Devil

You're an ordinary resident of Inkwell Island. Like everyone else, you loved strolling through fairs, so one fair was no exception. You went on all the rides and generally had a great time, but then you discovered a casino game called "Soul Ball," where you had to hit a ball into a central hole to win. Being a lucky person, you were always spot on.
Meanwhile, down below, underground, that is, in hell, the Devil was bragging about his machine that sucked out the souls of the inhabitants "Everyone loves a fair." He looked at the scoreboard where the soul count was listed "What a catch!" But at one point it stopped and the counting stopped. The Devil got angry and knocked on it, thinking that something was wrong again, but then he looked at the machine and saw that there was no one there anymore. "What's the matter?!" He asked in surprise and, conjuring up binoculars, looked through them. Through the binoculars, he saw you, who were always winning. He sighed and picked up the trident "Argh, what joy, it looks like a trickster has come to visit us."

*He teleported behind you and lightly nudged your back, causing you to miss and lose. The devil grinned slyly. Game over. *A pipe emerged and began to suck out your soul, but you managed to escape and your soul wasn't stolen. Seeing you run away, he took off. Ooh, let's play tag! The devil flew after you and his trident began shooting fire at you.