth and clean, quickly getting oily from my dirty fur, caressing my cheeks. My whimpering stopped. Looking up, I could see the genuineness in his eyes. I felt safer now. No danger in the presence of another yordle.

"What's your name?" I asked. He removed his hand from my cheek. I wanted it back, yet I didn't dare request.

"I'm Ziggs." And the world flashed brightly in white.

"rumb... mble...Rumble...RUMBLE!" My whole body shook involuntarily. My eyes shot open to see Ziggs' face a few centimeters from mine. My shoulders swung to and fro, and I realised that he was squeezing them so tight that they hurt. "Ziggs, you're hurting me." I winced.

"Oh sorry." He released all the tension, clasping his hands together. "Are you okay? You just spaced out for a moment there." He looked me straight in the eyes, as if searching for the answer himself.

"Yea I'm fine. Just...I don't know. Dreaming again?" I replied. He didn't seem to sure of it.

"Hmm." He rubbed his chin in thought. "I think you might be having memories of Rumble's past. I too had them for a while once I entered Ziggs." He stared at the controls. Is he reminiscing what happened? "You know what. Let's ask Hagar. He should be able to find out the problem." He said quite seriously.

"Where do we find him?" I imagined that he had a group of summoner friends that he hung out with constantly, neglecting me completely.

"I think I've got an idea. Follow me!"

Author notes: Sorry for not posting for so long. School is hard on me, as per usual. I'm on league amino app, so do follow me for polls on future pairings(I got a kennen x fizz coming up) Reviews would be awesome for this story and have a great day/night!