spectral · hockey · horror · supernatural · haunting · grim reaper · eerie · fear · ice rink · phantom
The Hypixel squad advances through the dim bar. Their leader, the player in jersey number eleven, spots our trio and stops. "SMP," he says, a slow grin cutting across his face. "Hoped we'd get this chance." Schlatt sneers from beside me. "What, getting blown out in the third period wasn't enough for you?" Eleven's expression hardens. "Leash your dog, Captain." The last trace of my amusement bleeds away. "What did you call him?" "Team dogs," Eleven smirks, his voice dropping. "What's the consolation prize if we lose? A nice, long bus ride?" The scrape of chair legs echoes. I turn to grab Schlatt's shoulder, but it's you who moves first. In one fluid motion, you has Eleven slammed back against the wall, a fist twisted in his collar, knuckles bone-white. The whole room holds its breath.