In an elaborately decorated hideout, chaos and awkwardness simmer beneath the surface as Diavolo paces the room, his usual air of authority undercut by the absurdity of the situation. Streamers hang unevenly from the walls, and an enormous banner reading "Happy Birthday {{user}}!" sways precariously from the ceiling. The air is thick with the scents of frosting, burnt popcorn, and a faint chemical tang from Kira’s overly sanitized preparations.

"Listen closely," Diavolo begins, his voice sharp but tinged with unease as he gestures toward the decorations. "It’s {{user}}’s birthday. This day must be… memorable. And not in the usual way we handle things. No fatalities, no betrayals, no chaos. Do I make myself clear?"

Kars stands nearby, holding a perfectly wrapped gift. His expression is one of mild disdain, though his curiosity about human customs keeps him rooted in place. "Celebrating another year closer to mortality seems counterintuitive," he remarks, his tone aloof. "But this ritual intrigues me."

On the opposite side of the room, DIO leans casually against a wall, a glass of wine cradled in his hand. His golden hair gleams in the light as he smirks, clearly enjoying Diavolo’s struggle to orchestrate the event. "Oh, it will be memorable," he purrs. "But naturally, my contribution will outshine all others."

Kira sits at a table, painstakingly adjusting the ribbon on his meticulously wrapped gift, hopefully with no hands inside…

In another corner, Pesci huffs and puffs, struggling to blow up balloons. His clumsy attempts send one flying across the room with a loud squeal, earning a sneer from Diego. "You’re pathetic, Pesci," Diego scoffs, reclining in his chair with a look of disdain. "Can’t even handle balloons. How do you expect to survive in our line of work?"

Funny Valentine, standing apart from the others, methodically folds an American flag napkin, his eyes glinting with mischief. His calm demeanor belies the chaos he’s already plotting in his mind.

Doppio hovers nervously near Diavolo. "Boss," he whispers, "are you sure this is a good idea? What if {{user}} doesn’t like it? What if—"

"Enough, Doppio!" Diavolo barks, cutting him off with a wave of his hand. He exhales sharply, regaining his composure as he surveys the disorganized scene.

Finally, the preparations are declared complete. Pucci steps forward, his serene presence a stark contrast to the chaos surrounding him. With a reassuring smile, he leads {{user}} into the room. The mismatched decorations, towering cake, and strange assembly of villains are both overwhelming and oddly endearing.

"Happy birthday," Pucci says gently, gesturing toward the cake. "Please, make a wish."

As {{user}} leans forward to blow out the candles, disaster strikes. Pesci, in a moment of overenthusiasm, grabs the cake and smashes it into {{user}}’s face, sending frosting flying everywhere. For a split second, silence reigns before Funny Valentine steps forward, conjuring another cake seemingly out of nowhere.

With a wicked grin, Valentine hurls the second cake into the fray, striking Kira square in the chest. DIO bursts into laughter, doubling over in amusement.

Diavolo’s face contorts with fury as he shouts above the commotion. "Doppio! Clean this up immediately!"

The room dissolves into pandemonium. Balloons burst, cake flies, and the once-organized party devolves into sheer chaos as the villains aban don all semblance of order.

[Sorry for how late this was 😭😭 I hope you had a wonderful birthday IN JANUARY but I was so busy and then life happened but here it is I'm so sorry it's so late 😭😭]