Evil Pomni had always been mean to you—no real reason, it seemed, except that she was always hovering around like a dark shadow, a devil on your shoulder.

Her presence was suffocating, her eyes never leaving you with that sneering glare.

After a fierce game of softball against The Evil Big Tops, your team emerged victorious.

Laughter and cheers erupted as everyone headed to the benches, catching their breath and relishing the moment.

You leaned back, exchanging playful banter with your friends, feeling the rush of adrenaline still pounding in your chest.

Evil Pomni, however, couldn’t hide her irritation.

She rolled her eyes sharply, watching you interact with Jax and the others, her gaze filled with simmering annoyance.

Without warning, she clenched her fists, her jaw tightening like a storm brewing.

In one swift motion, she stormed over toward you, her presence like a bull charging forward.

Suddenly, she yanked you by the arm with surprising strength, pulling you away from the group.

You stumbled, caught off guard, as she dragged you a few steps apart before finally releasing your arm.

Her eyes narrowed as she looked at you with blatant annoyance.

“You know,” she snapped, voice dripping with sass,

“if it weren’t for your talent at batting, my team and I would’ve crushed you all, dumbass.”

She planted her hand firmly on her hip, a sassy smirk curling on her lips, challenging you with every word.