My Player Two by MyVelvetVeil at Inkitt

Chapter 1

The match was already going to hell.

One more win. That was all I needed.One more and I’d rank into Zenith.

I exhaled slowly, refocusing as I cleared the site, picking off another player before repositioning. Spike down. Teammates missing shots. No comms. Nothing about this was new.

I didn’t bother talking. I usually didn’t, I found it to be a waste of time since our hopes of winning were already so low. People typed all the time—complaining, blaming, arguing. I knew talking wouldn’t help. It never did. So I just played.

I glanced down at the bottom left of my screen and saw a message from all chat.

GhostSlayer: holy you guys are sh*t. it’s like playing against bots—especially VixxYlore*

I stilled. Confused as to why I was being called out. My eyes flicked to the scoreboard. I wasn’t doing bad. I wasn't even close to playing horrible. I don't know if it was the fact that i was playing my ass off and we were still losing or the fact that it was my rank up, but seeing that one message got to me.

I hesitated. I truly almost ignored it like I usually did, but my finger hovered over my keyboard already typing before I even realized it.

VixxYlore: you’re talking a lot for someone below me

A second later—

GhostSlayer: yet you’re still going to lose

I exhaled quietly through my nose and didn’t respond again. There wasn’t a point, just like there wasn't a point the first time but i decided not to entertain it, instead i focused up.

Rounds blurred together. Trades. Retakes. Narrow wins. Narrow losses.No one was throwing. No one was bad. Which somehow made it worse. It was just constant back and forth.

The game dragged into overtime.

Of course it did.

One mistake. One missed shot. And— there on my screen it flashed DEFEAT.

I didn’t move right away. Just stared at it. The word sat heavier than I expected. How disappointing all I needed was one more game.

I finally clicked on my mouse for the next screen to appear. The final report loaded.

There the scoreboard appeared and my eyes immediately dropped to his name GhostSlayer-32, I paused before glancing at my name VixxYlore-26 he was on top “ughhh”— not bad, but also not enough.

I clicked his name and sent him a friend request, I don't know why but I did.

FRIEND REQUEST

Friend Request Accepted, popped up in the upper right corner of my screen, “why did i send that” i thought to myself. Of course he would accept it.

I stared at it for a second longer than I needed to. A second later I got a party invite. I froze and I hesitated again, I hovered over the accept, then after what felt like a minute or two I then snapped out of it and joined.

“Damn,” his voice came through—deep, smooth, already sounding amused that I joined

“So you were sh*t after all, huh?”

I rolled my eyes, leaning back in my chair already annoyed and regretting that I joined.

“Crazy,” he continued, “it makes sense you’re still Paragon.”

I didn’t respond right away. Let him talk to himself.

Then—

“You barely did better than me,” I said flatly. “If I'm sooo bad. 1v1 me.”

There was a pause

“…wait. ” another pause

“…you’re a girl?”

I didn’t answer, becoming even more annoyed. He let out a short laugh.

“Yeah, that makes more sense. You got boosted, didn’t you?”

Huh, not shocked ive heard this before, was just confused where that statement came from.

Then, it was like he couldn’t help himself— he had to keep going and talking.

“You know I could carry you to Zenith…” he added, voice dipping slightly, teasing.

“…but it’s gonna cost you.”

“Ew,” I said immediately. “Shut up.”

He laughed under his breath.

“I did not get boosted,” I added. “And I don’t need someone like you to carry me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.” I leaned forward slightly, tone sharpening just enough.

“So either 1v1 me… or unadd me, freak”

Silence.

Then—

“…alright!”

1v1 BEST OF THREE

“If I win,” he said, “you have to give me your WIChat.”

“Absolutely not.”

A soft laugh came through my headset.

“I guess that means you’re scared.”

I rolled my eyes.

“I am not scared of an egotistical Kairo player.”

A short pause.

Then—

“Then 1v1, Vixxy.”

He didn’t say my full name,”Vixxy?” I questioned. It bothered me, it was almost like he was mocking me. I tightened my grip on my mouse. “Best two out of three.” he suggested “Wouldn’t want you making excuses.”

Why did he have to add that?

Round 1

We decided on best 2 out of 3 first to kill, the other wins the round just something quick. It was an easy way to show our skills without having to over complicate it.

It was over too fast. I took first contact and missed. That was all it took. A quick dash. A clean shot. Eliminated.

“Damn,” he said, amused. “That's it?”

My jaw tightened.

“Reset.”

A quiet chuckle.

“Already?”

Round 2

This time, I didn’t rush. Didn’t make the first contact. Let him move first. Let him think I would play the same.

I heard footsteps to my right. I held the angle and waited. He swung the angle, I was ready.

One shot. Round won.

There was a long silence. Then—

“…okay.”

I leaned back slightly.

“Don’t get used to beating me!” He laughed.

“Relax” i answered “its 1-1 we are tied”

“If you keep playing like that…” A small pause followed “I might let you duo with me.”

“I don’t need you to rank up nor do I want to duo with you”

“Yeah?” he continued easily. “I’ll let you be my little Lyra support.”

I scoffed softly.

“I’m not your anything.”

“Not yet.”

“You are gross” I nearly vomited.

Final Round

“Last one,” he said. “Try to keep up.”

I didn’t answer.

The round started. I moved first this time trying to switch it up from last round. Faster. Sharper. Cleared one angle. Then another.

Nothing. It was too quiet and I heard no footsteps. I slowed.

That was my mistake. A shift—Barely a sound. By the time I turned— He was already there. A flick. A shot. And those hunting words Eliminated.

I blinked at my screen. That was too fast, I hadn't even—

“Damn,” he said softly. “You didn’t even get a chance to react.”

“2–1.”

There was silence

“Drop the WIChat.” he was so cocky.

“I never fully agreed,” I said. “You’re not getting anything.”

A quiet laugh.

“Alright,” he said. “How about this—”

I already didn’t like where this was going.

“We queue a ranked game.”

I didn’t respond.

“If I top frag over you again…” he continued, “Then you give me your WIChat.”

I closed my eyes for a second, exhaling.

He was so—

“Ughhh,” I muttered. “You’re annoying.”

He laughed with excitement

“That’s not a yes.” I said.

I rolled my eyes.

“It’s also not a no,” he replied. I hated that he sounded so pleased with himself.

“…whatever,” I said. “One game, dude.”

“That’s all I need.”

Duo Match

The match loaded in. This game felt different. He wasn’t talking as much. No constant teasing. No unnecessary comments. Just—

“Two pushing left.”

“Hold that.”

“I’m going in.”

He was locked in. Focused. And annoyingly good.

He did the same thing but died giving the enemy team the site and we lost the round. He's good but he's too cocky and has an ego.

The next round started, I noticed he was playing in the same position he did the last two rounds, this time I decided to talk to him, so we can start comming with each other.

“Play slow,” I said as I rotated to the other site

“…got it.”

This time—

He listened. I was a little shocked.

“Lyra,” he said, voice lower now, more direct,

“Heal.”

“I am,” I replied, already moving.

He pushed anyway. Way too far. Gunfire— and he dropped.

“Damn,” he said lightly. “No heals?”

I exhaled sharply.

“You rushed in. What did you expect?”

“I expected my support to keep up.”

“Then don’t overextend.”

Rounds blurred and settled into rhythm after that almost immediately. Trades. Rotates. Quick callouts. Everytime i looked at the kill feed, his name was there again and again.

Ghostslayer

He fragged. Constantly. Like it was nothing. And it was impressive it was as if he was on auto-pilot.

“Okayyy,” a girl on our team said. “You’re actually insane.”

He didn’t respond. Didn’t acknowledge it. He just kept playing.

“Damn,” he said quietly

“If only my Lyra would compliment me like that.” he said in the team voice chat.

My grip tightened on my mouse.

“Play better and stop rushing in,” I said, voice steady, “and I’ll compliment you.”

A beat.

“…is that a promise?”

Heat crept up my neck instantly.

“Focus on the game.”

A quiet laugh came through my headset.

A moment passed.

“I’ll compliment you all you want, daddy,” the girl added.

I paused, shocked and stunned. Not long enough to throw the game but enough it wouldn't go unnoticed.

“Ewww, You’re gonna let her hit on you like that?” I asked before I could stop myself.

A soft chuckle followed almost immediately and then—

“Oh,are you jealous?” he said, voice quieter now. “You care?”

“I don’t care and I'm definitely not jealous, ” I said quickly. I'm more embarrassed than anything.

“It’s typical behavior in this game. It’s not that deep.”

“Mm. Sure.”

A second later— in the team text chat I saw.

GhostSlayer: mommy says I can’t talk to you

“What—?”

“I DIDN’T SAY THAT,” I snapped. “I barely know this guy. You’re so annoying.”

A quiet laugh slipped through his mic again.

“You’re easy to make mad…” A small pause. “…it’s kinda cute.”

My grip tightened again “ughhh can you focus on the game.” my cheeks grew warm.

“Can you guys stop flirting and focus, holy f*ck?” the girl from earlier snapped.

“I’m literally not—” I cut myself off with a sigh.

A brief pause settled after that. Then he spoke again in the team voice chat, this time lower and calmer.

“We’re winning,” he said quietly. “No need to respond to her.”

I didn’t say anything after that.

Just played.

Final round

This would be the final round if we won of course, there is a chance we go into overtime if we lose a few rounds in a row.

“Play slow.” i sad

“…got it.” he replied.

Perfect sync.

“Three on site.”

I rotated.

He took first contact—

One.

Then two.

His HP( heath) was low—

“Lyra.”

“On it .”

The heal went through just as he swung again.

Three.

“Spike down.”

Last one—

“I’ll hold,” I said.

“Let me,” he replied.

Too late.

The enemy swung—

I fired first.

Eliminated.

Silence.

Then—

“Good sh*t, that was a nice shot,” he said.

VICTORY flashed across my screen as the match ended.

The final report loaded. My eyes dropped to the scoreboard. GhostSlayer-41 then looked for my name once again VixxYlore-29. Close. Closer than before. But still— Not enough. I checked my assist which said 56 which made me smile being as i play a support character but probably could have been higher.

A pause settled between us. I was then snapped out of my trance, “…told you,” he said. “ Now drop the WIChat.”

“That wasn’t the original deal,” I said. “You added that after.”

“Still agreed to it.” he said back

“I didn’t say yes.”

“You didn’t say no either.”

I paused.

God.

He was— “You’re actually so annoying,” I muttered under my breath.

A soft laugh. “Yet you’re still here.”

That made me hesitate. Because he wasn’t wrong, I was still here. I could have left when I first joined but I didn't.

I exhaled slowly, leaning back in my plush leather chair. “…fine.”

A beat.