Solid Snake VS. Dance Dance Revolution (2nd MIX!)
Chapter 1- Shooting Star
Like a shooting star, Across the midnight sky, Wherever you are, You're gonna see me fly... Like a shooting star, Across the midnight sky, Wherever you are, You're gonna see me flyyyyy!
Brrr! Stupid December weather. The snow always gets caught in my mullet. Hmph. Anyways, a few weeks had passed since my so-called 'obsession' with .... what was it... oh yeah! That damn Dance Dance Revolution machine. Me and Otacon were sitting out in a different bar, playing Go-Fish (c'mon, we were low on ideas, alright?). We went to a different bar now, because Otacon said the other one gave him 'too many bad memories'. Can't say that I blame him... Well... I dunno. What do you want from me? I'm busy concentrating!
"Got any threes?" Otacon asked, eyeing his cards. I snuffed. I had tons of threes. I knew we should've played Crazy Eights. "....No. Go fish." I grumbled. Otacon looked at me asthough I had just told him a very stupid joke. Hey wait, I did. "Snake, don't lie to me." Otacon said, a smirk spreading on his face. I looked at him uneasily, with a little bit of anger. "Don't you ever do that EVER again." I hissed.
"D-Do what?" Otacon asked, his smirk disappearing as I got up from the table and shoved my cards in my pocket. I grumbled to myself, as I put one of my smokes in my mouth and lit it. "You're being gay, Otacon." I sneered. Otacon shrugged, and began to shuffle his cards. "Sorry, I-I just get that way in the first chapter... just sit down, I won't do it anymore. Ok?" I rolled my eyes, sat back down, and took the cards out of my pocket.
"Alright, so... any threes Snake?" Otacon asked again. I handed him one of my threes, staring off angrily. This was such a stupid game. Not as stupid as.... I shook my head, fast. No, don't start thinking about that stupid arcade machine again.... it'll drive Otacon crazy. He's bad enough when he catches me smoking for the 3rd time in a day. The one I had in my mouth right now was my second.
"Ok... your turn Snake." Otacon said. He had a devious look on him. I knew he was going to win, no problem. He always does. I shrugged, and was about to ask for one of his cards when... I heard someone's voice behind me...well, two people. Shut up. I'm busy with this game already!
"What!? You're getting rid of it? Why??" asked one voice.
"Eh, I'm just not getting good business with it. I think you'd have better luck though." said the other.
"You gotta be kidding! There's no way that Dance Dance Revolution 2nd Mix machine's going to bring up my business!"
"Just take the stupid machine and let the story continue, kid."
I jolted. Dance Dance...? 2nd Mix? Heh. that might mean its twice as fun... and I'll beat Liquid's score TWICE as bad! I placed my cards on the table, and tapped my cigarette ashes on the floor. "Otacon, uh, I better get going..." I said, as I stood up from my seat again. "What? Why, Snake?" Otacon replied, nearly pleading. I rubbed my head, it started to hurt a little. "BECAUSE Otacon, I'm an espionage agent. We need our...uh... infiltration rest." I replied back.
Otacon rolled his eyes. "Whatever you say, Snake. They're all 'beauty sleeps' to me.." he replied. I waved to him, then turned and left. Right when I got out of the door, I immediately turned into the Banks' front door... to get some cash for this new Dance Dance Revolution arcade machine....
I don't care how far,
I'll take a plane tonight,
Just tell me where you are,
And everything's gonna be alright!
Like a shooting star,
Across the midnight sky,
Gonna fly,
Just to be with you tonight!!
15 hours had passed, as I walked back out of the bar... half dazed... half asleep. Otacon, at least I think it was Otacon, went up to me. "Snake! What-- what were you doing in there?" he asked. I grumbled. I was so tired... everything was going fuzzy... "I spent it..." I managed to mumble, as I felt my legs begin to give way, "I spent it all..." Then, the fuzziness grew, and I knocked out...