It was pointed out to me by a friend that this thread has over 2500 views, which is awesome! I didn't think it'd get that much attention. I started it about... 26/27 days ago? So that means it's gotten roughly 90 views a day (estimated)! So thanks guys!
Want to know something ironic? I originally was going to say that this would be shorter than it usually is. Turns out it'll be the longest post I've ever written :| Hope it isn't a TL;DR case! So yeah. Sorry for the length, but I didn't want to split it!
Metalhead Amumu (Part 3)
Annie huffed and withdrew the hand that was extended towards the Pentapants that were hung inside a wardrobe. They weren't underwear for 5-legged people; they were just Pentakill themed underpants. Apparently, Yorick Mori was being planning to be remembered as a man with a keen eye for business as well as a damn good guitarist, and these were the prototype. Though they couldn't see anything behind the door, they could see stage lights flaring from the gap underneath. The speakers were blasting so loudly that vibrations could be felt underneath their feet, and Karthus being able to sing above all of it was quite impressive.
When the lights went out and Sona began her epic solo, Annie giggled as she saw Amumu melt into the sofa and stare at the door with oogly-eyes. Leaving a captivated Amumu on the sofa, she jumped off and began to explore the room. This was a once in a lifetime opportunity. It couldn't be wasted just sitting around! With Tibbers in her hands (who was at this point yelling furiously to never do drugs), she spotted something on the bar counter. It was a rather fruity looking drink, like liquidised rainbows, and the colours were swirling around in the drink.
THIS looked exotic. Tibbers' flailing arms and shrieks of "DON'T DO IT YOU MAD CHILD!!" fell upon deaf ears as she plucked up the glass from the counter, holding it in both hands and taking a gulp.
"... Mmm..." She said dreamily. "This tastes great! Hey, Amumu! Come check this out!"
"Huh?" Amumu was broken out of his Sona induced trance, and his eyes widened as he saw Annie chugged down more of the beverage. "NO!" He cried out as he flung a bandage towards the glass, pulling it out of Annie's grip.
"Do you even know what this is?!"
"Sure I do! It's... um..." Annie coughed. "It's rainbow juice." She said matter-of-factly. Her eyelids fluttered from sudden fatigue for a moment and she put a hand against her head. "I feel woozy." She murmured.
Her hand was grasped by Amumu within seconds, an act she didn't object to, and was slowly guided back to the sofa. "Well that's what you get for messing around with stuff you don't know about." He muttered.
Shortly after, the music had died down in the rehearsal room and the lights were switched off. When the door was opened, the band members emerged (except for the drummer, of course) and were giving their visitors a quizzical look. Yorick, however, was looking to his wardrobe and making sure no one had pilfered his pentapants.
Karthus scowled. "What'd she do? She's looking a little pale."
"I dunno... she just drank something she found."
Annie had suddenly burst into a giggle-fit, her hands covering her mouth. "Hehehehe... Tibbers is such a funny name. It rhymes with... with... FLIBBERS!" She laughed harder at her "witty" epiphany, sprawling out of the sofa and poking Tibbers in the eye.
Tibbers was not amused.
Mordekaiser intervened, shaking his head. "It was just alcohol. A very potent beverage. She'll be fine... though you will need be going, as we're leaving. But if all goes to plan... we'll see the pair of you at the concert in a few days."
[CENTER]Five Days Later[/CENTER]
"Amumu! Hurry UP! We need to get good seats!"
Annie was dressed in a decidedly more... dark attire. Her hair was as black as coal, and to replace her purple dress and stripy stockings was a Pentakill t-shirt and a pair of blue denim jeans. Her backpack was discarded and even Tibbers had gotten a makeover. He insisted he looked ridiculous, but Annie was too hyped up to notice.
"Um, Annie? Maybe you ought to calm-"
"BLITZCRANK! GET YOUR BUTT OUT HERE!" She shrieked at the top of her lungs.
"... How do your parents even let you do this stuff?" Amumu stared at her with a puzzled look.
She shrugged, blowing a strand of black hair out her face. "Easy. I just remind them we have Tibbers, Blitzcrank and more importantly, that I can burn anything that touches me!"
"Well... when you say it like that..."
The sound of metal feet pounding against the ground had interrupted the silence. Blitzcrank hadn't decorated his steel shell, but he did have a Pentakill banner held up by a pole attached to his back. When he appeared, Annie frowned.
"You didn't dress up?"
"The genre of the music tonight will be metal. I am made of metal. I believed my presence to be appropriately suitable."
Annie held up a finger objectively, but surrendered to his logic. "Good point, I guess. LET'S GO PEOPLE! We gotta get a good view!"
Without wishing to provoke another screech from bossy-boots Annie, the pair agreed that it was time to depart. It was a long trip to Noxus, but they had eventually made it. At any other time there might've been virtually no one on the streets save for stray animals, but the street was bustling with people who, like Annie, were getting to the concert earlier to avoid being stuck at the back and unable to see band in all their glory. The trio were certainly an odd sight and were immediately spotted, the citizens of Noxus giving them alienating looks.
Amumu felt the scruff of his neck suddenly seized and yanked out of the crowd. He didn't appear to be the dangerous sort, however. It was a man, lanky and pale, with a trimmed goatee and clad in a tuxedo. His eyes were hidden from view with a pair of stylish polarized shades, and some odd looking wire was coming out of his ear.
"Hey, what're you-"
"Shhh. Mordekaiser wants to see you. Says it's urgent."
Amumu peered at him, though he only saw his own reflection. He was quick and to the point. "Um... okay? Sure, let's go."
The stranger pressed his finger against the device on his ear before nodding in understanding to the faint voice speaking to him before setting his gaze on Amumu.
The man in black had lead Amumu through secret passes he hadn't even fathomed. It was as if he was being taken through a new maze that was in front of his eyes, yet completely unseen. There wasn't a soul in sight. His escort was clearly some sort of bodyguard for the band - a very efficient one at that. He hadn't even spared to spark up small talk. When they arrived at their destination, they were backstage. He was lead through a corridor before left in front of a door that said "Pentakill - Band members only!". But despite the sign, the stranger knocked on the door.
When the knock was answered, Amumu was welcomed inside by Sona. They all appeared to be deeply troubled by something, and he noted that there werent five members. There were only four, and last he checked, the band wasn't called Quadrakill.
"Um. Hi guys. What's going on?"
Mordekaiser was sat on a throne made of steel, and upon Amumu's arrival, he gestured him to come closer. "Hello again, little one. We appear to have some... difficulties that you could help with."
A sigh echoed through his helmet, not awaiting Amumu's reply as to whether or not he even wanted to help. "Our drummer has had an emergency. Unfortunately, his family couldn't die quietly." At this he grunted. Clearly, he wasn't Mr. Sensitive. "At any rate, without a drummer, we cannot do this gig. Pentakill will NOT flake on our fans because of an inconvenience!"
His fist slammed against the arm rest, living a dent. Amumu jumped at the sudden outburst. "O-Okay... so what do you need me more?"
This time, it was Karthus would answer. "You may not be a drummer, but you are the only one who has heard the songs we practiced for tonight. And because our glorious Lord doesn't want a black mark on his record..." His glowing eyes would glare at the man of metal, "... we have no choice but to find a last minute drummer. This will have to be YOU."
Amumu's eyes widened. "M-me? Playing on stage? With Pentakill? I... um... but uh... I-I don't even know how-"
"Then you will learn." Mordekaiser stated sternly, getting up onto his feet. His personality was like his armour, stubborn and immovable. It didn't look like Amumu was going to be getting any say in this. A bundle of parchments were handed to him, with a series of strange writings that he couldn't make sense of. "You have thirty minutes to practice. Kyle will translate." He waved a metal gauntlet in the air dismissively.
He had to learn all the things he could about drumming and practice as hard as he could... or face embarrassment in front of all of Noxus, and punishment from an uncompromising lord of metal.
Thirty minutes had passed. He had learned all he could, and it was time. The sound of eager, screaming fans could be heard even from outside the city. Night had now fully enveloped the sky, the moon shining radiantly and they were chanting the name Pentakill in unison, and various crew members were pacing around and barking orders to each other. Last minute details were being rushed, and security were getting into position. Despite Mordekaiser being quite able to kill any fans that got into the stage, he didn't particularly enjoy the idea of a lawsuit being filed against him.
Amumu had been taken away into a dressing room by Sona, who was giving him a quick makeover so he would look like the part. It was remarkably similar to his "Emumu" costume that some summoners enjoyed dressing him up in as a joke. A black wig was fixed to his head. It was long, wiry and styled in an iconic rockstar look, plus atop the wig he was given a beanie hat. His torso was wrapped in a sleeveless black jacket with "PENTAKILL" inked onto the back. He flexed his fingers when he pulled on some fingerless gloves, attempting to get comfortable. With all the bandages, it was like wearing a second skin of clothes.
"You sure this looks okay?" Amumu asked as he rolled his shoulders.
Before he could get an opinion, curtains had been swung open and he was dragged onto the stage with the rest of the band members. When everyone had appeared, the crowd had thrown their arms into the air and cheered until their lungs were ready to burst. Their cries of excitement were so loud that Amumu felt the sound slam into his chest, and his knees couldn't help but go a little wobbly. There was a LOT of people. Way more than he had expected, but he couldn't turn back now. If he did, he would have to pay for it later.
In the midst of the crowd, Annie was sat atop Blitzcrank's shoulders, and upon seeing her beloved friend about to be rocking out with Pentakill, she fell into a stunned silence.
Mordekaiser pumped a fist into the air, causing the crowd to scream even louder. "PREPARE YOURSELVES, MORTALS!" He bellowed.
The first chord was struck. The microphone grasped. Strings echoed, and the crowd was roaring. Before he began to pick up the drumsticks with trembling hands, he witnessed Annie holding up her hands and making devil horn signs with them. Her mouth was open and her tongue sticking out, proving to be a comical sight. With a grin, Amumu placed on a pair of sunglasses to be extra cool and played his tune. He couldn't describe the feeling of thousands of people cheering him on, even when he was playing a few notes incorrectly. He was doing a good enough job to convince the city. He felt a rush surge through him that he hadn't felt before in his undead state. The fear melted away and he was becoming one with the music. He was in the zone.
Hours later, the concert had come to an end. Amumu's hands were frozen, unable to let go of the drumsticks until he was guided off the stage. But the fact that a drummer was seen and visible had started quite a panic, and journalists were already at the scene, but quickly brushed away unless they wanted to become children of the grave. Amidst the sea of people, he spotted Annie.
He could only grin widely at her.
... Maybe she'll like me after this.