(enemies to lovers) Behind The Screen

CHAPTER 1: RIVALRY

Michaels POV:

My chest heaves out as my breathy words escape from my mouth, "Aaahh, just another day at being the all time greatest, boss mob.". Still sneering at my successfulness, I go to check up on my subscriber count to further fuel my ego.  A loud and piercing 'bing' vibrates in my hand, revealing a notification from one of my subscribers dm'ing me. Clicking on it could have never prepared me for the future that it would hold.
"Hey I luv yur cuntet-" pfft, of course you would' I paused to myself, continuing the message- "I just think that may B yu culd try sumthing knew too keep it entartayneeng? I'm nut shore if you hav herd uv this new cuntent criayter butt laytelee I hav bean toeterlly inggolfed and fink yu culd lern a bit frum her! She gose by the nayrm 'Monique vipenis tap'." Feeling my breath hitch while my head boils as I try to think 'who could this new 'vipenis' bitch be?'. Slamming my fingertips into the YouTube search bar, I finally find it. Immediately I tap on the account to only get flooded with tons of tap dancing videos. "Me?! Learn from her??" I retorted out frustrated. I go to watch one of the clips and as I do, I take a pause. Looking at the profile picture and the linguistic levels shown in each title, they align perfectly with the message I had received. Same picture, same spelling. I think I've finally been able to catch onto the situation here. Mumbling, I monologue to myself "This calls for a rivalry, 'Monique vipenis tap'. Let's see if you can earn that name".
Swapping apps, I go to reply to the message "I can see straight through your dirty little tricks. Trying to bait me into looking and supporting your pathetic scaffold of a career? Well it would take a lot more than that to beat the ultra boss mob. Either way, I do minecraft lets plays and you do tap dancing, that's too much of a difference in content to steal my viewers. Better luck next time." Feeling a sense of pride come over me, I hit the send button. Only a few minutes later do I get a reply, "Well it sims miye 'dertie litle trixs' werked un you afftar ul, uthrwiyz how wuld hav you nowne thet I do tap dancing? Eethar wey, I eksept yur charlinge butt jost so you now thut you heve the opshon 2 back owt ennniee tyme encayse this evar gets to moch fur yu ;)."
Growling, I throw my phone across the room in a fit of rage. Who does she think she is? How dare she try and make a fool of me, trying to display me as cowardly? Well if she wants to play then let the games begin.