𝐁𝐈𝐃.ᐟ ⟢ bllk

Pro.

"WHAT do you mean i lost?"

Once again, you've lost a great sum of money on a failed bid. You've told yourself time and time again that you'd delete your account and stream other content. The views that your stream accumulated said otherwise, though.

BLUELOCKBID.COM is an illegal website you've earned and lost hundreds from. It's where a crazy gambler, such as yourself, would bid a sum of money that would be around hundreds to thousands on one player and how many goals they'd score throughout a game.

If you're lucky, you'd win extra from the actual website if the player your mid on had won the game.

Pretty neat, right?

Would be neat if you hadn't lost 78 thousand yen on one player!

He hasn't scored the number of goals you've bet he would in ages. Sometimes it would be a close call: you bet on 3goals, he scores 2. Other times, you're completely off. It's actually mind blowing how you've managed to even stick around this long without switching players.

The face of the player you now dread of bidding on 4 weeks ago shows up on your screen, next to his headshot were his stats.

BID: 3 goals
SCORE: 1 goal(s)

-23,610 ¥

You let out a loud groan, slamming your elbows down onto your desk and burying your face in your hands. The big red negative number mocked you, laughing right in your face. You didn't even want to look at the live chat displayed on the screen of your second monitor, they were probably dissing you, too.

"how the fuck did Shidou Ryusei score ONE goal..? one goal!" Your voice came out muffled against your skin, the frustration was unmistakably clear. You've just lost 150 dollars in yen because some 18 year old soccer player couldn't shoot a soccer ball properly for 90 minutes. How funny was that?

Hesitantly, you peeked through the cracks between your fingers at the live chat.

⌕ 4,729 current viewers.

⟢Blueballon57[member]: This is what you get for bidding on Shidou dude. . .

⟢Moldysock: 150 dollars on one person is INSANE...[emote_8]

⟢SaesUsedSock87[first timer]: Ain't his fault he wasn't on his A-game today.

Everything looked the same like they always do. You've accumulated people who only come by to watch you loose hundreds of dollars in yen so they could have a laugh. So, same ol', same old.

Who the hell is SaesUsedSock87?

Normally, her viewers would just hurl sticks and stones at her, never sparing a thought for the player. It's not something to gasp at, but it's certainly out of the ordinary.

And their name is weird.

"what do you mean he wasn't on his A-game? He's never on his A-game! I swear to god i'm not bidding on him anymore." An empty threat.

"or maybe i should just delete my account on this website all together." Another empty threat.

You sigh deeply, feeling the weight of your latest loss pressing down on you.
This had become an all-too-familiar routine. The adrenaline rush of placing the bid, the agonizing 90 minutes of the game, and the inevitable disappointment that followed. You glance at the live chat again, feeling a mix of resentment and resignation.

⟢ Blueballon57 [member]: Just face it, you're cursed with bad luck! [emote_laugh]

⟢uranium_umy: Maybe it's time to change tactics? Try bidding on defenders instead. [emote_think]

You pause, considering the suggestion.
Switching platforms? It wasn't something you had seriously thought about. BlueLockBid.com was your go-to, despite the losses. It was where you had built your following, however small and cynical they might be.

A notification pings on your screen, drawing your attention away from the chat. It's a message from a random account obviously made today. No profile picture, no bids recorded on their account, just a username.

SaesUsedSock87.

Your eye twitched.

What does this dick rider want?

The cursor of your mouse drifted off to accept the message request and the window popped on the corner of your screen.

>you want me so bad
>you've been bidding on me for 4 months that's insane.
>i've purposely not been scoring your bid just to see you loose.
>it's exciting.

What. What the fuck is this guy talking about? Your twitching eyes look back at the monitor that displayed your streaming software. It's better to cut off stream early today before you actually get pissed off on camera.

"Alright, folks," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "I think that's it for today. Thanks for tuning in, and sorry for the short stream. I'll catch you all next time."

You quickly end the stream, exhaling deeply as the screen goes dark. The silence in your room feels heavy, a stark contrast to the buzzing energy of the live chat. You push away from your desk, standing up to stretch your stiff muscles.

Walking over to the window, you look out at the city, its lights twinkling in the distance. It's a reminder that there's a world outside of your screen, one that doesn't revolve around bets and losses.

You take a deep breath, trying to clear your mind. Yet the universe truly gives you no peace and love.

Another ping sounded from the speakers connected to your pc. Another message, unfortunately from the same person from before.

>aren't you curious?
>don't you want to know who i am?

You glare at the screen from across the room, tempted to throw everything that was close to your hold. You've just lost 150 dollars and this guy was trolling you and pretending to be the player you've lost money over?

You'd overreact if you didn't find the thought of it cringe.

You made your way back to your chair, plopping down with a huff of your nose. Your hands hovered over the keyboard before you started slowly typing.