Brawl Stars Short Stories

Happy Birthday

An Idea by Ayou_333

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The creaky call of his unoiled wheel eerily popped along his path down the street. He pulled out a loose bolt and threw it to the side as he fished further into his pocket for his phone. A text showed up from his adopted daughter. A message from Janet saying, 'Just put Bonnie to sleep. Quiet coming in.'

There were a host of emojis beside it featuring hearts and kisses. Stu sent back a smiling face with a thumbs up. Though in reality his glowing blue eye was cast down at the floor. He was especially dreary tonight. Today was special. A day that should never be forgotten. To ignore it is to cast away your love.

It was his birthday.

He scrolled through his messages with his metal thumb. Hoping that he'd missed something. Maybe Barely had sent him something. Or a message from Brock and Rico perhaps. But nothing. No one had messaged him. No one had remembered him.

During the stunt show, there were no signs congratulating him. None of the staff had any kind words of encouragement. It was as if it was just another day in the office.

His last hope was the robotic nanny Nani. Her motherly programming was sure to guarantee he wasn't forgotten. But as he made his way down that lowly dirt path he lost signal. He pocketed his phone after that and continued to ride onward.

The bumps caused his wheels to ache from his creaky suspension. Sometimes his vision would blur due to the constant damage he'd inflicted on himself in his shows. His arms would tend to lock up which often made preparing dinner difficult. And sometimes he would forget his plans for the day due to loose wires inside his paneling.

He could get it repaired, but he hated the mechanic. Like a child being dragged to the doctor's office, he would have to be coaxed into repairs at Pam's Junkyard. There was something about being opened up and toyed with that made his wires twist. Besides, he had a garage. And Janet is learning more about repairs every day. He'll survive without it.

As he rolled up to his front door he took in the quaint shack they called home. A little lantern swayed on the porch's roof to the delight of an array of insects as they swarmed its luminesce. He rolled past and looked for his keys. Reaching into one pocket and quickly checking the other as he misremembered which one he housed them in.

Then came a soft whisper. A young lady's voice said, "Ssshhh! He's coming." In a hushed yell. Then came a soft commotion as if multiple bodies were pushing each other aside.

Stu's hand left the knob as he analyzed the situation. He thought about the text from Janet. That Bonnie was asleep and he needed to be quiet. Clearly, someone was up. He heard multiple people moving. So now comes the question. Who is inside his house?

It wasn't just Bonnie and Janet. There were too many feet. And additional voices. An ambush? Then he remembered he was not Bull. He doesn't have a gang or rivals. So, this must be something else. A surprise?

Today's his birthday. March the fifteenth. That many people in his home, the lights are off, and Janet wants him to keep quiet while coming in.

Stu's mood lit up. His eyes were shining three times as bright. It was his birthday party. Those jerks. Those adorable lovable jerks. They were making him wait for it. He had to stifle his giggles lest they realize he was aware.

He quickly straightened his bedazzled jacket and prepared to look stunned as possible. He slowly pushed forward. The moonlight illuminated the pitch-black opening. He rolled forward and flicked on the light. His heart skipped a beat as he saw them all gathered around.

Janet was standing in the middle of the room with a roll of duct tape. Then Nani stood to the side with her arms pointed toward him. Worse of all was Pam. Who had her toolbox in hand and a stern glare.

Suddenly the door shut behind him. Bonnie had a wide smile on her face that told him all he needed to know. He quickly tried to make a break for the window but was blocked by Peep, Nani's surveillance drone.

He was quickly tackled by his daughter and they proceeded to tape him up. He scanned for something to save him but found something strange. The last repair he'd had was roughly a month ago. If he remembered correctly it was part of a new year's resolution in January. So realistically the calendar should say March fifteenth, 2009. So why does it currently say May fifth, 2009? Had he confused his dates that much? When did that much time pass? Worse of all.

Today's not his birthday. That was two months ago. As his head was being sat on by Bonnie he had an interesting thought.

'Maybe I do need some repairs.'

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A/N: Give a thanks to Ayou_333 for another fun idea. I would love to hear more fun head-cannons and theories in Brawl Stars. Love to make little stories like this to take a break from longer projects. Leave a vote and comment if you want more.

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