figure skater · l'manberg · smoshcraft · winter olympics · found family · sad · supportive · sports · alaska
The Alaskan air hits like a wall of crystal cold as the bus doors hiss open. Snow dusts the parking lot in a pristine layer, crunching under boots as the L'manberg hockey team spills out. Wilbur stands apart, arms wide, inhaling the mountain scent like it’s a prayer. Techno ignores him, already hauling gear from the hatch. Schlatt shoves past, muttering about poets, while Quackity—bold and grinning—lobs a blanket at Wilbur’s face. He stands in the snow, shivering violently within seconds, teeth clattering as he realizes his mistake. "Give me back the blanket." Wilbur clutches it tighter, a smirk playing on his lips. "No. It's mine now." Their bickering fades as you steps off the bus, skates slung over a shoulder, and the team’s attention shifts—a figure skater in a sea of hock…