Happy birthday, sistah! :D
It is redriding_freak 's birthday today, and she asked for a silly drabble...
The Countless Marvels of A Plastic Square With a Small, Round Push Button
Most people are ignorant to this (and most of simply choose to ignore it), but even to this day, in this scattered world, some people possess unique abilities that might fall under the supernatural category.
These abilities, special powers if you will, can be as varied as varied people are, and some can be so subtle that the owner can go through a lifetime unaware of its existence...
This is the case, or this would be the case of Piscléfio Feijão, a young man of twenty-five who did not ask for his secret power, did not know of his secret power, did not see the use of his secret power... until a very special day arrived and changed all that.
There have always been oh-so-many reasons for Piscléfio to be teased about, ever since he was a little boy. Starting with his name (which was Portuguese for a neologism about fish with beans) and ending with his bare feet, his entire whimsical self offered a plethora of traits worth mocking, with his spiky hair as bright and orange as a washed carrot, freckled skin too beautiful to be acknowledged, watery eyes strange in their transparency, huge ears bare and proeminent. Even his behaviour was considered abnormal, every time he snuck into the kitchen and proudly came up with the best meals in his city, or when he left home for his jogging hour early every morning, or how he constantly wore knee-long skirts in honor of his Scottish heritage.
You see, no one ever considered how good-looking all those strange pieces together actually looked.
But even when taking those out of account, Piscléfio always seemed to find himself in the strangest situations, and though that could be eventually blamed on excessive bad luck, there was a pattern in them that made them too... bizarre for that.
The first time it happened was exactly when he was a boy, while his angsty teenageness was spilling itself upon the screen of a violent video game. Piscléfio believed in anger being released, thought it healing for the soul, and he let himself go in these virtual realities while he kept a balanced, peaceful composure in his daily life. In the climax of his wrath, all the buttons of the control of his console fell victim to his smashing and then, out of the blue, the two (male) characters once involved in furious rumpus transformed it into passionate... kissing.
Terrified, Piscléfio promptly turned off the console and picked up the cover of the game, but the warnings for possible homoerotic content were nowhere to be seen... He decidedly dropped all this experience onto a trashcan and decided to find a new way to dissolve his anger, like study something like... etiquette? Charisma?
... but.
Why did the uncanny twist of game plot feel so curiously interesting to his mind?
Years passed and more of these events occured, in the sneakiest, most embarrassing ways. Like when he had to present a fictional movie about football to his class and the television crashed, only to be revived into a very interesting, steamy, completely uninvited male orgy after he spent minutes furiously fiddling with the buttons. This earned him a severe detention from the principal, with his parents worriedly trying to understand their child's actions, involuntary actions the youth did not understand himself.
Frustration became part of his daily life and Piscléfio made sure to stay clear of any television during these years. Even though similar things still occured while he was dialing the phone or even setting his microwave clock, typing an important essay on his computer or even just calling a lift.
With time, part of his unresolved frustration led him to discover his homosexuality and embrace it, which made his parents much more relieved, actually. But they wouldn't give into their son's paranoia when he tried to explain how none of the past incidents were his fault but something else's. Still, he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Piscléfio began his investigation secretly, while going on with his promising life as a politician wannabe (all his studying of charisma, logic and etiquette led him to that), already moved out of home. He drew a pattern from his past experiences, from the two constants everpresent in them: machinery and homosexuality. He considered adding anger or an altered state of mind to the list, but his latest incident were actually provoked by a mere interaction with technology.
But there had to be something more specific than just "technology" to trigger this mysterious reaction, and Piscléfio tried searching for more people with the same problem, to no avail. He was alone. Eventually, in a glorious epiphany moment, he came to realize that the specific part of technology to affect him were the push buttons, of course!, and from then on, Piscléfio felt much more relieved.
He still wouldn't know what to do about this strange abilities, though, or how could they be anything to him but an embarrassment... Sure he now was pleased to watch the results of his virtuality bending, considering his sexuality, but his timid nature towards love made him the wrong person to take great advantage of the situation... He had been teased for so long, how would he ever feel handsome to anyone? He had his own personal projects to attend to...
This became Piscléfio's secret, and he did little more about it as he went on with his life. He managed to fix his embarrassments with any buttonned piece of machinery by building a "button" himself, a button with no actual real function that he stuck to a plastic square and kept with him at all times. Sometimes he amused himself by watching any television show and pressing the button to see the results, and he found himself gradually becoming more... "powerful" in this strange superpower of his... How ironic, the poetic uselessness of his awesome ability.
With peace of mind found, even his parents finally stopped being worried about his weird ravings on supernatural causes. And some days Piscléfio even forgot he possessed something special...
And then he met someone.
"Meet" was probably not the best word to describe their encounter, for it was rather one-sided. The other man, beautifully young in his black bowl-cut dark hair, numbing green eyes and brilliant composure, stroke him right there even without looking at him once, and Piscléfio felt impelled to follow him, something completely untold of throughout his past.
Eyes fixed on his target, the man stumbled his way across the busy street to the mysterious stranger. He kept a quick rhythm as he pressed forward, seeming desperate to get to somewhere, and all alarms in Piscléfio sounded, yelled that he was supposed to know where to. Something deep inside him told him he was destined to meet him, but Piscléfio never quite believed in "destiny".
To him (and now he smirked, pulling out a magnificent plan from his sleeve as he kept on rushing), people made their own destinies, by furiously pushing the button that led them forward on their path, truthfully hoping that the preseverance philosophy would work on the slimy, wicked real world they were living in.
Something - and he knew what - made the his victim stop and turn round to face him. Victorious, Piscléfio decidedly stepped forward to meet his self-made fate.
The Countless Marvels of A Plastic Square With a Small, Round Push Button
Most people are ignorant to this (and most of simply choose to ignore it), but even to this day, in this scattered world, some people possess unique abilities that might fall under the supernatural category.
These abilities, special powers if you will, can be as varied as varied people are, and some can be so subtle that the owner can go through a lifetime unaware of its existence...
This is the case, or this would be the case of Piscléfio Feijão, a young man of twenty-five who did not ask for his secret power, did not know of his secret power, did not see the use of his secret power... until a very special day arrived and changed all that.
There have always been oh-so-many reasons for Piscléfio to be teased about, ever since he was a little boy. Starting with his name (which was Portuguese for a neologism about fish with beans) and ending with his bare feet, his entire whimsical self offered a plethora of traits worth mocking, with his spiky hair as bright and orange as a washed carrot, freckled skin too beautiful to be acknowledged, watery eyes strange in their transparency, huge ears bare and proeminent. Even his behaviour was considered abnormal, every time he snuck into the kitchen and proudly came up with the best meals in his city, or when he left home for his jogging hour early every morning, or how he constantly wore knee-long skirts in honor of his Scottish heritage.
You see, no one ever considered how good-looking all those strange pieces together actually looked.
But even when taking those out of account, Piscléfio always seemed to find himself in the strangest situations, and though that could be eventually blamed on excessive bad luck, there was a pattern in them that made them too... bizarre for that.
The first time it happened was exactly when he was a boy, while his angsty teenageness was spilling itself upon the screen of a violent video game. Piscléfio believed in anger being released, thought it healing for the soul, and he let himself go in these virtual realities while he kept a balanced, peaceful composure in his daily life. In the climax of his wrath, all the buttons of the control of his console fell victim to his smashing and then, out of the blue, the two (male) characters once involved in furious rumpus transformed it into passionate... kissing.
Terrified, Piscléfio promptly turned off the console and picked up the cover of the game, but the warnings for possible homoerotic content were nowhere to be seen... He decidedly dropped all this experience onto a trashcan and decided to find a new way to dissolve his anger, like study something like... etiquette? Charisma?
... but.
Why did the uncanny twist of game plot feel so curiously interesting to his mind?
Years passed and more of these events occured, in the sneakiest, most embarrassing ways. Like when he had to present a fictional movie about football to his class and the television crashed, only to be revived into a very interesting, steamy, completely uninvited male orgy after he spent minutes furiously fiddling with the buttons. This earned him a severe detention from the principal, with his parents worriedly trying to understand their child's actions, involuntary actions the youth did not understand himself.
Frustration became part of his daily life and Piscléfio made sure to stay clear of any television during these years. Even though similar things still occured while he was dialing the phone or even setting his microwave clock, typing an important essay on his computer or even just calling a lift.
With time, part of his unresolved frustration led him to discover his homosexuality and embrace it, which made his parents much more relieved, actually. But they wouldn't give into their son's paranoia when he tried to explain how none of the past incidents were his fault but something else's. Still, he wanted to get to the bottom of it.
Piscléfio began his investigation secretly, while going on with his promising life as a politician wannabe (all his studying of charisma, logic and etiquette led him to that), already moved out of home. He drew a pattern from his past experiences, from the two constants everpresent in them: machinery and homosexuality. He considered adding anger or an altered state of mind to the list, but his latest incident were actually provoked by a mere interaction with technology.
But there had to be something more specific than just "technology" to trigger this mysterious reaction, and Piscléfio tried searching for more people with the same problem, to no avail. He was alone. Eventually, in a glorious epiphany moment, he came to realize that the specific part of technology to affect him were the push buttons, of course!, and from then on, Piscléfio felt much more relieved.
He still wouldn't know what to do about this strange abilities, though, or how could they be anything to him but an embarrassment... Sure he now was pleased to watch the results of his virtuality bending, considering his sexuality, but his timid nature towards love made him the wrong person to take great advantage of the situation... He had been teased for so long, how would he ever feel handsome to anyone? He had his own personal projects to attend to...
This became Piscléfio's secret, and he did little more about it as he went on with his life. He managed to fix his embarrassments with any buttonned piece of machinery by building a "button" himself, a button with no actual real function that he stuck to a plastic square and kept with him at all times. Sometimes he amused himself by watching any television show and pressing the button to see the results, and he found himself gradually becoming more... "powerful" in this strange superpower of his... How ironic, the poetic uselessness of his awesome ability.
With peace of mind found, even his parents finally stopped being worried about his weird ravings on supernatural causes. And some days Piscléfio even forgot he possessed something special...
And then he met someone.
"Meet" was probably not the best word to describe their encounter, for it was rather one-sided. The other man, beautifully young in his black bowl-cut dark hair, numbing green eyes and brilliant composure, stroke him right there even without looking at him once, and Piscléfio felt impelled to follow him, something completely untold of throughout his past.
Eyes fixed on his target, the man stumbled his way across the busy street to the mysterious stranger. He kept a quick rhythm as he pressed forward, seeming desperate to get to somewhere, and all alarms in Piscléfio sounded, yelled that he was supposed to know where to. Something deep inside him told him he was destined to meet him, but Piscléfio never quite believed in "destiny".
To him (and now he smirked, pulling out a magnificent plan from his sleeve as he kept on rushing), people made their own destinies, by furiously pushing the button that led them forward on their path, truthfully hoping that the preseverance philosophy would work on the slimy, wicked real world they were living in.
Something - and he knew what - made the his victim stop and turn round to face him. Victorious, Piscléfio decidedly stepped forward to meet his self-made fate.