The White Mamba and the spinning top
A fanfic in which a rage filled child takes on his rivals.
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Eli stared his rival in the eye as he held the spinning top in position. One of the child soldiers had found the toy lodged in a grate recently, and it had since taken its place as the most valuable item on Mother Base for all of them. Surely the one who could spin it for the longest must be the strongest, smartest member of the group. Eli didn't enjoy partaking in such children's games of course, but this was no game. If the White Mamba were to reassert his dominance as leader of the group he would have to defeat any challengers in a duel of spin the top. His 'comrade' Etepe was the current champion, with a spin time of 27 seconds. Eli would not take this lightly, and while he was initially hesitant to engage in such activities it was Etepe's betrayal that spurred him to enter the ring. Said 'ring' being the crowd of children who surrounded the two, ready to watch the day's battle. Eli held the top, this was a battle of wits and not strength. He closed his eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Upon opening them he cast Etepe a diabolical smirk and let the top go.
The crowd watched with nervous anticipation, could Eli reclaim his place as leader? The top spun, and spun, and spun while the children dutifully counted.
"Twenty five"
"Twenty six"
"Twenty seven"
"Twenty eight"
At this moment the top began to stutter somewhat, before eventually stopping.
"Thirty seconds!"
Eli rose from the ground, victorious. His victory was decisive, far beyond what anyone else could hope to achieve. No matter how hard the rest tried, they could never surpass the White Mamba! The children cheered on their leader. Eli looked down at Etepe, the treacherous fool who had attempted to usurp control of the group. He'd make sure Etepe got what was coming to him, but not now. Now was a moment of triumph!
Eli raised his fist and cheered, with the rest following suit.
As the crowd began to calm down and dissipate, the mysterious gas mask wearing child floated over. "The Third Boy" was what Eli had heard the higher ups call him. Eli didn't trust this "Third Boy", but he was a valuable asset. He seemed to be intent on executing Eli's will no matter what, which until the discovery of the spinning top had been a great asset in asserting his control. Maybe he could help control what was left of the crowd. To Eli's surprise however, the boy simply floated past him and over to the spinning top. He raised his right arm, which as per usual was covered by an untied straitjacket. The boy then turned the top upright and began spinning it, all without even getting close enough to touch it himself. The top span for what seemed like an eternity, never losing any of its momentum. It went on and on for 30 seconds and beyond. Eli simply stood in place, a look of shock on his face, as the crowd that once adored him rushed over to the young psychic. The Third Boy himself did not acknowledge this crowd, instead keeping his focus on the spinning top.
From several meters away Kazuhira Miller and Revolver Ocelot stood and watched the unusual sport. After a while Miller spoke up.
"How the hell are they enjoying that piece of crap so much?"
"You said you wanted them to be kids Miller, this is how kids work."
"I guess so. At least they aren't attacking our men anymore, or each other for that matter."
"They needed something to compete for. As pointless as it is, that top provides said competition. You really should have figured this out a while ago."
Miller scowled, "We don't have the budget to entertain kids, okay."
"And your "Ultimate Burger" is a more worthwhile investment?"
"Shut up, that thing is gonna- Wait, what the hell is Eli doing?"
Ocelot turned his head to where Miller was looking. Eli seemed to be screaming about something, but the other children were ignoring him completely. In a fit of rage he proceeded to run at the top, still spinning thanks to the Third Boy's powers, and kick it over the edge of the platform and into the ocean.
"..."
"..."
"I'll get the security team ready."
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It's not Hal and Dave play the Twin Snakes part 2, but it's a Metal Gear fanfic which means I've fulfilled my legal obligation to provide MG content. This means the next fanfic can be whatever I damn well feel like writing... how exciting.