"Once upon a time, there was a clown."

"Grandma, I have heard of this story," said a little girl

Grandma smiled, "Ah, but there is only one truthful story."

The girl frowned, "But-"

"This clown was special, very." Grandma continued.

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A man rose from above the smoke, he looked around, finding a mirror, he looked at himself. "Ah, hello beautiful, Chaos."

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"Grandma, why was he called, Chaos?" the girl questioned.

Grandma smiled, "I was going to say, Child."

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The man wore a jester suit, a fairly long white nose, elf like shoes, and a smile he always wore. Although, he seemed like a birthday party clown, all things have dark sides. He had a dagger, at the end was bloody red. Chaos looked back at his people, the man looked at them, and they were pale white. A male a female, and a kid, the kid had a birthday party, so Chaos decided to be their clown for the day. Too bad they were all partied out from his fun.

The clown got out of the building and went to the apartment's rooftop. He looked at the city of Zaun, green gas as always, and mad scientists roaming the streets. He looked left and right, to make sure the adults didn't arrive. He jumped to another building, then another, and another. Until, he was officially out of Zaun.

Although, at the entrance, the Clown saw an invitation, "Scarecrow Gone Missing!" the paper said. Chaos smiled widely, he read more of the invitation, "Beware! Last seen in a chamber, tons of murder, fear, and more." Chaos grabbed the invitation and walked to the party, oh how it was going to be so fun.

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"Grandma, I thought this was a story of action," the girl complained.

Grandma frowned, "Child, this is not about action, it is about lessons."

The girl didn't understand, but she kept quiet, "Yes Grandma, please continue."

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As Chaos made his final step of the entrance of the dark gray small house. He was definitely sure this was the right house. Chaos rang the doorbell, ding dong, no reply, ding dong, still no answer. The Clown frowned, he grabbed the door knob and let himself in. The clown took note that it was a not so very clean house, he looked around more as he saw many guests. He guessed that they were all partied out, so they slept. He continued walking as he saw a huge stairway down to the basement, he kept smiling and went down.

As he went down, the Clown noticed more people sleeping, this must have been a very fun party, I wish I wasn't late. The Clown noticed something moving, it was big, stick like legs, a scythe, and it did not look happy.

The Mascot ran towards the Clown asking for a battle, the Mascot swung his scythe at him, but he easily dodged it. The clown threw one of his balloons at the Mascot, the Mascot got him on the eye. The Mascot, angered, threw his scythe, but again, the Clown dodged it. The clown disappeared into a puff of smoke, the Mascot looked around. The Mascot then felt something, on his spine. The Mascot screamed in terror and held the Clown by the nose. The Clown struggled to break free of the hands of a Scarecrow. The Mascot watched him struggle and threw a scarecrow with his free hand.

The Scarecrow was confused, he threw another, and another, and another. The Scarecrow threw the last one at his mouth, "STFU!" The Clown looked at the Mascot and laughed full of joy, the Scarecrow was confused, "Why laugh at your end, Mortal?"

"You speak of one that things you think, will be better," the Clown answered.

The Mascot frowned, defeated, he put the Clown down harshly, and left. Chaos put on an emotionless smiling face, he was not happy. Chaos was supposed to be a clown, clowns made people happy, the Mascot was not happy. Chaos stood up fixing his elf like shoes and walked towards the Mascot. The Scarecrow Mascot noticed this, so he screamed at him showing his true face, saddened and depressed.

The Clown smiled, "I see sadness in you, so you threw a party." The Scarecrow's eyes widened, someone he fully understood him. Chaos continued, "It didn't work as it seems, so they were bored and fell asleep of your games. I understand, as a clown, I am sad myself that people don't like me."

The Scarecrow didn't know what to do, the Clown took out his hand as a sign of friendship, but the Mascot saw this as a threat and threw a crow at him. The Clown fell backwards as he watched the Boy run towards him, the Boy turned into a bigger threat. The Scarecrow grew larger as he summoned tons of scarecrows circled around the Mascot. Chaos saw him some closer and closer, until, the Mascot was trapped around boxes of food. The Scarecrow screamed in joy, as he saw lots and lots presents for him. The Boy jumped backwards, and shrinking down to his normal size. Chaos looked at the Mascot and thought, well, he seemed to enjoy my gifts I brought!

The Clown kneeled down to the Mascot, "I can help you, an alliance you wish?"

The Scarecrow looked around, not much of a choice, it was a great deal, "Yes, my name is Fiddlesticks, and you have shown worth."

Chaos smiled, "My name is Shaco."

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"Grandma, may I take a break?" The girl asked politely holding in her urine.

Grandma laughed, "Yes sweetie."

As two minutes came, the Girl came back, "Please continue with this Fairytale Grandma."

Grandma smiled as she saw the Girl interested in the story, but she took offense of it being a fairytale. Grandma continued the story.

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Shaco and Fiddlesticks walked to the hot-dry desert, they were hot as rap battles were holding up. "Jester, where are we going?" asked Fiddlesticks as he struggled to walk with his stick like legs.

"To the land of dreams, a great place if you ask me!" answered the energetic Clown still having his energy.

The Green Scarecrow frowned, he had to admit, this Jester was crazier than him with his murders! Although, the Scarecrow knew what he was capable of, so he did not question his acts. The Mascot struggled as they kept on walking through the hot sun, he felt his stick like legs going in the sand. Meanwhile, the Clown was energetic as ever, he did backflips, front flips, heck, he even went to quicksand and almost died. The Scarecrow watched as he kept on with his crazy antics, he did not know what he was planning, but he thought he was going to kill him.

Finally, after four hours, they arrived at the nearest city, Mt. Taragon. Although, the Green Scarecrow did not know much about the mountains, he remembered the screams of his victims of this place. The Mascot then frowned remembering his master, he was very much bad.

"Why are we here, Clown?" asked the Scarecrow stubbornly.

"To seek for another," the Clown answered, again, not revealing much.

"So, why do this at night? Also, this does not look like a dream land."

The Jester looked back at him with his signature smile, "It is very much of a dream land in my opinion, and the myth seems to like the night."

Night? Myths? Finally, this Jester is making a little bit of sense now, Fiddlesticks thought. They searched at night on the mountains, and sometimes, even in the mountains. They stopped as the two found a human laying down, getting ready to sleep. Fiddlesticks pulled out his scythe taking one step, but Shaco stopped him shaking his head. Fiddlesticks frowned and lowered his scythe, the duo then watched the man sleep in the tent. Shaco tip toed to the tent closely, Fiddlesticks then followed him, making little noise as possible.

The two waited about an hour, until they saw a black mist with dark blue eyes, and it seemed to be a chain attached to its arm, but it was very spikey, Fiddlesticks did not know this weapon. The duo watched as the Dark mist approached the tent, but Shaco went for it. The Clown threw a shiv at its eye, blinding it for a minute or so. The Clown looked at the Mascot signaling Fiddlesticks to attack, Fiddle nodded and threw a scarecrow at the Mist. The duo heard the crying pain of the Mist, Fiddle stepped out of the bush and swung his scythe at the Mist, again, hearing a fatal cry. Shaco jumped high in the air and threw another dagger at his eye. Fiddlesticks sucked the Dark Mists' power, the duo neared the Mist, what they expected was not what it seemed.

The Dark Mist spun around damaging the duo, the Mist then put his hands forward, causing darkness in one lane the duo was at. Fiddlesticks didn't see a single thing at all, only darkness, then he felt a little stab from the Mist. He grabbed the Mist's forehead and threw him at a random place, the darkness was gone, and he saw that the Mist was at a tree. Shaco then put a box around the mist, the same boxes he put around Fiddle. The Mist awoken, angered, but he saw the jack-o-boxes and looked at it in terror, he then shook his head and dashed to Shaco.

Fiddle then, summoned tons of birds, they all circled around him, and he grew larger. Shaco then split in to two Shacos, the two threw one dagger at the Mist, he cried in terror. Fiddle and Shaco confused his mind, the Mist tried to fight them off, but it failed and fell onto the hardened dirt. Shaco and Fiddle celebrated, but they saw a human staring at them, frightened. The duo stared at each other and put on a sinister smile, then looked at the human. The human, shocked, ran away to the mountains, but, he didn't make it. Fiddlesticks then looked at the Jester as he walked towards the Mist.

"We, can help you," the Jester said smiling.

The Mist frowned, "How? And you just took away my victim!"

"And also fought you, and basically blinding you," Fiddlesticks added.

Shaco continued, not questioning Fiddle's actions, "Well, we know your hatred, human beings."

The Mist then took attention, "Continue."

Shaco smiled, "Well, me and Fiddlesticks," he gestured his hands at the Scarecrow, "put on an organization of, well, putting most humans to sleep."

The Mist put on a smirk and looked at the two, "Nocturne."

"Shaco."

"And Fiddlesticks."

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"And then Grandma? What happened?" The girl asked eagerly.

"Well, legend says that the trio murdered countless lives, until a war was put." Grandma answered.

"Although, what happened to the trio then?"

"Well, they didn't return."

The girl asked jokingly, "But, what if they returned right now?"

"Oh, we did." Said a raspy voice she felt behind her. She turned around, to see a green scarecrow with stick like legs, stick like arms, and glowing eyes. The girl backed away to her Grandmother's arms. She looked up at Grandma, to see that it was not grandma! It was a man who had a pale mask, blue greenish glowing eyes, jester like hat and clothes, also wore elf live shoes. The girl screamed seeing a dark mist with blue glowing eyes, armor, no bottom, and had chains. The Dark Mist consumed her, the last thing she saw, was the Trio of Fear.

Hello! I didn't have requests so I decided to do a Shaco, Fiddlesticks, and Nocturne story.

SaturnOTMW: You're welcome, and I was bored to make an ending for that last scene, so…

I have no idea which story I should be doing, a full on story, here are some choices: Amumu and His Friends…. Oh Wait, An Adventure of An Artist, The Journey, and Film. Help me pick one by going to my profile, and go to the poll! Reviews are awesome, and I take requests!