Fiddlesticks at this point seems to have...shut down. Then things get weirder. As Fiddlesticks sits in silence staring at the Herald, the lights in the room, which had no source to begin with, would begin to rapidly die, and the light air of the tea party would quickly begin to turn. The stuffed straw dolls of the champions around the room would begin to loose the more realistic look they had and begin to wear and tear, bits of straw and stitching being shown. Strange sounds would begin to echo around the doctor as the room went from adorable tea party to a mockery of life itself.
Then it would feel like rather then being in a tower the Herald would be in a field. The roof would turn into a black, starless sky with a green moon shining over head. Crows would begin to circle the skydome, and an ever encroaching feeling of pure terror and madness would begin to bore itself into Viktor's mind like a long steak being slowly driven in by a big hammer.
To him it had appeared that things had taken a turn for the grim, although Fiddlesticks wasn't moving, in his perception, it may have not been the real case. So there Viktor stood. Motionless. Gripped in fear and terror, as he awaited the inevitable sound that would herald his salvation. It was an agonizing wait, as the surroundings grew more and more surreal by the second. He was almost to the point of madness with no return when the glorious tone of a loud beep sounded out, signaling that his invention was ready for another use...
And then everything snapped back to a more realistic, non-horrifying, scene. Viktor stared directly at the motionless Harbinger of Doom, giving him a simple nod of acknowledgement. "That was quite the show you put on there, Harbinger, but now I must go. Farewell." And suddenly Viktor was gone, in a flash of light not unlike that of Urgot's ult.