HOW IS THIS CHAPTER 50 ALREADY.
HOW.
Well, only two reviews on that last chapter. Apparently I'm not doing so hot anymore. Or you guys just got bored and left. Either-Or.
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BloodLily16 (Chapter 49):
Okay. Thank you for your input!
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oh my god...
I have a fandom.
*internally screaming*
Chapter Fifty- The Man with the Pocket Protector
Jessie walked out of the elevator along with Simon, looking like the stereotype of people who came down to a hotel breakfast. He untamed hair was kept up in a hair claw, her outfit consisting of her black oxford Converse, yoga pants, and and old faded t-shirt, which had the dates and promo image for the "Fall Out Boy presents: From Under The Cork Tree World Tour". Jessie let out a yawn as they walked nonchalantly down the hall, Jessie breaking the silence. "So- where is he sitting?" she said, about to walk into the room full of tables, TVs, and lounge chairs which contained their free continental breakfast. Her comment made SImon blush, yet again covering his mouth to conceal a giggle. "Oh, he's not in there." He added with a smirk, trying to hold back another fit of laughter. Jessie raised her eyebrows, completely confused. "Then where is he, then?" Simon merely smiled slyly, leading her past the dining area, and down the hall a ways, to a totally dark room. He let her go in first, the sounds of electronic voices blasting from every corner, along with neon lights, animation, and the loud noise of old 90's music.
Jump Jump
You know you should know that ahhh
Kris Kross is not having anything today
As we stand here totally krossed out
We commence to make ya
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad'll make ya Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac'll make ya Jump Jump
Kris Kross'll make ya
Jump Jump
Jessie took in the sights and sounds all around her. Oddly enough, the hotel had its own arcade. She wondered why she hadn't known this before, and then remembered that she had been knocked out the majority of the time they had all been there. The room was fairly large, containing arcade game cabinets as far as the eye could see, including some oddities such as a money-to-coin exchanger for games that didn't except change to play, a claw game here or there, and the currently-unoperated prize area.
Don't try to compare us to another bad little fad
I'm the Mac and I'm bad give ya something that ya never had
I'll make ya Bump Bump wiggle and shake your rump
Cause I'll be kicking the flavor that makes you wanna Jump
How high? Real high
Cause I'm just so fly
A young loveable, huggable type of guy
And everything is the back with a little slack
Cause inside-out is wiggida wiggida wiggida wack
"Where is that music coming from?" she asked annoyed, since so far it had done nothing but interrupt her looking at the arcade room in awe. Simon gave her another smirk, which was slowly yet surely pissing her off even more every time he did it. She knew for a fact due to his smile, that wherever the music was coming from, she'd find their fair-coded friend. She sighed, rolling her eyes at him. "You're so smug about this like it's something actually enjoyable. He's playing in an arcade. Big whup! So what?" she muttered to herself as she began to walk through the arcade, which was vacant of all real life except for her, Simon, and the M.A.S.T.E.R., but was also crawling with colorful and loud animated life on the game console screens.
I come stompin' with somethin' pumpin' to keep you jumpin'
R&B rappin bullcrap is what I'm dumpin'
And something bout Kris Kross we all that
So when they ask do they rock say "believe that"
Jessie kept searching for the source of the music, and the hiding place of the M.A.S.T.E.R, reading off the random titles of the video games she went past as she went through aisles, over corners, still having no luck. She had counted After Burner, Pac-Man, Big Buck Hunter, Donkey Kong, Jockey Grand Prix, Street Fighter 3, Zookeeper, Big Buck Safari, Tron, StarHorse2, Mario Bros., Dirty Drivin', Half-Life 2: Survivor, The House of the Dead 4, Off Road Thunder, Carousel Coins, Big Fish Reel, and countless others. Eventually, she thought the music was sounding closer when she was farther in the back. She sneaked down to the back of the room, only to spy one of the most hilarious things she had ever seen.
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad'll make ya Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac'll make ya Jump Jump
Kris Krossll make ya
Jump Jump
Uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad'll make ya Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac'll make ya Jump Jump
Kris Krossll make ya
Jump Jump
Jessie giggled, kneeling down beside a console, covering her mouth as she giggled to the point of tears. She knew for sure the M.A.S.T.E.R. would definitely never be like the real Master 100% due to moments like that. When she finally opened her eyes, she spied Simon, also hunched down beside a game, doing the same thing. 'I stand corrected' she mouthed over to him when he finally noticed her. 'I know, right?' he mouthed back, wiping laugher-induced tears from his eyes as well.
I let myself knockin' knockin'
I love it when a girl is play jockin' jockin'
The D-A-double D-Y-M-A-C
Yeah you know me
I got you jumpin' an' pumpin' an' movin' all around G
In the mix I make ya take a step back
They try to step to the Mac then they got jacked
To the back you'll be sportin' the gear that's coincidental
And like you know it so don't be claiming that it's mental
Two lil' kids with a flow you ain't ever heard
And none faking you can understand every word
As you listen to my cool school melody
The Daddy makes you J-U-M-P
She looked at him, up and down. She noticed he was wearing a plain off-black T-shirt, which appeared to be a size too small, and revealed a gorgeous body underneath. He made another mental note of his differences with her Master, this one being her Master's preference to wearing loose-fitting clothes when it was loose V.S. tight. He also wore some stone-washed Levi jeans -again, something she didn't think the real Master prefered, due to the fact she had never seen him in them.- and a pair of big Chuck Taylor Converse, the most common kind- black high-tops. She also noticed that there was a pocket in his T-shirt, which held the most unusual item to be in his outfit. A pocket protector. An odd-looking one at that. She fell into a fit of giggles again at the sight of it, wondering if he had any information on fashion sense in that artificial brain of his.
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad'll make ya Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac'll make ya Jump Jump
Kris Krossll make ya
Jump Jump
Uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad'll make ya Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac'll make ya Jump Jump
Kris Krossll make ya
Jump Jump
Now, the formalities of this and that
Is that Kris Kross ain't comin' off wack
And for all y'all suckas that don't know
Check it out
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't rhyme like this
Some of them try to rhyme but they can't
'Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida mac daddy
Miggida miggida miggida mac
'Cause I'm the miggida miggida miggida mac daddy
Miggida miggida miggida mac
I make you wanna
She listened, bopping her head to the song that had been playing, remembering it as an old 90's tune- "Jump" by Kriss Kross, watching as the M.A.S.T.E.R. worked his magic. She was amazed at how poised he was, but also so clumsy at the same time. He was playing Dance Dance Revolution, and by the countless strands of orange game tickets wrapped around his neck like a thug's gold chains- he had either played almost every game in the arcade, or he had been playing DDR for countless hours. She watched as his feet went to work, two black Converse shifting back and forth as much in time with the arrows on the screen as he could, almost losing his balance and falling down a few times, making her giggle slightly. He was such a dork!
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad'll make ya Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac'll make ya Jump Jump
Kris Krossll make ya
Jump Jump
Uh huh uh huh
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad'll make ya Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac'll make ya Jump Jump
Kris Krossll make ya
Jump Jump
Uh huh uh huh
She watched as the screen suddenly flashed a GREAT JOB!, causing the level to change and become a little more difficult, right before the song ended. He watched as he attempted, and failed, to do a good job on the higher level, grasping onto the railing as his foot slid, only to fall flat on his face, right in front of Jessie. He turned his head, still on the ground, his eyes wide and pale face bright red with embarrassment. He didn't say a word, expect beginning to laugh at his clumsiness as the song ended without its dancer.
Jump Jump
The Mac Dad'll make ya Jump Jump
The Daddy Mac'll make ya Jump Jump
Kris Krossll make ya
Jump Jump
Believe That
Well, guys... I think you might have won this round.
Since I haven't really received anything positive about our little M.A.S.T.E.R., I'm thinking of writing him out of the story entirely very soon, since almost every time I try to make him funny, or kind, or just a crutch for Jessie (and not a replacement for her wonderful Time Lord), or just trying to make him likable, I've only heard from those who highly dislike him. This is pretty much my final attempt to make him somewhat of a goofy, decent character, and this will probably be one of the last places (as in the hotel, and maybe their next adventure) where he'll be seen due to his lack of popularity with my...erm...fandom.
So enjoy his kooky antics while you can, folks. Because unless something drastic happens- he won't be around much longer.
Oh look at that.
A 2k+ chapter.
Only it's about a character most of you despise.
Playing Dance Dance Revolution.
To an early 90's song.
While wearing a pocket protector that will have great importance later on.
(God I suck at good chapters.)
Reviews would be nice, but since apparently my last few chapters haven't really been good enough to get my usual amount- I don't expect them.
