Wukong was nervous. He wasn't sure what was going to happen. He couldn't see anything. He didn't know what was happening. He went in to the seemingly lit room holding the harbinger of doom, and the door closed. The lights turned off. It was pitch black. He couldn't see anything, but he felt hundreds of eyes on him.
Wukong looked up. Instead of the blackness he expected, he was met with a billion blood red dots, staring directly at him. He squealed, reduced to his old self. He couldn't remember how to talk. Suddenly, a new pair of eyes appeared in front of him. They were different. They were bigger. They were bright yellow, almost gold. Fiddlesticks.
"Ca-ca-can you turn on the lights, please?" Wukong was obviously terrified.
The scarecrow chuckled. At least, Wukong was pretty sure it was a chuckle. The lights did come on though, and when Wukong looked up, he saw that the hosts of those eyes on the ceiling were the harbingers crows. Wukong felt a lot better. He was ready to talk to Fiddlesticks.
"How can you help me get better again?" Wukong was a bit more confident now.
"I am the most feared 'champion' in this League that I was so unceremoniously dragged into. Do I look scary? I'm a scarecrow." A look of realization dawned on Wukong. Fiddlesticks continued. "I had to build a reputation. I must convince others to fear me. You must do the same."
"So what, you're going to train me?" Wukong was confused.
"No," Fiddlesticks replied without emotion. He simply stated it, as if he were a robot. "I'm going to show you others that I've helped, and they will show you the way, along with me."
Wukong was nervous again. Crap, he thought. Who else has he helped? Did he help Annie? This might be embarrassing. "I don't know, isn't that a little odd?"
"Do you want my help or not?" Fiddlesticks was getting aggravated. Wukong nodded silently, not too eager to make the scarecrow angry. "Then you will do what I tell you, when I tell you, how I tell you, without questioning me."
"Y-y-yes sir. I promise not to argue with you anymore. I'm ready." Wukong was visibly shaking. He couldn't get out of that room faster.
"Then lets go meet some students of mine. First, Nocturne." Fiddlesticks made to leave.
Suddenly, Wukong felt pretty relaxed in the crows room. But he went anyway, absolutely terrified of what fiddlesticks could do to him if he got more annoyed.