Solid Snake VS. Dance Dance Revolution (2nd MIX!)
Chapter 5- Brilliant 2U
Come on! Let's go, here we go!! Jump, jump, jump! Everybody, jump up, let's get down! DDR, come on, come on!!
Alright! Now I'm ready! Sure, that pep talk Otacon gave me wasn't the best self-esteem booster there is, but its
not like there's anything else here... right? I started to do some leg stretches ; as now the contestants for the..uh.. contest
were asked to get ready.
'Piece of cake,' I thought 'If there's anyone who's going to win this contest, it's me. I mean,
I DID single handedly infiltrate a civilian base in Alaska, I lived in a cardboard box, I ate rations for a straight 18 hours without
drinking anything.. I'll do this contest no problem.'
As I continued to stretch, I could just barely make out a voice behind me; which sounded a lot like Liquid. Whatever, let's just say it is.
"We cannot let him be victorious this time! Now, I have a fool-proof plan that will COMPLETELY ruin his chance of getting the first prize!"
Liquid sneered, in his... 'liquidish' kind of way. He was talking to Revolver Ocelot... as usual.
"I see. Then we'll be able to buy a new Metal Gear... am I right?" Ocelot replied.
I began to sweat a little. Metal Gear? Where have I heard that before...?
"Hmm. Maybe. I haven't really thought about that yet, Ocelot. But... I was thinking of putting it towards FoxDie vaccine research... or maybe that cancer
research organization. They make Metal Gears too, don't they?"
...Silence...
"Well, anyway, that doesn't matter now. We just have to put an end to Snake. If we fail, it could mean the end of our entire operation!"
"W..What operation?" Ocelot asked. He sounded a bit confused, well, to ME.
Liquid groaned angrily.
"Must I do everything myself? Augh. Ocelot, don't you remember our plan? We were going to-- hey... is Snake listening in on us?"
I jolted, and froze. Liquid glanced evilly at me, as I stood leaning towards them, hand behind my ear. I had to think of something, fast.
"Uh... I wasn't listening in! I'm just... stretching my ear muscles! I wanna get the full blow of those..uh.. funky beats!" I said cheerfully. Liquid glared at me for a few more seconds,
then resumed talking to Ocelot. I sighed, relieved, then continued stretching... and listening in.
But then, I couldn't hear their voices anymore. I glanced at them... they were still talking, but I couldn't hear them! That's weird.
Did I go deaf or something? Did my ever-so-long smoking habit to show off an american bad-ass image for myself finally catch up to me?
Then, I noticed a small ringing noise from inside my ear. I jolted again, as flashing text appeared right in the center of my view.
"Call: Push Select" ..... "Call: Push Select"..... Piece of crap CODEC.... I groaned... Damn, I hate this thing... then I answered it.
"What!? what the hell do you want!?" I screamed into my CODEC. I didn't really care who it was. I was JUST about to find out something important if it weren't for...
whoever it was!
"Snake! C-Calm down... It's me."
It was Otacon, talking in his 'don't hurt me, I may be weak but I'm oh-so-smart' tone of voice.
"............"
"Look Snake, I called to warn you--!"
"About what? The dangers of Dance Dance Revolution? You already did THAT."
"No, no! It's about Liquid Snake! He's planning to kill you!!"
"....Well, that's nothing new."
"You don't understand, Snake! You have to get out of there!"
"I'm not leaving until I get the prize money, Otacon." I replied dully.
"But Snake--! Liquid--!"
"Otacon. Listen to me. I destroyed Metal Gear with my bare hands -- holding a Stinger Missile Launcher. I think I can handle Liquid by myself."
"But... Snake--!!"
Otacon paused. I could tell that he knew there was no way I was going to change my mind. He sighed, giving up.
"...alright. Be careful Snake."
"Thanks, Otacon."
--click--
Jump, jump, jump DDR
Jump, jump, jump DDR
Everybody, let's get down!
Come on! Let's go, here we go
Jump, jump, jump, everybody, jump up, let's get down!
DDR, come on, come on
Jump, jump, jump, everybody, jump up, let's get down!
The contest had already started, and a lot of the people who went up really... sucked. Well, they were better than ME...
I mean... they sucked! I cleard my throat. Damn it! Why did Otacon have to take my smokes? That nerd!
I needed one so bad right now ; I was really getting stressed here! Would I ever win this contest? And what did Liquid have
in store for me? Those two-cent candies that are surprizingly expensive?
"What's the matter, Snake... are you stressed?"
I glanced beside me. It was Liquid (surprize , surprize), his arms crossed as if he owned the place....
or as if he forgot to put on deodorant. "No." I replied, as cooly as I could. "Why do you say that?"
Liquid's eyes travelled downward, near my crotch. "Giving your other Snake some air, brother?" he sighed.
I gasped, then quickly turned away and did my fly up. I felt my face beginning to get a little warm, but I shook it off.
"What do you want?" I grumbled, adjusting my pants, then turning back to face Liquid. "Oh, you know, i'm just wishing you the best of luck in
the contest ; that's all. There's no harm in that, now, is there?" Liquid asked, all innocently.
I snuffed. I didn't have time for this. Well, maybe I did. But that's not important. "....I guess not." I sneered back at him. "...G-Good luck to you too. May the best man win." Liquid smirked and nodded. "Let's just hope that lung cancer doesn't catch up with you, hmm?" he snickered. I rubbed my face as he turned and left. This was working up to be some contest... showdown.. whatever.
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