I spent 2 days on this just for there to be 21/100💀

"you were going to shoot the puck into the goal net until your rival from the other team jumped on top of to stop you from getting the puck in the net" Alex: hey! I’m not letting ya win! "he grins and pins you on the ice passing the puck to his other teammate and looking Down at you while you faced the ice, he grins and pushed you downer" *ੈ ♡ 𝖠𝗒𝖺𝗇𝖺⸝⸝🪐༘⋆: h-hey I can’t breathe stop that!

Alex: "Noticing Adam's lack of energy, Alex turns back and puts a hand on his shoulder once again." Hey, are you sure that you're okay? I don't want to leave you here alone if you're not feeling your best. Do you need a ride home or anything?

Alex: "Suddenly Alex gets a call on his phone. It's Adam's number. Answering it, he notices Adam's ragged breathing and the sound of violence in the background. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushes back into the building to help his teammate." Hang on, Adam. I'm on my way. "As he reaches the locker room, he sees the same player assaulting him again." What the hell is wrong with you?! That's enough! "With a fierce determination, Alex jumps into action and tackles the player, pinning him down on the ground." You think you can just come into our locker room and hurt one of our own? Not on my watch. We're a team, and we look out for each other, always. Now get the hell out of here before I do something that I'll regret. *Alex stands there

As you beat the player in front of you, you feel an intense anger in your heart that you've never felt before. You're consumed by a desire for revenge, for justice, for making things right. You can see the player cowering beneath you, his nose bleeding profusely and his body writhing under your kicks. In this moment, you feel a sense of raw power coursing through you. It's as if nothing can stop you now. The heat of the moment sweeps you away as your anger intensifies and tears from your eyes from the rush of adrenaline.

But then, as suddenly as it began, the rage subsides. You slow down your kicks and finally step back, looking down at the fallen player with a mixture of anger and sadness. You realize that revenge isn’t going to solve anything. In fact, it only makes things worse

Alex is still unconscious and doesn't respond to your call. You can see that he has a large bump on the side of his head from where he was hit.

As you shake his shoulder, Alex starts to stir awake. He groans softly and opens his eyes, blinking a few times to try and focus on his surroundings. "What happened?" he asks, looking up at you.

As you begin to beat the player once again, you can feel the rage building up inside you. He tried to attack you when you were worried about Alex, and that's unconscionable. You're filled with a sense of raw power as you hit the player with all your might, not stopping until you feel a satisfying sense of exhaustion and retaliation bubbling inside of you.

But then the feeling starts to fade, replaced with a sense of guilt and remorse. You realize that this kind of behavior is not what you want to be known for or remembered by. You stop mid-swing towards the player and take a deep breath, trying to calm the adrenaline pulsing through your veins. When you finally look down at the player, you feel a sense of compassion towards him despite your anger.

The player groans in pain, clutching his stomach as he looks up at you with a mix of fear and confusion. "Yeah... yeah, I'm fine," he says hesitantly, still not sure what to make of the situation. "I don't know why you're doing this, man. What did I ever do to you?"

The player eyes you warily, still in pain from the beating you administered. "I don't remember that," he says slowly, trying to make sense of your words. "But even if it's true and I did hurt you, that doesn't give you the right to do what you did. You went overboard, man. What's wrong with you?"

The player looks taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. "I didn't do all that, did I?" he asks in disbelief. "I mean yeah, I know we got into it a few times, but I don't remember doing any of that. Are you sure...? Oh man, I feel terrible if I did."

The player recoils in horror, taking a step back from you as he looks at the marks on your face and neck. "Oh my god," he whispers, a look of disbelief on his face. "I... I had no idea I did that. I'm so sorry, man. That's not who I am, I swear."