Location prompts: Movie Theater or Arcade
I did Arcade for you, I hope you like it :D
“That guy’s been playing Pacman forever,” Leslie groaned as she slumped against the nearby table. “It’s not fair, I want to play.”
“He was here first,” Ann reminded her. “Let’s go watch Mark play instead.”
Ann led her friend over to where Mark was playing some sort of fighting game that Leslie didn’t care for. He kept shouting loudly as he won.
“Yes!” he cheered loudly over his most recent victory. He stepped away from the machine and wrapped his arm around Ann.
“What’s up, Knope?” Mark asked, “you worrying about that haunted arcade game or something?”
“What haunted arcade game?” Ann asked, and Mark grinned.
“Leslie was getting freaked out in class earlier after I told her about this arcade game,” Mark explained, and Leslie squirmed. “Men in black suits hooked up this machine in arcades all over America for some sort of government research project. But kids that play it start suffering from nightmares and hallucinations. They can’t stop puking because the nightmares are so vivid and gory. Until suddenly… they die!”
“Stop it!” Leslie cried, covering her ears and scuttled away to take shelter by the Pacman machine again.
She smoothed out her dress and half expected Ann to follow her. But as she looked back at, she could see Ann making out with Mark.
So much for always having her back.
Leslie wiped her eyes on the back of her hand and leaned against the machine, hoping that stupid jerkface, who was still playing, would finish his turn soon.
“You know it’s not true,”
Leslie jumped at the voice. Stupid jerkface was talking to her. She straightened up and took a good look at him. He had wild brown hair, and slight bags under his eyes. Probably caused from hours of playing at the arcade.
“The haunted arcade game. It’s not true. It’s a stupid rumour that goes around basically every school. I used to live in Minnesota and I heard that rumour. I heard that someone’s brother died from the machine, and I was pretty freaked out too. Until we saw said brother a few weeks later, walking around, perfectly healthy.”
He explained this all while not taking his eyes off the game. The tiny Pacman character evaded the coloured ghosts with the flick and twist of his wrist. Leslie was captivated by the movements.
Finally, he got trapped, and it was game over. He swore under his breath, and finally straightened up, allowing Leslie to finally get a proper look at him.
He was taller than her by at least a head and was wearing a Star Wars shirt. Leslie was surprised he was playing Pacman, she thought he might be more interested in Space Invaders.
“You want a go?” he asked. “I’ve noticed you waiting by the machine all night… and complaining.”
Leslie huffed loudly. “I wouldn’t have complained if you weren’t taking so long!”
“What I can say,” the boy shrugged. “I’m good at this game.”
He stepped aside, allowing Leslie to slide her coin in and start up the game.
“I’m Ben, by the way,” he said.
“Leslie,” she grinned back.
Within seconds, Leslie received her first game over, and growled under her breath. She was usually better than this, but those ghosts had it out for her.
“Want me to help?” Ben asked, refusing to leave the machine, or her side.
“Well, I mean you are such an expert,” Leslie chided, and Ben chuckled.
“Alright, I’ll see if I can help out,” Ben said, leaning over Leslie’s shoulder and making her shiver ever so slightly.
“Maybe after this we can go get a slurpee?” Ben asked, and Leslie quickly nodded.
“Yeah, that sounds great. But I want at least a good three turns on this first.”
Ben wrapped an arm around her. “You got it.”
