This choice: People wanted to challange the girl- she hogs the machine you're on all day • Go Back...Chapter #6The Professional by: Unknown The clinking noises of coins being slotted into the machine spelled certain doom for you. In your current position, there was nothing you could do to fight against the pounding feet of the oblivious girls above you. Kat and Ana had left, taking your only hope at rescue away with them. Whether the girl who had just danced all over you kept playing, or a new girl took her place, you knew that you were doomed.
“Hey! What’s your name?” You heard a girl ask, with a different voice than the professional who had just tortured you. You assumed that the new girl was speaking the girl right beside you.
“My name is Maria. Why do you ask?” The dancing girl replied.
“My name is Cindy. You danced pretty well in that last match.” Cindy puffed out her chest in a show of playful presence. The gathered audience laughed. “I happen to be a Dance Dance Revolution connoisseur myself. I challenge you.” She pointed dramatically to Maria, and the crowd cheered.
“Ha! I accept your challenge Cindy. Prepare to taste defeat!” Maria grinned, joining in on the playful banter. Cindy climbed onto the dance pad beside the one you were stuck to, and you saw Maria’s towering frame enter your vision once more. You braced yourself, as her giant sweaty feet stomped down onto your tired and beaten body. The girls selected their song, a hardcore song called “Ready, Steady, Go!” and prepared to dance.
You heard the muffled opening notes of the song, and realized you were in for a full course repeated of the hell you had just endured. The two unaware giantesses began their dancing frenzy, and you were mercilessly pounded over and over again, Maria’s heavy feet smacking the life out of you with every step.
Her feet would move for one second, giving you a brief chance to breathe and relax. However, your freedom would be short lived, always followed by the painful crashing of her disgusting feet half a second later. You couldn’t wiggle, or squirm, or do anything to alert your tormentor to your presence. Even if your mouth had been capable of speech, your screams would have been drowned out by the pulsing music beats and the cheering crowd.
The song continued, and Maria and Cindy were neck and neck. The two titans were panting heavily, each of them sweating profusely. All of Maria’s stick and smelly sweat dripped down onto your body, flowing into your crushed mouth and open eyes. Your eyes stung, and you were forced to swallow wave after wave of her gross sweat. You began to mentally cry, wishing only for the pain to end.
The song drew to a close, and Maria managed to pull ahead right at the very end with a string of perfect hits. She ended up beating Cindy by an incredibly small margin. Maria laughed weakly in triumph, and she shook hands with Cindy. Cindy was not a sore loser, and she graciously accepted that Maria was the better dancer.
Maria stepped off of you, checking her phone and taking several big gulps of water. You praised the heavens for your long break form torment, even though you knew it was impossible to reform before another girl stepped onto you. You stared up helplessly, watching as Cindy prepared to walk away and let another girl take her place.
Just then, Cindy dropped her phone, and it clattered to the ground right beside you. She swore under her breath, and bent down to retrieve her phone. As she picked up her phone, her eyes locked directly onto you, and she looked at you quizzically. Her eyes rose in confusion, and you could’ve sworn that she recognized you as a human being. Unfortunately, Cindy shook her head, and walked off out of sight.
You overheard an exchange between Maria and another girl in the crowd, and realized that the crowd had organized a challenge to try and defeat Maria. Maria had accepted the challenge, after the crowd promised she wouldn’t have to pay for the games she played. She stepped back into view, her black socks squashing your battered body once more. Hopes dashed, you resumed your mental sobs as the dancing continued.
For nearly five straight hours, Maria trampled and stomped all over you, dancing against girl after girl. The challengers never ceased, but Maria easily beat every single one of them. Over the course of the day, you had begun to feel your squishy body sticking to Maria’s dirty socks, only to stay on the dance pad at the last second. You knew if the dancing continued, you could end up plastered to Maria’s socks, which was a place you definitely did not want to be.
Another dance ended, and Maria remained on your body, unmoving. Once more, your gummy body started sticking to the strands of fabric on Maria’s socks, and you were unable to fight it. You heard Maria talking about how she was going to head home, and you knew that the next few seconds would determine your fate.  | Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
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