𝙊𝙉𝙀 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝘿 𝙉𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏

Shuffle Kid's Debut

As Francis walked back through the house while adjusting the under strap of his mask, he heard the remixed music coming from the DJ booth outside. He didn't know if the seventh match had just finished or was still underway, but he hurried to find out. As he opened the sliding glass door, the music strikes his ears. 

"Voting is closed! And the winner of match seven with a total of 70% of the votes... Ariel!" The DJ announces, cheers erupting from the crowd. 

As Francis navigated his way back through the crowds, he gazed up at the video feed, watching as party goers once again clearing the dance floor. He lets out a sigh of relief as he was glad that he was just in time for his match. He pushed his way back through the crowd, some party goers tapping his mask and complimenting it as he passed through. Finally making his way back through, he finds himself standing in a random spot in the crowd. He scans around, locating Sullivan and Drake across the dance floor just as they spot him. He observed them, watching them take sighs of relief. 

Francis took in one final deep breath, mentally preparing for his first dance battle. 

The DJ then leans back into his microphone. "Alright, party freaks, time for the final match for round one!" He says, the crowd letting out another round of applause. "As for our dancers, we have Reggie versus The Basketball Shuffle Kid!" 

Francis let out an exhale, stepping out onto the dance floor. After a moment of murmurs from the crowd, it suddenly explodes with jubilance, realizing that the esteemed yet still unknown Shuffle Kid had revealed himself.

As he walked out, he heard the exclamations of pure excitement from the crowd as he took in another deep breath and right faced on his feet, turning to face his opponent which was an anthro canine, dressed in the uniform of one of Party Pat's goons. Francis scanned around the crowd, seeing many of the party goers had taken out their phones to record the battle for themselves and even waving to him.  

Then, the instrumental of an up-tempo trance-style track began to play, once again slowly building up to the main beat. 

"Contestant one, your time begins once the beat drops." The DJ says, letting the track continue its build up. 

Francis simply stood in place as he watched his opponent bob his body to the music. Then, the beat of the song began. His opponent jumped up, beginning with a shuffle routine as cheers erupted from the crowd. Francis knew his opponent possibly already knew his true identity and what he was capable of. He studied the movements of his opponent carefully.

Suddenly, the first thirty seconds were up. "Contestant two!" The DJ says. 

To begin his routine, Francis spun around a few times on his heels before stopping to face his opponent, breaking out into his own swing shuffle dance routine, the crowd roaring with cheers as Francis started his turn. As he danced, he realized he was only seconds away from the bass drop. His opponent crosses his arms as he watched him, almost seeming unimpressed by the display.

But just before the bass drop, Francis perfectly lands firmly on his feet and removes his hands from out his jacket pockets, looking to his opponent. Then, as the bass drops, Francis breaks out in a jumpstyle routine, sending the crowd into a frenzy. 

Drake and Sullivan watch their friend dance in utter disbelief, never realizing he was capable of such an incredibly outlandish style. 

As Francis continued the jumpstyle routine, he had felt an incredible sense of liberation overtaking him. He found himself inside a moment he never thought he would be in. It excited him beyond belief and any fear or insecurity he might have had was expelled from his mind completely. Before he realized it, the time for his turn had passed.