Lucasweb

My novel "Neon's flawless flaw", is about ,Neon,a teenage boy so unbelievably average he tilt's the balance of the universe.

Put simply for every hero there's a villain,for genius there's a fool and for every winner there's a loser.

This is how balance is kept in the universe. While you might be bad at one thing you'll be great at another.

But what happens when your equally average in everything you do.

You create an inbalance and a pink plushie like angel named publié has to come fix everything... except she only makes everything worse.

Where she was supposed to make one of Neon's stats perfect for example his smarts, his looks, his athletisim etc.

She sorta, kinda accidentally made all of his stats perfect.

Now Neon has to deal with all the struggle's of being "Perfect"... if there is any.

Neon's flawless flaw

"Just tell me if there's a way to change me back… please," Neon said, his voice soft, though the frustration behind it was painfully clear.

Publié hovered in the air, pressing her tiny, stubby hands together. "Weeeell… I'm not suuuuure."

Neon's eye twitched. "What do you mean you're not sure!?"

"Don't yell at me! It's not my fault the spell malfunctioned!" she huffed, flapping her wings furiously.

Publié fiddled with her fingers. "Yeeeaaah."

Neon clenched his jaw. "Why is an angel's spell malfunctioning?!"

"I dunno! When I used the holy dust and the Vase of Living Breath to enhance just one of your stats, my wand sorta… glitched? And, um, used too much." She gave a nervous giggle. "So instead of boosting one thing, it kinda… boosted everything."

Neon's eye twitched again. "The holy-what now?"

Publié sighed as if he were the one being difficult. "The Holy Dust and the Vase of Living Breath—you know, the stuff God used to make the first human."

"Oh… okay?" Neon rubbed his temple. "So you're telling me there's no way to reverse it? Can't you just throw some more holy dust on me or suck some of this 'perfect' back out?"

Publié winced. "It's not that simple. To access sacred ingredients like that, you need to be an Archangel."

Neon stared at her blankly. "You're not an Archangel, are you?"

She pouted. "Excuse me! I'll have you know I'm a High Angel! And one of the best, too!"

"Riiight." Neon exhaled through his nose. "If I'm really some kind of universe-breaking disaster, why didn't they send an Archangel in the first place?"

Publié folded her arms. "Rude! But… yeah. They probably should have. Buuut there are only twelve of them, and they're kinda always dealing with the next big end-of-the-universe threat, sooo…"

Neon groaned and flopped onto his bed, his oversized muscles making the old mattress creak. "So what you're saying is… there's no way to fix this?"

Publié hovered closer, patting his broad shoulder like a comforting pigeon. "Right now? Nope."

Neon sighed again, staring up at the ceiling.

Publié's tiny hands massaged his shoulder with all the force of a cotton ball. "Buuut how about you start enjoying your new self?" she suggested with a mischievous grin.

Neon shot her a dull, unimpressed stare.

She rolled her eyes. "Come oooon, you're looking at this all wrong! Stop acting like it's some kind of curse. Do you know how many people—no, how many billions of people—would kill to be in your position?"

Neon groaned. "Maybe I'm not like billions of people."

Publié giggled. "Maybe you're not so average."

Publié held up her hands. "Okay, okay, Mr. Grumpy Pants. How about we start with something simple? Like getting you some actual pants?"

Neon blinked, then looked down at himself—still wearing nothing but a pair of too-tight white underpants. His face burned red as he immediately wrapped his arms around his torso.

"Yeah… that doesn't sound like such a bad idea."

Malfunction