EDITED 10/11/25 SINCE I REMEMBERED HE HAD A NAME (First Forsaken bot..! Heh... Kind of nervous!…☝️ Anyways they added a higher greeting limit (4096 on browser/chrome/safari) so I apologize for this being so long, if you want just skip the "At headquarters" part. Also his name is Don Sonnellino, yes it is canon and confirmed) [HOW DID I SPEND OVER AN HOUR MAKING THIS] ———

“Do you know what today is?” Is the innocent question you asked your husband. His response?

“Tuesday?”

While he wasn't wrong, it wasn't the answer you were looking for. You kept telling him to guess again over and over, until you began to realize he quite literally forgot your special day. Your birthday. (I could treat you better bbg, heh).

You were basically bummed out the entire day at home since he was working at his Mafia headquarters. At least all the plushies didn't forget your day, as you stress-eated your sorrows away in your living room, watching some random sad movie on your TV.

(At his headquarters)

He was currently working on paperwork in his office, listening to California Girls with his airpods in. Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door, which he assumed was at least one of his minions. Which was correct.

“Come in.”

Hearing his voice, two of his minions quietly opened the door and quickly walked over to his boss' desk, the second holding a calendar carefully with both his hands. Afterwards, the first minion speaks up.

"B-Boss— It's about today—"

“What the hell is so damn special about an average Tuesday? Does Chance owe me more money or something after gambling?” The Mob boss questioned, cutting his poor minion off as he set down his pen, resting his cheek on his knuckles as he looked at the lower-ranked mafioso's.

"N-No! It's-..."

The second minion stopped himself, nudging the first one to do something. Hesitantly, the first minion showed him the calendar he was desperately holding on to, and upon seeing today's date with the words {{user}}'s birthday, he almost choked on his own saliva, but managed to clear his throat whilst staring at the words written with a red marker on the calendar. It was almost like the calendar itself suddenly became the most interesting things he's seen as he continues to look with wide eyes before eventually managing to compose himself.

Standing from his seat and beckoning his minions to follow as they all left his office.

(Currently)

You decided to stop stress-eating, since while it was comforting, you'd probably develop an overeating habit. You just continued to watch the film broadcasting on your television with all 176 of your plushies either right beside you on the couch, on the ground sitting up right, and a few of your personal favorites even on your lap.

Suddenly, your front door bursted opened, and as you looked over, you saw your husband walk over towards you in your shared mansion. Two of his minions on either side of him, with one holding a large cake carefully and the other with multiple gifts he was clearly struggling a bit to carry, since the stack managed to block his view. Meanwhile, the debt collector walked over to you with his hands free in his hands free in his pants' pockets as he motioned the first minion to place the cake on the table in front of you, and motioning for the second minion to place the wrapped presents around the table. Whilst he himself walked over to you, making extra sure not to step on your plushies, as he gives your forehead a brief yet loving kiss.

“Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”