How are you people? Today is my birthday and to celebrate it with you, I wanted to celebrate it with you with this story. I hope you enjoy!
It was the second day of the year, fittingly cold for the season. That day was one of those that he once enjoyed, but now they seemed so boring and without fun. It was Hizael's birthday, and he was lying on his bed, curled up with his white sheet and with his eyes fixed on the fan, which was spinning and spinning and spinning…
The young man had a strange mix of feelings about that particular day. He was turning twenty, almost at the zenith of youth, the age of partying and celebrating life, and yet he was there, wasting that time in bed without the slightest desire to get up.
He had lived his entire life like this, as far as he could remember. He had never liked going out, much less being the center of attention. He didn't have many friends either and he doubted that anyone, much less his crush, remembered that day; the parties, the noise, the drinks… none of it had gotten him any sympathy. Plus, given what day it was, no one wanted to celebrate after the blast they had celebrating the new year. On the other hand, the relationship he had with his family was terrible and all of his time had gone into studying. Sometimes, just sometimes, the idea of doing something extraordinary crossed his mind, of attracting attention with something impressive and colorful for once in his life: having a fun party as God intended and doing all kinds of social activities like karaoke, snacks, games, a piñata, cake..., and as soon as the idea appeared, Hizael felt a chill, because it seemed like a foreign thought to him.
He had a dark complexion, with short curly black hair, few eyebrows, a face that was not very striking or attractive, a normal build, perhaps a little more chubby than skinny (a product of all the desserts he had eaten and the disgust he had with physical exercise) and his fingernails were eaten away by his nerves, which had been the case for as long as he could think of.
A sigh left his lips as he stood up and headed for the kitchen. He was dressed in a huge black T-shirt and gray shorts, exposing his average-looking legs. His plans for that day would consist of staying in bed all day, checking his phone. Maybe he would order some pizza or ice cream later, but then he would continue to exist without problems, continuing with his boring and lonely life, right?
When he had helped himself to a cup of hot chocolate for breakfast, the typical knock-knock of the door sounded. He frowned, wincing as he spilled some onto his own skin. “Luckily we're the same color,” he said sarcastically, left the empty cup on the table and went to open the door. He glanced down the empty streets several times before grumbling. “Why the heck are they calling if they're not going to be there?! These people are amazing!” he said irritably, because he didn't like jokes at all.
He returned to his room and lay back down on the bed. It was so far an average day, just like all the others, when something crashed through the window and hit his lap. Annoyed, he quickly got up to see who it had been; however, when he looked out the window he saw absolutely no one.
A shiver ran down his spine. Okay, this is weird, he thought, closed the window and looked at what had been thrown at him: a mask.
It was the strangest one Hizael had ever seen, even though he did his secondary education at an arts school. It was faded green in color, with a metal bar with four holes, the top one had an L, without any type of grip with which he could hold onto his face and three holes that formed an expressionless face.
“Hehe! I feel the same, buddy,” Hizael told it, as if the mask were a person. He noticed that there was a note taped to it. He tore it out to read it better.
"Happy Birthday? Why would anyone want a mask as a gift?,” he asked sarcastically. “But nothing is worse, thank you, stranger,” he added. “Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, Hizael, happy birthday to me…” he crooned slowly as he moved the mask from side to side, as if dancing.
Suddenly, his face twisted into a grimace. He didn't know why, but he found this situation depressing. The social connections he could have and here he was, celebrating with a mere mask, which he lowered. With a groan, a tear fell from his eye to the smooth part of it, and in that area, for a few seconds, there was a green glow that caught his attention.
Hizael didn't know if it had been an illusion, but after that glow, he felt different. He was nervous, breathing somewhat heavily and his hands, which were holding the mask, were shaking. He blinked and there it was again, that green flicker of the mask. Was it… was it an invitation to put it on?
However, the state of shock that young Hizael had suffered a 180 degree turn when he suddenly stopped feeling the touch of the mask against his fingers: the mask had jumped off. Before he could react, he felt that cold, smooth surface collide with the skin of his face.
"What the?!" Hizael shouted, and immediately brought his hands to his face. The mask seemed to take on a life of its own and began to extend tendrils from its edges to wrap around the young man's head. Hizael stood up, shaking his body from side to side in an attempt to get it off of him. He also tried to grab those tentacles, but to the touch they became rubbery, liquid, and passed through his fingers. It was an uncomfortable feeling. The wood pressed against his skin and molded to his eyes, his nose, his lips... Hizael stood up and went to the mirror: the mask had covered his entire head. That vision of every feature of him hidden beneath that strange mask was the last thing the man's dark eyes saw before he found himself engulfed in a tornado.
That tornado, in whose upper part a greenish tone could be seen, began to spin throughout the room, bouncing off the paintings, undoing the bed, making the clothes jump out of the closet and the trinkets that were there. The tornado didn't seem to want to be confined there, so it passed through the door and continued spinning through the kitchen and bathroom until it ended up in the middle of the living room. As if it were a car that suddenly hit the brakes, it stopped, leaving a trail of greenish gas that, as it dissipated, revealed a new figure in its place.
He was dressed in one of the finest and most elegant suits one could find. Polished black shoes with white soles perfectly covered 30 cm feet; tight violet pants that showed off worked legs, tied with a black belt whose golden buckle was in the shape of a multicolored star. He was wearing a shirt that fit well against his marked pectorals and a toned torso, and whose white color made him behave like a fresnel; a purple tie, which looked like outer space and fell elegantly over his torso; a vest of the same color as the pants and white gloves. His entire suit presented an iridescence when light hit it from certain angles.
It wasn't his unusual suit that caught attention, nor his electric blue eyes (which contrasted with his previous dark ones), nor his new height, nor the striking party hat that wrapped around his face: it was his head. It featured a green color, and the way his forehead and his chin were accentuated gave the appearance of a rubbery surface. His dark lips were green and curved into a smile, showing those enormous teeth that, as white and bright as a star, gripped a party horn.
The individual blew on his party horn and, at the same moment it sounded, fireworks exploded throughout the room in which he was.
“IT’S TIME FOR ZAEL TO HAVE HIS B-DAY PARTY TIME, BABY!!!”
He said the figure before leaving with everything outside, leaving a big gap in the wall.
The green and purple tornado moved quickly. The sun was barely visible in the sky since it was a cloudy day, but he didn't care in the least: the only thing that should shine and stand out was him, it was his day! Zael stopped in the middle of a park, where there were some people walking. He took a look and smiled at the space.
"Perfect," he said. He blew his party horn again (being in the air like a cartoon) and, with the noise, a huge stage along with some speakers appeared out of nowhere where he was. With a snap, a microphone appeared in his hands. "First on the list: karaoke, let's sing!" he announced, and a lot of shouts and applause sounded in response, even though there was no one to produce them.
Those who were walking calmly approached out of curiosity when they saw that green-headed individual.
"Ready to listen to the best selection of songs specially chosen for the best... birthday... party?!" The response shouting was heard again, and more and more people seemed confused as to the origin of those noises. "Well, let's say no more! Let's get started!" he added and snapped his fingers.
But nothing happened, there was only silence.
"But what?" he asked into the microphone, clicking several times. Out of nowhere, an individual very similar to him, but dressed in black and with dark glasses that gave him the appearance of a bodyguard, approached him with a clipboard in hand, touching his shoulder. Zael turned and the bodyguard gestured for him to come even closer.
"Sir, we have no songs," he whispered.
"How so?!" Zael shouted in a whisper.
"It's just, we've never listened to current songs, remember? Being lonely and stuff so… we don't have... anything."
"How can you wait until this moment? Our audience is demanding songs!" He said, grabbing him by the neck and pointing at the people, who silently watched everything, still not being able to understand how it all happened. The bodyguard was going to reply, but Zael spoke first. "No buts, fool, you’re fired!" he added and kicked him out. Outside the frame of the scene, the screech of a cat was heard.
Zael turned to the people. What could he do? He wanted a song, like every party... like every children's party.
"I got it!" he snapped again. He pulled out his phone (which had a diamond-encrusted purple case) and played a video. From the speakers, a song that no one imagined was heard.
The little chick cheep, from Radio Globo
On the radio there's a little chick, on the radio there's a little chick.
And the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep.
On the radio there's a little hen, on the radio there's a little hen.
And the hen co-co, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep.
He sang while doing the required mimes, even transforming into the animal he mentioned.
On the radio there's a little rooster,, on the radio there's a little rooster…
The scene stopped under the sound of a scratched record, turning gray, with time stopped. Zael spoke, addressing the reader: "The change was because we are in modern times, and the animal is called a rooster, okay? Okay," and, with a snap, he made everything happen normally.
And the rooster doodle-doo, and the hen co-co, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep, and the chick cheep
Some children among those who were there laughed and imitated Zael. The older ones showed disbelief, especially when they all saw themselves imitating the green-headed man through the whole song.
On the radio there's a little tractor, on the radio there's a little tractor
Zael appeared driving a tractor around the stage, tracing circles with his route.
And the tractor brumm, and the tractor bruum, and the tractor bruum and the chick oh oh
But Zael didn't stop: the tractor jumped off the stage and some people immediately moved out of the way to avoid being run over. Zael drove quickly, crossing the park while leaving a purplish halo behind him. When the people realized it, they already had complete will over their bodies and, when they turned to see the stage, it had disappeared, leaving everything as if that man had never been there.
Zael continued driving, but the tractor had transformed into a motorcycle. He was lying on the seat and the motorcycle was moving on its own, avoiding cars and pedestrians. Zael had a list in hand.
"Karaoke: check," he said, checking that item. Then, his stomach growled. "Now, snacks… Well, I'm very picky about what I eat, so I hope I have some luck... is there such a thing as birthday boy's luck?"
Zael didn't pay attention to the road (and ignored the vibrations he felt in his pocket) until he felt it stop. Looking around him, he realized that he had stopped in front of a pizzeria, and not just any one, but one with a special advertisement.
Special New Year's Contest: All You Can Eat!
"Yes there is!" he crooned and got off the motorcycle. Before taking a step, he turned towards him. "Good job, little one, thanks," he said, stroking the motorcycle, which revved his engine like a barking dog, and then took off on his own.
Zael entered the pizzeria and sat down without a second thought in the contestants' seat. The contest began, and Zael gobbled down pizza after pizza without comparison. Needless to say, by far the winner.
"Thank you, thank you..." he said while receiving the award from him. "I want to thank the academia... (burp) for giving me this opportunity."
He put the trophy in his pocket and left with an air of superiority.
"So far so good, the pizzas are always delicious, hehehe..." he said as he took out his list and checked off the snacks. He read that the following said Games. "Games? What am I supposed to play?"
"Look, Mom! A very funny looking horse!" a girl shouted, pulling her mother's arm as they walked near Zael. "Can I go after him?! Please, mom!"
He directed his gaze to the direction in which the girl was pointing and saw, to her surprise, how a colorful horse made of cardboard was running in terror from some children (and some adults) with bats who were doing their best to catch her.
"I see, chase the piñata..." a bat appeared in his hands. "Interesting..."
And taking on the appearance of a little boy, he joined the excited crowd. The piñata ran through all the areas of the city where he could to save himself. Over time, people, exhausted, would abandon the game, but one advantage Zael had was that he didn't get tired as easily. Jumping a car here, dodging a stray dog there, on roller skates or an autowheel, Zael wouldn't give up like the others, but it was as if the piñata was an NPC programmed to always go faster than the others.
"If you can't reach it, catch it," he said, and blew the party horn at him again.
The clouds had parted from the sky when it happened. The horse continued running to escape the children until, with a well-aimed shot, it exploded. It had been Zael, who with a violet bazooka, decided to put an end to it by shooting the base of it. Lots of sweets came out of the piñata that children and adults took. Zael took a few, but seeing that they were not to his liking, he decided to leave them for the others.
"Games, check! Piñata, check!" Zael marked, "now… gifts? Who will give me a gift?"
At that, his cell phone came out of his pocket, acting like a pet annoyed by the lack of attention. When Zael took it, he took a snap selfie (in which he looked gorgeous) and checked out what his cell phone had to show him.
It was a message that, although short, made his heart pound.
Hey, I just woke up, happy birthday, I'm not gonna be home today, but I hope you're having a good time.
It was a message from his crush.
"The luck of the birthday boy is a magic that must be taken advantage of..." Hizael commented, took out a perfume and lay down until he was under a violet cloud. "So sad he’s not free, but yeah, maybe later I can take care of that, hehehe… I guess that counts as a gift, right? Right! Okay, check… Now it’s time for the cake!!”
Suddenly, he heard the screech of a cart being pulled. As he turned around, he realized that there were many people (who looked just like him, but with a baker's suit and a noticeably fake bushy mustache) pulling a carriage carrying a huge chocolate and vanilla cake, with a huge lit candle with a number 20 on top of it.
Many people, out of curiosity or to take advantage, came to where everything was happening. To their surprise, the green-faced bakers served them each a plate of cake.
"A huge cake..." Zael said and saw that everyone around him had a plate. Some were going to eat, but Zael blew his party horn. "Stop! We have to sing happy birthday first! Come on! On three, and one, and one, two, three...!"
And everyone there was forced to sing happy birthday to the smiling Zael, who boasted of the voices and the singing dedicated specifically to him, because it was his day.
Happy birthday, Zael..!! Happy birthday to you....!!
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight... (everyone counted while Zael prepared to blow, breathing so deeply as to cause a tornado, inflating his chest exaggeratedly), eighteen, nineteen... . Twenty!
Zael let out all that air, which blew out the candles and, as he did so, a bunch of streamers came out of it.
"Now, the moment I was waiting for....!!"
Zael launched himself towards the sky and extended his lips to superhuman distances in order to swallow the entire cake, and so he did: he swallowed the cake the size of a building by himself.
"Whew, it was delicious!!" he shouted with a smile. He watched with joy as everyone around him enjoyed cake, something that warmed his heart. "This was the best party of my life!" he said and, after blowing his party horn for the last time, he spun into a tornado to leave the place.
It was the second night of the year, fittingly cold for the season. That was a day that made him feel very strange. It has been Hizael's birthday, and he was lying on his bed, curled up with his white sheet and with his eyes, wide open, fixed on the fan, which was spinning and spinning and spinning…
"That... was... wild..." he stammered still with his eyes open in surprise and with the mask on the side of his head, on another pillow. "That... was... wild..." he repeated, but this time his eyes closed as he began to snore.
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