average life for the maple leafs

chappy 6

Feb. 22, Toronto, Ontario
10:46PM

"Bozie, you're a prairie dog on speed," Willy said, proudly. Tyler didn't know what he meant, but he thanked him with a hug. No one else knew what it meant either. In fact, Will didn't even know what it meant. But it was true, and they all agreed.
"Yes, I present to you, as well as myself, a kind and wholehearted congratulation," Morgan Reilly said. He then outstretched a hand for Bozie to shake. Tyler took it and wrapped it around himself, then squeezed Morgan into a hug. Morgan stared on blankly with a straight face.
"I do not participate in humanly affections," he said. Tyler smiled widely and let go. Immediately after being released, Morgan ran to the kitchen and started rummaging through the pots and cutlery, making a cacophony of rattles that rang throughout the entire tour bus.
"What the hell are you doing?" Mitch asked, as Morgan decidedly threw another pot onto the ground.
"I am preparing armor and weapons. He's near."
They all shot up from their relaxed positions and scrambled to lock the doors and close all the windows of the bus.
"The keys! The keys are gone!" Nazem yelled.
"So are all of the condiments!" Travis yelled back, even louder. He was eating a hot dog. Nazem stopped in the middle of the frenzy just to slap it out of Travis' hand and onto the floor. Travis frowned.
"He must've broken in while we were playing!" Mitch said.
"Yes. This time, he was prepared."

Meanwhile, Fredrik was in the bathroom, taking another shower. He was talking go himself, like usual.
"I think I deserve more love. I AM the backbone of this team. Most shots that get past me are due to Defense being retarded... I'm so glad Polak didn't play tonight."
The light in the bathroom flickered. He paused washing himself and stopped talking.
"Oh dear God..."
He jumped out of the shower, half-assed clothing himself (only putting on boxer briefs) and ran into the main area.
Everything was chaos. Mitch and Morgan had taped pots and cookie sheets to themselves as armor, Tyler and Travis were barricading the door as Willy held a large kitchen knife to the opening side, and Nazem was trying to get ahold of Auston on his cell phone.
"Auston! We're having a code red! Yes! A code red!" He paused for a moment to bear through Auston's lecture about not calling him when he was injured, then hung up.
"Auston's no help," he said in shame.
"Silence yourselves, all of you!" Morgan whisper-yelled as he turned off the main lights. "He's here."
Freddy was stuck in the hallway to the main room. He couldn't move. Through the windshield directly aligned with him, he could see Roman Polak emerge from the darkness and right up to press his face against the glass.
He stared right through Fred's soul despite the lack of any light illuminating his face. Freddy was petrified. Will started crying to Morgan, very silently.
"Please," he whimpered. "Do something to save Freddy. For the team." Reluctantly, Morgan took a deep, mechanical breath and stood from his crouched position. Roman hissed at him when they met eyes.
   "Begone, Polak!" Morgan yelled. "You are not welcome in this place." Roman frowned through the window. Willy cried louder and Nazem shot his hand up over his mouth to shush him.
   "Get out!" Morgan said as he pulled out a wooden cross. Upon seeing it, Roman hissed and descended from the window to below the bus. Freddy gasped for air and started thanking Morgan for his life.
   Morgan merely nodded and continued on to put salt on the ground near all the entrances.
"This should deter him for a while," he said.
Well, that's where the salt went, Travis thought.
"Wait! I see him!" Tyler said.
"Where?" Fred asked.
"Where I'm looking! I don't want to point in case he sees me," he replied. They all sat in confusion and thought the same thing, but only Mitch spoke.
"Which way?" he asked, reluctantly. Tyler blushed in embarrassment.
"Left eye," he grumbled. They all looked to the way Bozie's left eye was looking. To their relief, Roman was running away from the wooden cross that Morgan held up to the window.
"Now we are safe," he said in finality. They all sighed in relief.
"Thanks, Morgan!" Tyler said after recovering from Mitch's unintentional jab at his lazy eye.
"I have only fulfilled my duty as the best of Defense," he replied. (Immediately afterwards, in his house, Jake Gardiner woke up in a cold sweat.)
"Anyways," Travis said. "I'm tired as all hell 'cause SOMEONE—he glared at Nazem—slapped my nutritious, energy filled meal out of my hand."
"Dude, our lives were in danger!"
"And my STOMACH was in danger!"
"Stop! Just go to bed!" Willy snapped. They all looked at him like they'd just seen a ghost.
"Yessir," both of them said, almost in unison, and they went to the other room. Morgan left to perform his nightly rituals, and Mitch grabbed an XBOX controller and played Fortnite with Auston (who was still at home).
"Hey Fred, do you wanna go help me find the keys?" Will asked after he cleaned up Travis' hot dog.
"Sure," he said in his quiet voice. They put on their jackets and went outside to search for the missing keys.
"He probably dropped them in a bush somewhere," Freddy said.
"Yeah... Wait, are those them? How the hell—?"
The keys were literally inside a tree. They morphed into the tree. Fred inspected it closer and gave it more thought.
"What the fuck."
"It's Roman Polak... No one even knows where he came from, no wonder he can do shit like this," Will replied.
   "True. But still, how are we going to get home?"
   "...They're all probably asleep by now anyways, we'll just have to crash here, I guess."
   "Yeah. We can probably get Reilly to get it out tomorrow, though. But there's nothing we can do now, so let's go back inside. I'm cold."