A Birthday Party Disaster

This story is written in honor of Poptropica’s Fifth Birthday. Happy Birthday, Poptropica!

If you want to see what the characters look like, scroll down for their avatar links!!

Sporty Carrot could wait for her party. Every year, she planned a celebration inviting all of her friends to celebrate her and Poptropica’s birthdays. She held the parties in the Common Room for Time Tangled, because that was the most party like room. This year, Sporty Carrot was horrified. Every year, she always had the Birthday Outfit that you got by clicking on the special balloon. But she just couldn’t find it this year. She couldn’t just end the party- all of her friends were counting on her! So she just had to stick with her free 5th Birthday balloon. She gulped, and slipped on her nicest clothes-a fancy blue shirt and a black skirt. Sporty Carrot brushed her lush, brown wavy hair over her shoulder, and brushed her bang over her eye. She inflated her balloon and left for the party. When she entered, her friends just stared at her.

“What? Sporty Carrot with no Birthday Outfit?”

“No way!”

“Somebody take a picture!”

Sporty Carrot’s lip quivered. She couldn’t stand it! Suddenly, the door burst open.

“Who dares disrespect the Poptropica birthday by not wearing the special outfit?!”

A figure emerged, and it was a beautiful, tall woman. She had streight black hair, and a long blue dress. She looked down at Sporty Carrot with disgust.

“You shall pay!!!”

She thrust out her hand, and a tank of Balloon Helium hit her in the head.

“Ow,” Sporty Carrot muttered sleepily.

And that’s when true chaos erupted. Everyone screamed, running about. The women threw her head back and laughed.

“You may go,” she said,

“ANYONE WEARING THE 5TH BIRTHDAY COSTUME MAY GO!” she repeated.

Everyone but Sporty Carrot scrambled out of the room, no one daring to tell the cops. The woman strode towards Sporty Carrot.

“Let’s just see how you enjoy this party!”

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Sporty Carrot woke up with a terrible headache. She was about to reach for the aspirin that was next to her bed, when she remembered-she wasn’t at home.

“Feeling better, Party Pooper?” a women asked.

Sporty Carrot spun around to face the woman who had captured her.

“You,” she muttered, voice trembling,

“You attacked me because I wasn’t wearing the Fifth Birthday Costume!”

She glared at the woman.

“Who are you?!”

The woman just laughed.

“Funny how the girl who loves birthdays so much doesn’t know who I am.”

The woman sternly looked at Sporty Carrot.

“I,” she announced,”am the Birthday Queen, but you may call me Fierce Star. I rule over all Birthdays in Poptropica, and if they are not perfect… then I have a problem.”

Sporty Carrot gulped. “And you have a problem with me not wearing the outfit… because?…”

Fierce Star snarled at her. “You were not wearing the Fifth Birthday Costume during the biggest party of the year! That is disrespectful not only to Poptropica, but to ME, too! Now, I will DESTROY YOU WITH ANYTHING RELATED TO BIRTHDAYS! Shall I start with the poisoned birthday cake, or the Pin the Bomb on the Sporty Carrot…?”

Sporty Carrot looked at her surroundings. There just had to be a way out of here! Suddenly, she saw something, something powerful enough to ruin The Birthday Queen’s celebration.

Sporty Carrot started moaning, “Oh, I don’t feel so good,” and dropped to the ground, kneeling and howling.

“Oh, give me a break!” Fierce Star yelled. “I just got these floors waxed! Don’t puke on them!”

While fake kneeling, Sporty Carrot grabbed the stick used for the Limbo, and Pole Vaulted through the air, kicking Fierce Star in the nose. Fierce Star howled, complaining that it was broken. That bought Sporty Carrot some time. While still in the air, she hit the door with such force that she knocked it down. She ran out, and exited the building, jamming the door shut with the Limbo Stick.

“No!” she heard Fierce Star yell behind her, enraged.

Suddenly, she heard footsteps behind her.

“What- is my sister okay?!”

Sporty Carrot spun around, and saw a woman might have been Fierce Star’s twin, but this girl had wavy light-blonde hair, and a pink dress, and no frown on her face.

“Your… sister?” Sporty Carrot said, confused. “But if she’s… then who are you?”

The young woman looked at her sadly. “I am the Birthday Queen, but you may call me Mighty Star. My sister is in that building.”

Sporty Carrot had a look of complete confusion on her face. Mighty Star frowned.

“What is it?” she asked, worried.

“But… your sister… said she was the Birthday Queen.”

Mighty Star sighed. “Oh, dear. Fierce Star telling lies again, hmm? The truth is, she is the exact opposite of me. She is against everything about Birthdays.”

“But she said she was going to destroy me only because I didn’t have the special Birthday outfit!”

Mighty Star shook her head. “No, that was just another lie. My senses tell me that you through a party, so you hosted it, correct? Then she probably only went after you and nobody else because you came up with the idea.”

Sporty Carrot gaped at her. “How did you know?”

The Birthday Queen shrugged. “I rule over Birthdays. I know everything about them. I’ve been to them all, sometimes in different forms, like children’s cousins that they suddenly have, or…  best friends they didn’t have before.”

She looked at Sporty Carrot slyly. Did she look… ashamed?

“I often pretend to be somebody else that I just make up at the top of my head. But I always have some distinct feature I keep, like my blonde hair, or my hight, or anything like that.”

Again, that sly look.

“I always liven up the parties by playing my favorite game- the Limbo!”

She smiled at Sporty Carrot. “Go on; go to your family. I’ll take care of my sister. Goodbye, Sporty Carrot!”

“Goodbye, ” Sporty Carrot replied.

As Sporty Carrot walked home, she realized, “How did Mighty Star know her name when she never told her?”

She remembered her laughing,“I rule over Birthdays. I know everything about them. I’ve been to them all, sometimes in different forms, like children’s cousins that they suddenly have, or…  best friends they didn’t have before”…   “I often pretend to be somebody else that I just make up at the top of my head. But I always have some distinct feature I keep, like my blonde hair, or my hight, or anything like that.” …”I always liven up the parties by playing my favorite game- the Limbo!”

That meant, the Birthday Queen had been at all of her Birthday Parties, obviously. She just said she went to them all. The one person guaranteed to make the party fun, even if no one was there. The same person who gave her the idea to use the Limbo Stick to free herself. The person who loved the Limbo. Who always stood by her side wherever she went. The girl with the long blonde hair who she met at her very first party… And The Birthday Queen hinted about being best friends…

Which meant…

Her best friend was the Birthday Queen. She had to be. The facts were all right in front of her the whole time…

Avatar Links:

Sporty Carrot

Fierce Star/Anti Birthday Queen

Mighty Star/Birthday Queen

*Written by Fearless Speck*

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