average life for the maple leafs

chappy 3

Feb. 10th, Toronto, Ontario
10:51PM

Mitch stared at Auston with a condescending grin on his face. Auston stared back at Mitch with a bleak, passive-aggressive smile. Patrick looked at both of them carefully from across the locker room, just waiting for a fight to break out.
"Ya know, I'm the fifth youngest Leaf to get five points in one— AH!" Before Mitch could even finish his sentence, Auston attacked him and put him in a headlock.
   "I DON'T CARE! I HAVE MORE POINTS THAN YOU, I HAVE MORE FRIENDS THAN YOU, AND I AM THE FACE OF THE TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS. SHUT THE FUCK UP!"
   Mitch turned around to Auston with a saddened, purple face.
   "How many friends do you think I have?" he asked as Patrick sprinted to them.
   "BOYS, ENOUGH!" He picked Mitch up and from Auston's grasp. "This isn't okay! Auston, wrath is no way to solve anything, and Mitch, don't instigate unless we're on the ice!"
   Auston folded his arms and stormed off, while Mitch gasped for air, gloating all the while.
"I'll just be the youngest Leaf to get TEN points then," Auston grumbled as he walked over to his locker.
Tyler Bozak ran over to Mitch from the restroom and attacked him with a hug, easily picked him up, and spun him around in the air.
"MITCHY!!!"
"BOZIE!!!"
He just kept spinning him around. Mitch was getting dizzy, but Tyler kept going. Matt Martin looked at them and thought to himself, I swear this entire team is gay...
"Can... Can you put me down now?" Mitch pleaded.
"Sure little buddy!" He just let go of Mitch, mid spin, sending him flying into a locker.
"Oh. Sorry!" Mitch said before he could see whose locker he flew into.
"Please get out of my locker, Mitchell," Morgan Reilly said. "It displeases me that you have knocked over my statue of our head coach and disrupted my hangers of perfectly aligned clothing. You must now enter the void."
   The entire room went silent. Panic rose.
   Void, void, void, void... Why does Reilly saying that sound familiar? Kadri thought... Then it hit him and his heart dropped. Bernier went to the void.
   "WAIT!"
   "MORGAN, THINK THIS THROUGH. PLEASE!"
   Cries for help filled the room. But Morgan Reilly, oh Reilly... He had made up his mind. Mitchell Marner's existence was about to cease.
   He put his hand on the locker door, preparing himself to shut it and stop time to dispose of Mitch in the same way he disposed of the previous goalie, Jonathan Bernier: not through trade, no, through void.
   "Reilly, don't!"
   Morgan stopped at the sound of Mike Babcock's voice, and he spun around as quickly as he could.
   "Father, I can explain!"
   "This is the third sacrifice you've tried to make since your injury. These guys are okay."
   Morgan mechanically walked towards Babcock, leaving Mitch, who was jammed in the locker, to his own devices. Coincidentally, Auston walked back into the room with a jar of Vaseline for his hair.
   Tyler snatched it, took out a scoop, ran over to Morgan's locker, and rubbed it all over Mitch.
   "Dude what the hell are you doing?"
   "Saving you from Reilly's Wrath."
   Matt didn't even bother looking anymore. Whatever was happening right now was probably gay.
   "Alright, on three, I pull you out. One, two, three!" Tyler yanked Mitch out of the locker and back onto the floor.
   "Thanks, Bozie," Mitch said. "You saved my life."
   "I know, kid. I know..."
   Auston walked up to Tyler.
   "Can I have my Vaseline back, and is this stuff flammable?"