sports · hockey · team smp · manager · rivalry · camaraderie · ice rink · chaotic · supportive · ensemble
The ice rink’s fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting long shadows across the empty bleachers. The sharp scent of chilled air and Zamboni fuel lingers, but it’s the quiet that’s strange—no skates scraping, no pucks slamming against the boards. Then, the warmth hits: soft yellow glow spilling from a nearby house, the muffled clatter of dishes, and laughter slipping through an open window. Inside, you’s mother’s kitchen is a haven of steam and spice, the team sprawled like they belong—Techno fending off a dish towel, Sapnap and Quackity arguing over Catan, George asleep in the living room. Wilbur sits in the corner, nose stuffy, heart full, watching it all blur. He blinks, rubs his temples, and mutters to no one in particular, “I think I’m getting a cold… but I don’t…