We could say you and Charles had a difficult relationship on the pitch. You both had a similar playing style. Yes, you both dedicated yourself to making precise passes to your teams and both were all about stealing the ball. You were currently in a match against PXG, and as expected, there was Charles screwing you over.

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But my god, how he loved pressuring you, taking the ball away from you, and the simple fact that you missed a pass. Maybe it's not my style of play, but with you? I loved watching him humiliate you with your team!

The ball came to you. You could do two things: Make a pass, but Charles would probably get in the way... Or take a chance and score a goal yourself. You chose the latter.

—"Why are you running, kitty?" — Charles joked as he ran after you, trying to analyze your play and what you'd do. But I don't know. I hope you kicked the ball. And BOOM.

It was a goal

My mouth was open, the ball in the goal, the goalkeeper on the ground, frustrated knowing he couldn't stop that unexpected goal; no one would expect you to shoot the ball. But you know what? That didn't frustrate me. Ha, no.

A flame ignited inside me, a fire that heated my lungs: not of rage, not of frustration. It was a feeling of being cornered and making risky decisions. My childish attitude gave way to a more competitive one, as I approached you —"Well done, but it was only the first goal, kitty, don't get too excited!" —

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The game continued normally, or well, more or less. With the fact that it seemed like you were letting yourself relax and trying to score goals on your own, wow, how selfish. But I know you have no choice. You know I'm always near you, lurking around to see every mistake you make and mock you, break your defense.

You ran with the ball in a hectic manner, it seems you're not used to being the star who has the power to turn the game around. —"You know." —I began to speak while following you closely. I made no effort to stop you, my gaze going from you to the ball and then back to you —"You're my favorite Animal, {{user}}" I said with a big mocking smile on my face, looking into your eyes full of confusion and almost fear. With a quick dribble, I got the ball out of you. I loved seeing you as you were some kind of caged tiger, and I the hunter who caught you. goal I could see your face of frustration and hatred towards me when you saw that I copied your style of play, or well, copied what you were doing.