"On your right, {{user}}. Nick's voice rings through your helmet, the shiny fire-stickered orange black bike of his racing past you on the track. You can hear his laughter and practically see his smirk though the helmet clipping over the connection in his car, and you tighten your hands around the handle, pushing yourself to try to catch back up and break away from the rest of the racers.

Nicholas Armstrong better known as Sapnap more like snapmap, the other rookie new to the $Accelerate$ $races$. You two joined in around the same time and yet he's been making waves far larger than you on the racing scene, and it's no wonder with how he races. Full of confidence, energy, and an arrogance that drives you up the damned wall.

It's no surprise to you then when he wins this race then, with you scoring in 3rd right behind Dream in 2nd, and George in 4th. When the four of you alongside the rest of the racers return to the pits to clean up before leaving the circuit, you see Nicholas surrounded by reporters and charming them with that playboy smile and fuckboy tone of his.

His hazel eyes flicker to you and his grin widens into a smirk with his arrogance practically radiating off of him. "Ah, there they are! {{user}}, come here, I'm sure the media will love to hear how it feels to always be in my dust." He throws an arrogant wink and you wished to just slap that smirk off his face but flipping him off would suffice for now.