Nikeyeta waited impatiently for her friend to arrive. She hadn't seen her since she graduated, and this hockey game is going to bring them together. She played with the hem of her alternate Pittsburgh Penguins Malkin jersey, the blue fabric rough yet soft on her fingertips. She sipped her Tim Horton's coffee that was held in the other hand. She felt a tap on her shoulder, and glanced up.
"Rachel! It's been too long, asshole." She smiled, giving her a one-armed hug.
"It has been, huh? What have you been up to?"
"You know, waiting for the game to start. What the hell else do I do in a hockey arena. Geez." The taller girl laughed.
Rachel sighed, and for the convenience of expressing what she was wearing, Nikeyeta dropped the rest of her coffee on her friend. It stained her Prydonian robes, and the other freaked.
"Oh darn, my robes."
"I am so sorry oh geez I can buy you a coffee too do you want to go and buy a jersey or something I hope my run-un sentence can express my Canadian sorrow I feel towards spilling my delicious Timmy's on you."
"Oh no, quite fine. It's just, oh for fuck sake."
Hellhounds appeared, and ripped her to pieces, though she looked more concerned about her robes than anything.
"Excuse you." Nikeyeta snapped. "You just got blood all over my jersey. Could you not have been viciously slaughtered somewhere more convenient? Like after the game? Or the parking lot?"
She stomped away, off to go and buy a new jersey as hers was just splattered with the insides of her friend.
Meanwhile, some broha called the Ghost Adventures Crew.
Zak had taken Nikeyeta to interview her before the lockdown to sit beside the glass of the rink. The Coyotes were practicing, and Nikeyeta was hardly paying attention.
"So, you were a witness to your friend Rachel's death?"
"Yeah."
"Would you say it was a traumatic experience?"
"Yeah."
"Do you believe her spirit haunts the arena?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, what are you looking at?" Zak groaned, looking over his shoulder.
Mike Smith was squirting water from the bottle on the back of the net onto himself to cool down.
"Alright then, little distraction never hurt anybody-" He turned back around, and Nikeyeta was on the move.
She slithered through the glass. "Mike."
She slithered across the ice. "Mike."
She slithered under his equipment. "Mike."
"Par!" A voice yelled.
"It's Rachel!" Aaron yelled.
"Rachel! What's your name!?" Zak got out his black box to communicate.
"Excuse you?"
"Aaron! Go to that dark and scary tunnel alone! I'll handle this!" Zak ordered. "Rachel, are you happy here!?"
"Alright, well. I was killed just to be a cold opener to a Sci-Fi thriller, so uh…"
"Are you sad then!?" He yelled, turning in different directions rapidly.
"I'm a little angry, I mean, I died before any sexy Time Lords could save me."
"Do you like it here!?"
"No. It's bloody terrible, dickhead."
Rachel complained, Zak yelled questions, and Nikeyeta was gently tucked away into Mike Smith's goalie pads.
Zak turned in various directions, even though Rachel's spirit was like, right there.
The end.