AAOOOSC! United

"Go Win The Stanley Cup A Hundred Times Or Something!"

Richmond Hill, Ontario, Canada
July 9, 2017
Afternoon

A flash of yellow energy engulfs Connor's kitchen. Instantly, the flash recedes, revealing the lone countertop once again with its owner and his visitors:

Connor, Auston, and Carter are standing by the countertop. Connor swiftly sits back down at the end; Auston follows him, settling on his stool. The two then spin to face the junior player solemnly.

Carter stares at them in pure shock as if he is frozen.

"You can speak," Connor says, rotating his wrist in the air to signal him to speak.

Carter darts his eyes from side-to-side before landing them on him. "Uh...wh-where am I?"

"You're at my house." Connor places his hands on top of each other with his elbow on the surface. "Welcome."

"Wh-what did you do with Nolan?" Carter asks, still filled with uncertainty.

"I teleported him to the hostage room while I was teleporting you two and me." An arrogant smirk forms on his face. "Remote Teleportation."

Tentatively, Carter points to Auston then to Connor, attempting to process whom he is talking to. "You guys...you're..."

Connor places a hand on his chest. "I'm Connor McDavid—" He reverts his hand over toward Auston. "—he's Auston Matthews."

Auston gives him a quick nod. "What's your name?"

"Carter Hart," the goalie replies cooly. He then turns to Connor. "Why'd you bring me here?"

Connor interlaces his finger and cocks his head at him with a smug smile. "One of my powers is telepathy. I was able to read your mind and I find out that we have a few things in common."

A scowl forms on Carter's face. "How dare you read my mind."

Connor shoots him a grave expression. "I had to. You just came out of nowhere and I needed to know who you were going for."

Carter begins to step toward the countertop, behind Connor, while keeping a sharp eye on him. "I would tell you, but why should I—" He twirls around on Connor's left to glare at him. "—if you already read my mind?"

Auston gives him a look of disapproval. "He already read your mind. Holding a grudge won't undo that."

Carter halts on the other side of the countertop, across from Auston. He silently gives him a glower.

Connor then whirls to the sulking goalie. "But please, tell us your scheme. Pretend I didn't read anything from your mind. Besides—" He whirls to partner-in-crime. "—Auston doesn't know anything about it, eh?"

Auston nods his head. "Yup. I'm clueless here." He purses his lips.

Carter stays still for a few moments, staring hard at the granite surface. "Okay." He faces the two, slamming his palms against the smooth surface. "Here's what I'm going at: I want the CHL and the NCAA."

"Ooo, exciting!" Connor rubs his hands in eagerness.

Auston gazes up at him in interest. "Tell me more."

"It's a project I just recently started now that I got more time in my hands due to the offseason." He holds his hands out from his sides. "I'm starting off with the WHL for CHL and Hockey East for NCAA to have bite-size tasks. As of now, I'm weakening the leagues together, going from one to the other and terrorizing them so-to-say." He sways his hands from side-to-side.

"I just did BU—Boston University—earlier today since their team powers are pretty pathetic. Then I went to Brandon to continue, but you guys beat me to it." He shoots them an unamused expression.