"So, Missy? It was your birthday recently... what do you normally do on your birthday?"

"Nothing much, really," Missy admitted. "My parents are really, really shitty. After a couple of... After Mom and Dad forgetting it entirely one year and then trying to one-up each other with expensive gifts that I didn't want, need, or ask for and then 'accidentally' breaking the other parents' gifts the next time they had custody the next... It's better for me to go without than to put up with that."

This prompted Ashley to hug Missy.

"So... Dennis, what about you?" She asked to change the subject.

"Well," the time stopper said thoughtfully, "last year I visited my father in the cancer ward and watched the guy in the other bed die."

"Taylor?"

"The truth is half the time I can't remember what day my birthday is on," Ashly's foster sister said. "I'm pretty sure at least once it passed by and I didn't realize it."

"Grace?"

"Do you know what a Blood Eagle is?"

"Kuso!" Ashley swore. "Does everyone in this world have terrible birthdays?"

"...That didn't sound Irish," Missy lampshaded.

"I'm getting in touch with my east-Asian roots," Ashley deadpanned back. "No, seriously, has anyone in here had a good birthday recently?"

"Well, what was your last birthday like?"

"I was strapped to a cold metal table wearing nothing but a dirty hospital gown while wires and tubes siphoned out my blood to filter out my hormones to make illegal drugs," Ashley said straightfaced. "But every year before that my Grandpa would come over and we'd watch a movie and... and that's never gonna happen again because... because..." Ashley's eyes started to water. "excuse me, I think they're testing the fire sprinklers."

Ashley then calmly and quickly fled the room.

A Few Months Later

Ashley had gone over to Earth 727, her home universe, for her weekly therapy session. coincidentally, this session happened to b on her eleventh birthday. Not that she'd wanted to think about it ever since her realization a few months back.

However, instead of being taken to Area 51 or wherever else Doc Samson was set up at this time, she ended up in front of Doctor Strange in what looked like a rich person's house that was not the Sanctum Sanctorum.

"What's going on?" She asked suspiciously.

"Nothing bad," the Sorcerer said with a smile. "But your foster sister mentioned that today was your birthday, so I talked with Doc Samson and he agrees that something a bit different from normal might be good for you today." Then, he handed Ashley an envelope with "go inside and then read" written on it in the barely legible cursive that they teach you in medical school.

Once Ashley had deciphered the text, she looked up to find that Doctor Strange was gone and a door he'd been standing in front of opened. Ashley went into the dimly lit room, which appeared to be a private movie theater, and then opened up the envelope.

Inside was a generic greeting card with a cartoon kitten saying "Something Special To Say To Make Things Purrfect On Your Special Day." Ashley opened the card and inside was, in plain writing, "You have two hours. Make them count."

Ashley was confused... Until she felt herself being hugged by three sets of arms. At first, she panicked, but when she turned around what she saw brought tears to her eyes.

"Mommy? Daddy? Grandpa?"

And then the movie screen turned on and started playing the opening scene of The Princess Bride.

AN: This is probably non-canon. Basically, my birthday's soon and I started thinking about it so I just started writing Ashley talking about birthdays, then while I was writing my thoughts turned to what she'd have done for her birthday and what her perfect birthday would be like.