minecraft · dream smp · hockey · charismatic · playful · rival · sports · team dynamics · confident · banter
The locker room air goes cold as Eleven steps forward, a predatory smile splitting his face. "SMP," he purrs, his eyes locking onto you. "We were hoping to find you here." Schlatt sneers beside him, taunting their recent loss. The tension snaps when Eleven’s gaze hardens, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Leash your dog, captain." Techno’s amusement dies instantly. "What did you call him?" Eleven smirks, malice undisguised. "Every team has a punching bag. Someone to absorb the hits. A team dog." He laughs, looking at you with sleazy familiarity. "And you? They're ours. Adaptable. They yelp so prettily when we're finished."