With no upcoming games and nobody to hit without legal consequences, the Bash Brothers need a way to let loose. Frankly, they all do. However, nobody needs it more than Y/N. Months of familial turmoil has made her desperate for an outlet. Without a way to blow off steam, she's dangerously close to boiling over. Self-destruction is imminent.
At the start of the week, Dean suggested going to the recently opened rage room on the edge of town. Naturally, Y/N and Fulton agreed without a second thought. In the following days, they gathered a small group to go with them. Even Adam showed interest.
A detail they appreciated was that they could bring a couple of items to destroy along with what's provided.
Strolling through crowded streets as the blazing sun beats down on them, each Duck carries a plastic bag containing their chosen items.
"Is it a rage room or a wreck room?" Averman questions as the group approaches their destination.
"I don't know, I've heard both." Dean shrugs, forgetting what it was advertised as.
"I'm calling it the Limp Bizkit room because we're gonna break stuff." Y/N quips.
"I love you." Fulton lives for her references.
"I know." She grins and gives his hand and loving squeeze.
The group filters into the building and heads to the reception desk to sign in. Unsurprisingly, they know Dean by name. Before they can start, they must put on safety gear. While they all agree that they look ridiculous, it's for the best. Together, they curate a playlist to be blasted over the speakers.
Sliding their goggles over their eyes, the Ducks push through the door. The room is littered with old televisions, mugs, car parts, and more. Paying tribute to Y/N's prior joke, Break Stuff is their entrance music.
They clutch onto their baseball bats and begin to smash everything in sight. Glass shatters within seconds. Fulton hits a fan, sending the blades in different directions. Portman immediately targets the old car windows like a seasoned professional. Averman and Adam start small by smashing some plates. Y/N demolishes a partially rusted microwave as she lets out a barbaric yawp.
"Babe, get the TV!" Fulton calls out over the blaring music.
Y/N beckons her boyfriend over. After a brief countdown, the duo simultaneously swing at the old TV. Portman swoops in and kicks it over, causing the heavy frame to crush the recently shattered glass below it.
"Hey, Y/N!" Averman shouts from the other side of the room. "Batter up!"
Y/N adjusts her grip as Averman readies one of her father's mugs that she brought in her bag.
"Hey, batter, batter, batter, batter, batter!" Averman launches the mug. "Swing, batter!" Y/N obliterates the mug, allowing the pieces to rain down on her.
"Nice! I wanna watch Ferris Bueller now."
"Same. I rented it the other day. You wanna come over and watch it after it?" Fulton offers.
"I'll never say no to Ferris Bueller." Y/N is so infatuated with that film that she can quote it from start to finish. "Banks, hit me!"
Adam digs into one of the bags and retrieves a red bowl with a slight crack running through it. He throws it with his underhand for a controlled pitch. It glides through the air until it shatters upon impact with the bat in motion.
The Ducks continue wreaking havoc as songs come and go. Eventually, Y/N and the Bash Brothers collapse in a heap, breathing heavily after going all out. As the drumming in their ears begins to quiet down, the violent sound of inanimate objects being beaten down catches their attention. They turn to find Adam swinging relentlessly as a war cry escapes his mouth. They've never seen him quite like this.
In this moment in which their star player is letting out his frustrations to the point of filling his goggles with tears, Y/N stops dwelling on her own issues. She suddenly understands why Adam wanted to come. Living with his father sounds like hell, so he has to break free somehow. Normally, hockey takes care of that, but the off-season requires more thought and effort.
Adam soon hunches over to catch his breath and regain some kind of composure. Averman lightly pats his back before giving him some space.
After a brief rest, the Ducks begin searching for hidden gems in the debris.
"Jackpot!" Portman exclaims from the corner, catching everyone's attention.
"What is it?" Fulton is instantly by his side.
"Excalibur." Portman pulls out an old hockey stick from behind a severely dented washing machine.
"Cool. Are we gonna break it in half or swing at stuff first?" Averman enquires.
"We? Finders keepers, four eyes." Dean grimaces at him.
"Don't be a dick, man." Fulton defends Averman.
"Hey, I have an idea." Y/N cuts in as she hurries to the bag she brought. She grabs the photo frame from the top, paint flaking as she returns to the group. "Here." She trades it for the stick. "Put it on that shelf." She points to a shelf that only Portman could reach, gaining glances of confusion. "Trust me."
Dean obeys and places the item on the empty shelf. Staring out at the found family is a bittersweet photo of Y/N and her father with the Stanley Cup, a year and a half before her world crumbled around her. What was an amazing day is now tainted by his heinous actions.
Y/N takes a moment to examine every inch of the picture. A mix of emotions run rampant within her. Eyes begin to burn as tears threaten to spill - though she's able to fight them off long enough to get the job done.
The others move to the side, giving her enough room to manoeuvre. Holding the hockey stick in one hand, Y/N raises it above her shoulder, blade behind her, and lines herself up.
Ducks eagerly watch with bated breath.
A final deep breath prepares her for the follow-through. Letting out a guttural scream, Y/N launches the stick into the air like a javelin. Her accuracy is perfect. It slams into the picture, cracking the glass over the cheater's face. The frame tumbles to the ground, damaging it even further.
Although she holds her head high, a few rogue tears roll down her cheeks. The feeling of Fulton's hand slipping into hers, and Portman's hand on her shoulder, dissolves the numbness that had spread across her body.
Averman retrieves the photo from the fragments. Hesitantly, she takes it from him. Letting go of Fulton's hand, Y/N rips the photo into many pieces before discarding them like confetti.
Just like that, their time is up. Time flies when you're raging your way through your problems. Y/N remains silent until they get to Fulton's house. She thought she'd feel better. The truth is, she doesn't know how to feel. But when Ferris Bueller appears on the screen, her troubles melt away. As long as she has the Ducks, she'll get through this.
Hey, everyone! Haven't posted since last year. I hope your 2025 has been better than mine. Worst year of my life but I'm still breathing. I hope you enjoyed this story. Thank you for the continuous support!
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FanfictionI may be late to the Ducks, but its better late than never. Enjoy the imagines that keep me occupied and distracted from reality. There's a lot of Fulton stuff.
