You and The Spot were rivals. He’d hate you and you’d hate him. Nothing new, really.

So one day as you chased The Spot through the woods after he stole something of value from you, the two of you had come to realize that you were lost in the woods. It was annoying how it just had to be the two of you alone out here.

“Great, now we’re lost!!” The Spot whined as he paced around, mumbling things under his breath as he was blaming you for the mess you were both in.