Solid Snake VS. Dance Dance Revolution (2nd MIX!)

Chapter 4- Get Up And Dance

...To the music, Come on get up and dance to the music, Get up get up and dance!!...

A wicked grin was spread on my face, as I entered Studio 2B... that was where they were gonna have the Dance Dance Revolution contest. Otacon came with me, god knows why, as we just surveyed the area. "It's clean." Otacon said. "Yup, very clean." I replied. There wasn't a lot we could say. All I could think about was beating Liquid, and I bet all Otacon thought about was destroying the whole Dance Dance Revolution genre... if it IS a genre.
"Why're you even here??" I asked, turning to Otacon. He shrugged innocently. "I'm just here to see how other people do. And remember, I also don't want you getting obsessed with that machine..." he replied, very sternly. I raised an eyebrow at him, but didn't say anything. "Oh, and I'll be taking these..." he reached into my pocket, and took out my package of smokes. "Hey! I need those!" I growled. Otacon smirked and put them in his pocket.

"You don't want to run out of breath 5 seconds into the song... do you, Snake?" Otacon asked me, mockingly. I groaned. Who did this nerd think he was? I could beat his ass so bad... but no. I have to save this energy for Liquid... "Fine. Y-You're right Otacon... I...I don't need my smokes..." I stammered. That was the hardest thing I've ever said. "...Are you gonna quit?" Otacon asked, his voice perking up. I shook my head. Maybe later... but smokes DID add on to the 'American Bad-Ass' image I had going... oh well.
Otacon tapped my shoulder. "Snake, I better get going," he said, "Good luck... and, if you lose, I guess its back to Alaska huh?" I nodded. Yup, back to Alaska... "Good luck." he repeated, then he turned and left. I watched him go, then sighed. "Ok..." I said to myself "Just like a few weeks ago... remember? I used to practice every hour..."

"SNAAAAKE!! I mean, oh whatever." it was Liquid! "What!? What are you doing here!?" I sneered, trying to sound like I didn't know why he was here...eventhough I did...yeah. Liquid walked over, in his 'cool' fashion. "I think the real question is, why are YOU here." he sneered back. "I'm in debt. I need that 100 million dollars." I hissed. Liquid chuckled. "You!? In debt!? How'd that happen, Snake? Forgot to feed your dogs?" I froze. My dogs!? Holy shit, they must've been left up in Alaska... for... 4 years!? Oh well.
"Hey, how come you're not messing up on my name anymore?" I asked. Liquid shrugged. "I don't know, maybe I was getting bored with it. But that doesn't matter now." he fixed his hair, putting it behind his shoulders. "All that matters is that we are here, in the same room, in the same contest, to see who is the best at Dance Dance Revolution!" I scratched the back of my head. "....and?"

"AND," Liquid continued "I wish to propose my duel... again. A battle to the death; one on one, mano a mano... Snake Vs. Snake..." I rolled my eyes. "But this isn't about a high score list anymore." I grumbled. "I know that Snake! But when it is our turn to go up against eachother, we will see, who is the best. But if you DO win, I'll know its my non-dominant genes..." Sure... blame it on the genes.
"And if you win...?" I asked. "...Uh... I haven't gotten to that yet." Liquid sneered. He cleared his throat, then shook his head. "All that matters to me is beating you, Snake. That's all it is. Now, if you excuse me, I have autographs to sign..." snuffing loudly, he turned, and walked away. I clentched my fist... very tightly. Right now, I was starting to have doubts about this whole thing...

Move, move, move to the funky beat!
And we're groovin,
Groovin, groovin, groovin,
Till you're hot as heat!

And we're move,
Move, move, move to the funky beat!
And we're groovin,
Groovin, groovin, groovin,
Till you're hot as heat!

***

I decided to call Otacon on my CODEC (c'mon, I'm at a loss for actions, ok?). Maybe he could reassure me about this contest, about me beating Liquid... whatever. Enough thoughts, I'll just call him.

A couple of beeps, and soon he was on.
"This better be good, snake. I'm in the shower." Otacon hissed.
I shuddered. "Oh... well, if I got you at a bad time..." I began, trying to make him feel bad, so he'd talk to me. It has to work! He's the biggest nerd I know! Heh.
"No... it's ok. What's up?" he asked... but I could hear the impatience in his voice. Better make this fast.
"Well, I don't know about this whole contest thing..." I began, "I mean--"
"You hate Dance Dance Revolution now!?" Otacon interrupted excitingly.
"...No. I just..."
"Ohh... no confidence in winning..." Otacon interrupted again.
"Yeah."
"Well, you're on your own, Snake. I told you before! This game's going to bring you madness! Then, what do you do? You just play it anyway!"
I groaned. He doesn't have to be preachy.
"Look," I said, "Just--Just... give me some motivation. A-anything."
"Oh.. A-Alright, but I'm not much of a motivator..." Otacon warned.
"That's ok."
I heard Otacon clear his throat. This better be good.
"Ok. Um.. if you bat Liquid, I'll let you read my collection of Cosmopolitan magazines."
I blinked a few times.
"That's it?" I asked.
Otacon sighed angrily. "Oh, alright! And my Sears Catalogues too! But don't get the pages wet like you did last time!"
I chuckled. "Alright. Thanks Otacon."
--click--

Well, that made me feel a bit better. Ahhh.... Sears Catalogues.. those take me back.... I shook my head fast. OK, now I could take him. What Otacon said wasn't much of an esteem booster, but hey, we have to end the chapter somehow. I cleared my throat, snuffed my nostrils, and got ready for the contest..er..showdown....whatever.