Solid Snake VS. Dance Dance Revolution

Chapter 3- Stomp To My Beat

...Happy people stompin' to my beat you, to my beat you, stompin' to my beat, My beat'll come stormin' in, pumpin' , pumpin' ...

I grumbled as I entered my name into the high-scores. Did I get first? No. Second? No. 25th? Yeah. I was mad. I put up the best damn dancing I could ever do, and I STILL did terribly. It isn't fair... but then again, nothing is. As if on cue, Otacon appeared behind me. "Snake. Give it up on this machine. You'll never beat Liquid's score! Just stick to Pong! You're amazing at that!" Otacon said. I sneered at him. "No way!" I yelled "I'm not giving up!! Giving up is how people die early!!" Otacon looked at me oddly. "Uh... saying a preachy speech about an arcade game doesn't make a very good impact..." Otacon said.
I sighed angrily and fixed my hair a little bit. "Look, I can't let Liquid have first place on the high-scores, OK? First of all, he's supposed to be DEAD, and second.... second...." I thought for a minute, what was I going to say? Otacon rolled his eyes. "--And second you have to be first on the high scores instead of him no matter what, right?" he said. I nodded quickly. That was exactly it. I'm not going to give up on this game until I get first!!

"Whatever." Otacon sighed. I could tell he was getting frustrated. Well, it wasn't MY fault this game was so damn addictive! Why do you think I smoke!? It's addictive too! God dammit. Otacon shrugged. "Well, if this is what you're going to do with your time off; play some stupid game until the wee hours of the morning, that's your decision. But I have better things to do." He said. I chuckled. "Like what? Making muffins?" I laughed. Otacon nodded. "Of course." he said, as he headed out of the bar. I snickered. "Nerd."

...Happy people stompin' to my beat you,
to my beat you, stompin' to my beat,
My beat'll come stormin' in, pumpin' , pumpin' (all night)

Happy people stompin' to my beat you,
to my beat you, stompin' to my beat,
My beat'll come stormin' in, pumpin' , pumpin' (all night)...

I sat at one of the tables in the bar, smoking one of my..uh.. smokes, and reading a verrry interesting book. Ah, 'Hop On Pop', you crack me up. Anyways, I was taking a break from my 'DDR Training'. I practice Dance Dance Revolution every hour, and when I get good enough, I'll wipe Liquid's shit-ass high-score off the memory!! Ha HA!! Of course, now was my break, so I was just lounging.
Yeah, maybe I was getting a little obsessed with this whole Dance Dance Revolution thing, but I HAD to beat Liquid! No noe else can, it has to be ME! And anyways, I found that machine before he did, right? So aren't I entitled to the Number One spot? Damn straight.

"Hello, Snot!" I looked up, it was Liquid... again. "It's Snake, get it right." I grumbled, taking the cigarette out of my mouth and tossing it in the garbage. No, I'm not wasting them, but after a while they just.. I dunno. Bore me. Anyways, Liquid shook his head. "'Snake'. I'll remember that." he hissed. He grabbed a chair and sat across from me. I closed the book and put it on my lap. "What do you want?" I hissed, eyeing that evil smirk on his face.
"Oh, nothing. I just noticed you still haven't beaten my high-score yet. Such a pity, Sloth..." "Snake." I interrupted. "Riiight." Liquid said cooly. "Anyways, I just came to tell you that you better beat my high-score soon... or else..." I rubbed my head. "Or else what?" I grumbled. Liquid sure hadn't changed. "..Or...else.......uh ....I'll be right back." I sighed as Liquid ran off.

"Dumbass." I moaned. Suddenly, my watch beeped. Break time was up. I stood up and stretched. "Ok. 5 more practices, I swear, that's all its gonna be." I said to myself. "Then after, I'll go home, get some rest, then I'll do it all over again tomorrow." Turning off my watch alarm, I cleared my throat, and headed back towards that stupid machine...

***

*flush* ...Sorry, bathroom break. I really had to go, so... yeah. Anyways, the practices are going pretty good. I think I'll be able to beat Liquid's dumbass score in a matter of days. Unless Otacon somehow gets in my way, which we all know he probably will. Oh look, right on cue... as usual. Otacon came up to me, the angry look still on his face. "Snake, I was thinking, and I feel it is MY job to stop you from playing this...this... machine!" he said in his little whiney voice. "Can you give me a few minutes?" I said angrily, doing up my fly "I just got out of the can." Otacon backed up slightly, as I went to the sink and washed my hands.
"Ok, so... what's the problem?" I hissed. "W-Well..." Otacon began to stammer, he always does that when he thinks I'm mad at him... or something. Like I said before. Nerd. "..I-I said that I feel its MY job to stop you from playing that machine... it's driving you crazy!" I turned to him, an angry look on my face, then I went to go get a paper towel to dry my hands. "How!? How is it driving me crazy?" I yelled.

"D-D-Don't lose your temper..." Otacon said nervously jittering a little here and there. I threw the paper towel at his head (as a joke, of course.) "Calm down, Otacon. I'm not going to go crazy over some stupid little game. I just need to beat Liquid's score. That's all I have to do." I grumbled. "Oh... well that's a relief. I think." Otacon said. I had enough of this, so I went to the bathroom door to leave. "...Snake?" Otacon called after me. I stopped and turned to him. "What!?!?" I yelled angrily. I was getting REALLY tired of his... his... nerdiness.
"If you beat the high score... can you... can you put my name in it too? I want to be recognized." Otacon said, pushing his glasses higher on his nose. I shook my head, then left the bathroom. Hell, maybe I should leave the bar altogether. That way Otacon would keep off my ass. Good idea. Yup. I just walked out of the bathroom, then right out of the bar...... until someone grabbed my arm....

Who was it? Someone important? Another Metal Gear character who died, and somehow came back and made it on the high scores somehow? They're both wrong. It was some dumb kid. Why he was in a bar, I don't know. "Hey! I saw you playing that stupid dancing arcade machine! You suck!" he whined. I bit my lip. Brave little shit, I'll give him that. "Really? I'll play against you and beat your as-- asphalt." I replied. Nice censor job huh? Thank you, thank you very much. "Ok, you're on mister!" he kid said. Ohh... I'll beat him good... I hope.

...Happy people stompin' to my beat you,
to my beat you, stompin' to my beat,
My beat'll come stormin' in, pumpin' , pumpin' (all night)

Happy people stompin' to my beat you,
to my beat you, stompin' to my beat,
My beat'll come stormin' in, pumpin' , pumpin' (all night)...

What'd I tell you? That kid was a piece of cake. Beat him in 2 seconds flat! Well, actually it was a draw, and I won by default... but...uh... Piece of cake! I headed out of the bar, filled with (I dunno why) the satisfaction of actually WINNING against someone who isn't a Normal-set computer. I took out another smoke and lit it. Today was a good day... and tomorrow might be better?