It was late in the evening when Feitan and Hisoka arrived at the arcade in the car that they had stolen. Hisoka reached over to unbuckle his seatbelt, but alas, it appeared to be stuck! He started panicking because he secretly had really bad claustrophobia. However, he didn't want to bother Feitan and embarrass himself by asking for help, so he grabbed the seat belt and pulled on it as hard as he could until it ripped in half and he was free. He looked out the window and saw that Feitan was already walking through the front doors and into the building. Hisoka punched through the window and crawled out, racing to catch up with Feitan.
When they entered the building side by side, a man wearing the standard arcade employee uniform greeted them. His name tag read "GING" in all caps. "Yo," he said, not looking up from his National Enquirer magazine. But before they could greet him back, a louder voice spoke up from further in the building.
"GING," it said in all caps. "YOU BETTER NOT BE SLACKING OFF AGAIN. I'LL KILL YOU."
Ging panicked and dropped his magazine onto the floor, where he kicked it away. It skittered across the floor just as a really large, muscular dude approached them.
"I am Gon-san."he said, looking at the magazine across the floor, then at Ging. "Were you reading on the job again?"
"PFFT," Ging said. "Me? I can't read."
However, Gon-san didn't accept that excuse and grabbed Ging by the back of his shirt and violently dragged him towards the back room once again.
"We don't have time for this," Feitan said over the sound of Ging's screams. He began to look around for the nearest Dance Dance Revolution machine. He spotted it in the far corner of the room and headed over to it, motioning for Hisoka to follow behind him.
When they got over to the machine, they were surprised to find two kids already using it. They recognized them both as Kalluto and Kortopi. Feitan reached down and unplugged the machine from the wall, turning to face the two.
"What the FUCK," Kalluto shouted. Kortopi just looked disappointed. He rarely ever got to stay out past his bedtime, and he'd been having a blast with Kalluto at the arcade.
"We need to take this machine," Feitan informed them. "Go away."
Kalluto grimaced and began to pull Kortopi away to play a different game when Hisoka spoke up.
"Not so fast!" he yelled, pointing at Kortopi. "You're out past your bedtime."
Kortopi made an expression but nobody could see what it was. "Fuck off Hisoka you're not my mom."
Hisoka wasn't going to stand for this. He'd seen what happened to Kortopi when he was allowed to stay awake past his bedtime of 8:30. It was wild and not something he ever wanted to experience again. He picked Kortopi up and tucked him under his arm and ran back to the car, locked him in the backseat and ran back inside. When he returned, he saw Feitan already halfway to the front door, carrying the machine on his back. He was impressed.
"Woah, good job buddy," Hisoka said, slapping Feitan on the back in congratulations. He realized this was a bad idea when Feitan let out a strangled noise and fell to the floor. The machine was crushing him.
"HISOKA" Feitan yelled. Hisoka was kind of scared because he sounded really angry and he remembered what happened the last time he made Feitan angry. He didn't want that to happen again, so he quickly lifted the machine off of Feitan and threw it towards the door. Feitan stood up, seemingly seething with rage, but he pushed past Hisoka and went to go move the machine to the car.
When that was done, the pair looked over the vehicle, trying to figure out how to transport it back to the HQ. Hisoka suggested that they could probably bribe Kortopi and Kalluto to haul it back for them. Feitan said that wasn't going to work because they didn't have any money. Eventually, they settled on setting it on top of the car and just driving really slowly on the backstreets of the city. It fell off a few times, but they quickly got out and set it back on top again.
When they got back to the troupe hideout, the first thing they did was put Kortopi to bed. He was the only member who got an actual bed, so they tucked him in and even read him a bedtime story. But alas, the rest of the troupe was anxious to see the new game.
They shoved the machine off the top of the car and it landed on the ground with a thud. This time, Uvo offered to carry it inside for them because he was stronger than the both of them combined. When they all returned inside, Uvo dropped the machine on the ground. Hisoka and Feitan looked towards Chrollo for some kind of thanks or appreciation. However, Chrollo's eyes were fixed on the machine before them. He was busy admiring how the moonlight coming through the hole in the roof glistened off the surface. He launched himself off of the platform without a word and landed on the machine. He then began to dance. The best, most coordinated and most dazzling dance any of the troupe members had ever seen. It truly was a sight to behold.
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Back at the arcade, Gon-san was doing his last security round before closing up for the night when he noticed a strikingly evident empty space where his favorite Dance Dance Revolution game should have been. Funny, he thought to himself. It was there before Ging's last shift. This could only mean one thing.
"GING." he said, not taking his eyes off the floor where the machine was supposed to be.
Ging had been in the middle of a nap, and awoke, terrified. He removed the magazine from where it rested on his face and stood up off the floor, nervously making his way over to his boss.
"...Yeah?" he responded, warily.
"Where were you?" Gon-san asked him, still staring intensely at the floor. He was ANGRY. That game had been his pride and joy. No one had ever beaten his high score.
"What do you--"
"YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. YOU WERE ASLEEP WEREN'T YOU. LIKE ALWAYS. GING."
With that, he grabbed Ging by the front of his shirt and lifted him high into the air. Ging tried weakly to pry the hands from his shirt, but to no avail. "H-hey now, think about what you're doing! I swear it won't happen again!"
"OF COURSE IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN. THE MACHINE IS GONE. AND IT'S NEVER COMING BACK."
Ging gulped and braced himself for the punches.
