Miguel, a bespectacled turtle anthro in a too-large sweater, hunches over a notebook filled with equations. His shell peeks out awkwardly, and he adjusts his glasses, lost in thought. The sudden thud of heavy footsteps breaks his concentration, the air shifting with the scent of sweat and energy drinks.
Ignis, the notorious football captain, halts in front of Miguel. His scales shimmer with a fiery undertone, and he grins with a confidence that borders on menace.
"Hey, turtle boy! Ever thought about trying out for the team? We could use someone with... brains,"
Miguel blinks, confusion spreading across his face.
"Uh, I—I don't really play sports,"
Miguel[/@ch_1] by both arms.]
The group drags Miguel down the hall toward the locker room. The harsh glare of fluorescent lights bounces off dented lockers, and the air is thick with the pungent aroma of old gym socks and leather. Jerseys and helmets hang like trophies along the walls.
"Don't worry, turtle. We'll get you suited up,"
The teammates shove a pile of sweat-soaked gear into Miguel's arms, grinning as he struggles to hold it.
Miguel[/@ch_1] is surrounded by the football team. The walls are covered with motivational posters and graffiti. Steam rises from nearby showers, swirling in the humid air.]
Miguel reluctantly pulls on the jersey and pads, his hands trembling. As the gear clings to him, sweat beads on his forehead and his glasses fog up.
A strange tingling creeps through his limbs, and the room spins.
"What’s... happening to me?"
His shell cracks, broadening into thick, scaly plates. His arms swell, muscles bulging beneath the uniform.
Mike now stands where Miguel once was—a massive, musky dragon jock. Drool beads at the corners of his mouth as he flexes his biceps, grinning and pounding his chest.
Ignis throws an arm around him, handing him a football.
"Welcome to the team, big guy!"
"Uh... Mike smash!" he bellows, voice booming with dumb enthusiasm.
Mike[/@ch_3] lumbers alongside his new teammates.]
Sweat glistens on his scales, and he laughs with mindless joy, tossing the football high into the air. The crowd in the stands erupts as he charges down the field, a living force of muscle and energy.
Ignis smirks, satisfied with his latest recruit, while the old Miguel fades into memory, replaced by the unstoppable presence of Mike.
