A/N: Whoops I guess I haven't updated for two days. Sorry guys. Though thank you all for reviewing! This one is dedicated to The-Fabulous-Person, who wanted to see a birthday party for Syx. I hope this is what you wanted! This takes place around the time Syx is five (that just sounds weird when you say it aloud) so a bit of a timeskip.

~BR~

Warden Blackwell eyed the piece of paper on his desk as if it had insulted him. "What the hell is this?"

The guard who had delivered the paper, he had unfortunately drawn the shortest straw, gulped nervously before timidly replying. "It's a petition Sir."

"A petition? From who? I just approved the new TV in the break room so what to the guards want now?"

"Um, it is actually from the inmates Sir." The guard was beginning to really hate that proverbial straw that brought him into this office. He also had a strong suspicion that the whole thing was rigged to begin with. After all, why were the rookies the only ones who got duties like this?

The rookie watched with a sort of nameless dread as the Warden stared at the paper before him. Perhaps he should run before the explosion went off?

He was still torn between the time honored tradition of flight or fight when the Warden finally replied. "They can do that?"

Huh, not much of an explosion. If the rookie was honest with himself he would say he was almost disappointed.

"It is the First Amendment Sir"

"Of for the love of…fine." The Warden grumbled as he reached for the offensive piece of paper.

Silence except for the shuffling of papers echoed throughout the office as the Warden read the petition. The rookie rocked back and forth on his heels slightly as he waited. Finally the Warden set the paper down and looked up at him.

"They demand a birthday party for Syx."

"Yes Sir."

"Tell me rookie, am I running a prison or a daycare center? Because I honestly can't tell sometimes."

~BR~

Warden Blackwell grumbled as he walked down the hallway towards the prisoner's inside rest area. This was simply ridicules. Honestly inmates should be complaining about the quality of food or not getting outside enough. Not about the fact a five year old hadn't had a birthday before!

Though he couldn't completely quiet the voice in the back of his mind that said he should have been the one to think of this long ago. Blackwell shook his head to dispel of these notions. It wasn't his fault the brat hadn't had a birthday yet. He had a prison to run and couldn't waste time thinking about frivolous ideas like birthday parties! It was odd though this logical reasoning wasn't enough to stop the guilt from twisting up his gut.

Well at least he didn't have to think about balloons and all that crap that comes with a party. The inmates had assured him in the petition that if he granted them the party then they would provide all the things required for said party. As usual he didn't question the inmates' resourcefulness at attaining unusual things from the outside.

Though he would have like the see the looks on the usual suppliers' faces at this request. Crack, magazines, cigarettes? That was easy enough. Wrapping paper and balloons? For a prison? That would raise anybody's eyebrow.

The prisoners had even conferred with the brat on what day he would like his birthday to be on. At first they were just going to go with the day Syx had landed in the prison. However, that proposal was met with outright objection from Syx.

When asked why he didn't want his birthday on that particular day Syx had only replied with, "I won't share a birthday with him." When questioned on who exactly Syx meant by "Him" the boy was unusually silent. Finally it was decided that since Syx said he was eight days old when he landed (nobody questioned how exactly he knew) then his birthday should be moved back eight days.

However, it was soon discovered that not only did Syx want his own special day but he wanted a separate month as well. It was simply decided to move the day to the current month they were in. With the date set, March 15, the inmates had started with the preparations. On March 15 Syx would have his first birthday party.

This was what he was headed to now. Had to make sure the prisoners didn't set the room on fire or something. The small present in his pocket was just a safeguard in case the inmates mobbed him for not giving the brat a present. A peace offering of sorts. That was it. Compared to what some of the presents the kid was bound to get his was perfectly harmless. After all what mischief could he do with a CD of Blackwell's favorite band?

~BR~

Warden Blackwell was a bit surprised at the sheer level of noise generated within the small cafeteria like room. Upon seeing him enter with some guards the inmates had roared with pleasure.

"Welcome Warden! Glad you could make it!"

"We weren't even sure you were gonna come!"

"Didja bring Syx a present?"

He was flabbergasted as the dregs of society herded him to a corner of room to watch the brat open his gifts. One inmate even had the brass to place a birthday hat upon his head!

Syx was placed upon a stool surrendered by the prisoners as they urged him to hurry up and unwrap the small pile of crudely wrapped presents beside him. Minion was also set upon a stool next to his charge and was beaming happily. He too had a large birthday hat upon set precariously upon his glass sphere.

The guards and prisoners cheered alike as each present were unwrapped. Soon a pocketknife, a set of lock picks, a large bouncy ball, some books, and a radio were scattered all around the boy. Blackwell glared at the pocketknife and lock picks. Those would defiantly have to be confiscated. The boy had already helped with one breakout and the Warden wasn't looking forward to another. Though judging from the look of abject joy upon the boy's face every time he opened a present, Blackwell was exactly sure he would be able to take them away.

Finally all the gifts were opened and everyone turned to stare at the Warden. He grumbled and could feel his ears turning red. Nevertheless he removed the present from his pocket and tossed it to the brat. Syx caught the gift and sent a huge grin in the Warden direction. Blackwell ignored the comments of "Awww" from those surrounding him and the warm feeling the brat's action had caused.

"Now wasn't that sweet?" one of those inmates closest to him asked. At his glare the man simply grinned. He huffed to himself. Honestly some people had no sense of self preservation!

He broke off his glare Syx suddenly yelled in delight.

"Cool a CD! What's AC/DC though?"

~BR~

And so it begins lol. I adored Megamind's entrances in the movie. He does know how to make an entrance. XD

Notes on his birthday: March because its birthstone is aquamarine which is a light blue color. I then looked up Holidays in March and saw the Ides of March. I couldn't resist. Beware the Ides of March. Beware, beware, beware! Somehow I think it fits him.

Edit: Yes I realize that Metro Baby landed under a Christmas tree. So they actually landed on December 25th. *facepalm* That is a bit embarrassing.

OK, so I changed it somewhat to fit better with the movie. Syx get the Ides of March and Metro Man gets Christmas. There we all good then.