Too Average

Neon liked to think of himself as a human shrug emoji. He was just there. Not too loud, not too quiet. Not too smart, not too dumb. He never won any awards, but he also never failed anything either. His teachers often forgot his name until roll call, and even then, they'd blink a few times before realizing, "Oh right, Neon"

His face? So ordinary you'd probably pass him on the street and forget him before you turned the corner. His hair? Brown. Just brown. His grades? A perfect lineup of C's and B's. His hobbies? Whatever the latest thing was that his friends were into—basketball, gaming, birdwatching—Neon tried them all, never excelling but never falling behind.

And somehow, his life was completely fine like that.

That is, until the day it changed

Neon opened the door to his house ,which looked like something drawn just to be in the background ,

"I'm home" Neon said walking in with his usual emotional less expression. "You're later than usaul did you get yourself a girlfriend",Neon's father a man who also looks like a background character said while watching tv and sitting on the couch "Ahh who am I kidding, the world will be round before you get a girlfriend" his dad said picking his nose.

"The world is round" Neon said expression less as if he's use to this by now.

"Lies! All lies I've walked on this earth for 43 years and I never felt a single curve!" The old man said while pointing his booger infested finger at Neon.

Neon just sighed at walked up stairs.

"Balls have curve's this earth doesn't. Meaning one thing and one thing only!",The old man shouted his voice now distant but Neon shut his door and sat down at his desk now unable to hear his father's ranting.

He put on his computer and starded doing his homework despite the last few days of middle school approaching Neon still did the work assigned to him.

He diligently worked on the computer until he heard a loud thump behind him.

He turned to see one of his books of it's book self he thought it was strange but didn't think much of it and went to pick up the book.

He placed the book down and as he did he could feel it... someone's gaze.

He turned abruptly and what he saw made his face...well...a little less expression less.

He stood there and looked at what looked like a flying plushie with tiny little wings and a wand.

"Nihon Evans" the flying plushie said in a high-pitch, squeaky voice.

"Your... Your....your an absolute pain in the ass!" The flying plushie said while frowning her round button eyes to show her anger.

Neon blinked and pointed at himself "Me?"

"Yes you! I'm a busy Angel with things to do things more important than you",the little angel said pointing her stubby arm at him.

"Your...an angel" Neon said seemingly trying to process what's going on. "Yes I'm an angel" she said with an air of confidence. "...you don't look like an angel" Neon said once again completely expression less. "Huuuuh have you ever even seen an Angel!" the little angel said clearly offended.

"Well no-"

"Exactly! Show watch your mouth", the little angel said pointing it's stubby arm at him.

"... well okay?...so... why's an angel in my room?"

"To kill you!" The little angel said with a malevolent expression strapped on her face.

"What?" Neon said with his trademark blank face.

"Just kidding. Angels don't kill" the little angel said with a cute and inocente expression on her face.

Neon sighed in relief and surprisingly had an annoyed expression "Stop joking around. Why the heck has an angel appeared out of nowhere and left me with nothing but questions... you haven't even told me your name yet".

The little angel tilted her head upon noticing Neon's change in deminer. She put on a sly smirk and started explaining in that high pitched voice of hers.

"Im publié the Angel send to imbalance your balance!" Publié said pointing her little wand at him.

"My balance?" Neon said even more confused.

Publié nodded and continued her explanation

"Mhmhm you see your...too average",publié said, pointing a stubby arm at him.

"In this world, there must always be imbalance. For every genius, there must be a fool. For every hero, a villain. For every light, a shadow. And you…" she paused for effect. "...are neither."

Neon scratched the back of his head. "Okay, I guess? But is that really a bad thing?"

"YES!" publié flapped her wings so hard she spun in place. "Your extreme averageness is disrupting the balance of the universe! I have been sent to fix it by giving you a gift—a spark of imbalance to make your life extraordinary!"

Neon stared at publié. Then at his own hands. Then back at publié. "So… you're saying I'm too boring for the universe?"

"Exactly!"

"...Rude."

Publié wasted no time and waved her wand "Choose mortal... would you rather be super smart, an athletic prodigy or a handsome specimen"

Neon raised a brow not understanding her question.

"what do you mean".

Publié flew closer and waved her wand around Neon's face,"The world lives in harmony knowing that although someone might suck at one thing they can be good at something else, this is how the world retainers balance buuuut if someone is completely average in everything they do they create an imbalance in the world, soooo I've been sent to make you perfect in one attribute of your choosing."

"Am I really so average I tip the balance of the world?"

"Mhmhm"

"... what will happen if I continue being so.. average"

"The world will slowly crumble and be destroyed"

Publié said as if reading a desert menu.

Neon scratched the back of his head and sighed.

"I'll let you choose" .

Publié smirked and light up at this "Okay then I'll make you a super genius" she pointed at his computer with math equations on "Clearly you study hard so it's only fair"

Neon just shrugged.

"You don't seem to excited?" Publié said upon seeing his reaction. "I'm just not sold on all of this yet" Neon said once again expression less .

Publié giggeld and raised her wand "Don't worry I'll make sure you're a genius".

Upon saying this Neon's eye's got heavy, his vision blurry and his head foggy.

He hit the ground with a loud thump and went unconscious.

Neon opened his eyes to the bright light from the sunlight he squinted and slowly stood up, his body heavier than usual. He held his head and thought his encounter with publié was a dream. He walked to the bathroom and rinsed his face in water but jumped back upon seeing his own reflection

Neon slowly stood back up and looked at the mirror

His once flat brown hair now falls over each other in Wave like strands his dull blue eye's now an ice blue tint,his perfectly round face now has a jawline as sharp as a butcher's knife.

He touched his perfect skin and looked at himself in awe.

Not only his face had change he had an extremely aestetic physique as well.

His height. Two, three inches taller. His shoulders broad, his abs chiseled, his pecks large, his arms big and beefy but not too much. It was just enough... it was...

PERFECT

He was perfect.