Chapter 420 - My CO Stash #20 - League of Legends, Not Heroes by RavensDagger (WormXLoL) (1/2)

-I'm a simple man if I see League, I read/

Synopsis: Taylor summons legends. These are not heroes.

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Chapter 1

Taylor was the luckiest girl.

Well, no, that wasn't quite right. Lucky would have been avoiding the circ_u_mstances that lead her to triggering in the first place. But that was all past her now. It was a thing that had happened and she was over it, mostly. Now she had the best power ever at her beck and call and that, that was lucky.

”Hey there, Teemo,” Taylor said as she grinned down at her friend. The little yordle looked up to her and grinned right back.

”Hey Taylor,” he said as he used the back of his blowgun to scratch at the side of his head. Teemo was one of the sweetest summons she had. He was so nice and friendly and kind, not to mention super cuddle-able and generally one of the nicest little guys around. ”How are you doing?” he asked.

Taylor stretched, her pyjama top all frumpled and wrinkled from being slept in. She yawned. ”I'm feeling great. You didn't stay up all night, did you?” she asked.

Teemo shifted from foot to foot and Taylor couldn't resist patting him on the head. ”Not all night,” Teemo said.

”Silly. You need sleep too.”

”I just wanted to check the perimeter,” Teemo said. ”Make sure no wild creatures snuck up to the house.”

”This is Brockton Bay, not a jungle. Though, yeah, some people might count as wild creatures,” she admitted. Emma could look an awful lot like a prowling lioness. No. Lions were cool and noble. A prowling alligator. No one liked those.

Taylor, being the luckiest girl ever, had the best power ever. She could summon heroes! Not just one or two, but what felt like an entire pantheon of incredible people. She hadn't even scratched the surface yet and already she was dizzy at the sheer power and versatility of the people she got to meet.

They even came with their own pyjamas! Well, Teemo didn't have that option, but she could spawn him in a big bee costume that was so cute it nearly made her heart stop the first time she summoned him that way.

”So, what are we doing today?” Teemo asked.

”Ah, well,” Taylor began. ”I was thinking we could just... hang out. As friends?” she asked. ”M-maybe summon even more friends later, like Zoe and Lux and Akali and maybe some new friends after that?” Some of her friends were admittedly a little strange, but they were all the sweetest people. She had a hard time believing they would hurt a fly.

Caitlyn had helped her set up some fly traps when she complained about mosquitos, Heimerdinger had helped her fix the front step one morning while her dad was out and she took Cho'Gath out for walkies in the docks once and not one mean person bothered her for the entire evening!

She was the luckiest girl.

”I need to go to the bank later,” she mused.

”I can scout the way,” Teemo said and he was so earnest about it she just couldn't say no, even if she knew how to get there already.

***

The brown-haired girl before her turned to stare but went back to her smart phone a moment later. Taylor was going to wave and introduce herself, but then a pit started to grow in her stomach, her breathing came in a gasp and she thought that the corners of her vision were starting to darken.

What if she was from Winslow? Or knew someone from there? What if she was like Emma? She could hurt her, betray her.

Taylor's arms dropped her side and her breathing calmed down as she abandoned the idea of small talk. Small talk was for chumps anyway. And she had her summons now. Her awesome summons who all wanted to be her friends and who were always nice to her.

Nerves settled, Taylor waited in the line as it slowly moved forwards. An old man by the counter was waving some receipts around in the face of a bored looking clerk, a baby rocking in the arms of a middle-aged woman to one side was crying up a storm and the cheap music was stuck on a loop of three year old pop music.

Then a rolling tide of darkness swept into the room from the far end, followed soon after by huge monsters.

Taylor froze, limbs unmoving until the brown-haired girl bumped into her and jostled her out of her initial panic.

That only left the non-initial panic to deal with.

Taylor found herself pressed against a pillar, back rocking and eyes unfocused as the bank robber, the supervillain bank robbers, threatened everyone in the bank.

”Calm down,” the girl from before said.

She reached out to touch Taylor, as if to place a hand on her shoulder. But she wasn't one of Taylor's, she wasn't a friend.

No, Taylor needed a friend, she needed a friend now, one that was confident and strong and who could keep the bad guys at bay. No, what she needed were many friends.

Finding a friend to summon was never an easy task. She had so many at her disposal that keeping track of all of them was sometimes difficult. Even just counting them was like trying to count grains of sand that were being shaken together. Still, there were themes and commonalities. She could sort her friends out into categories. Those were mostly about how they liked to fight, unfortunately, not about what sort of tea they liked or if they wanted to hang out indoors or out.