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This is in celebration of the upcoming Dance Central game, about to be released on the Oculus VR system. The upcoming game takes place several months after Mo barely made it through a harsh, violent breakup with his longtime friend-turned-boyfriend, Maccoy. This piece will eventually reveal why Coy's absent from the new game.

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"How is he? Any better than before?"

Glitch bit his bottom lip, head bowed, mind reeling with possibile responses-none of them any good. The last couple of hours had been filled with his friend's smile, but behind the smile boiled a world full of hurt. It was easy for his friend, his partner, to appear without even the tiniest crack in his ethereal appearance, but the memories he had been carrying around for far too long were a plague. Mo had about a thousand bags on his shoulders, and Glitch couldn't grab a hold of even a single one. Driving a knife through his chest would have been better than admitting that to anyone, but it couldn't be helped.

He took a step towards Hart, mind reeling. Heart racing. "A little, I guess," he replied, not at all confident in where the conversation was going. It was true-Mo had made some progress. But that was just the problem. It wasn't enough to really matter. The sun had finally emerged, but there were still far too many clouds. Far too many unknowns in a smile that should have been pristine, free of pain and worry. "He's back out on the floor," Glitch continued, searching, searching, frantically searching for even a glimmer of light.

"But somethin's different. It ain't the way it used to be."

She folded her arms, the one that had just woven her way into Mo's life a few weeks ago. Hart hadn't known Mo long at all, but fit into his life like the perfect glove. It was easy to overlook her being brutally blunt at times, because in the end, they all had the same goal: protect a certain someone's smile. It was as though Mo was fated to meet her. Just as he must've been fated to meet Glitch and Emilia. Oblio.

Coy.

Thinking of one behind obsidian, stormy memories, Hart spoke in a voice made of mist. Of torrents and a night that never should have happened. They were in Blues Park, a haven dotted with the greenest of trees and widest of fields. Just a few minutes away from their club. But Hart had a way about her that made everything around her fall into nothingness. She was all there was in their corner of the universe. "Of course it's not the way it used to be," she replied, her iciness not going towards Glitch but towards the one behind Mo's inner turmoil.

"It's not the way it SHOULD be. I know even less than you do about what happened between the two of them, but I can tell you that the damage won't be undone overnight. I've seen it before, someone hurting, trying to hide the unimaginable behind a smile. And even though time passes, it still remains the same. The hurt. The words exchanged. Things that never should have been said, but were unleashed in torrential downpours."

Mo's partner chuckled, eyes twinkling like the rain about to fall. "Sounds like Obi's rubbin' off on ya. Makes sense, I guess. The two of ya have been pretty chummy lately."

Hart had only been a part of their lives, a part of Dance Central, for a short while. But Glitch knew her enough to decipher the look in her eyes. She appeared to be cold and unreadable, but there was a faint glimmer in her eyes. Something bright and magical. "He's been saying things," she admitted, not only to her new friend, but to herself. She faced the horizon, eyes distant but close and warm at the same time.

"Things like 'time threatens to break the one made of stardust'. And 'the one made of the moon has been drenched in shadow's song'. I think-no, I know he's talking about Mo. He knows more than the two of us put together, when it comes to what happened between those two. But he's not one to step out of line."

Being suspended in mid-air wasn't a feeling Glitch enjoyed-but it was one he was trapped with. Should he be angry? Sad? Frustrated? Should he hunt down Maccoy and beat him within an inch of his life, or should he just break down and cry? Maybe it would've been best to just go with everything, all at once. Too much to think about, too much to consider. One thing was certain, though. No matter how many mountains there were, no matter how high they all were, Mo's partner-in-crime would move them all. There was just one little hurdle to clear, first.

"Need ya to do me a favor. Lemme into the club."

"Done."

A gasp popped out of Glitch's mouth. Before he could voice his astonishment, however, Hart quickly stepped in, as nimble as a lion. "The rules are meant to be broken this time," she cut him off, shaking her head. He expected a world of opposition, only to receive not even a 'no'. Talk about surprises. Especially when she was so quick to turn him away from the club when they first met.

"Mo's participating in the upcoming tournament, right? He'll need you. You're really the only one that can break him out of his funk."

Hart smiled at her new friend's reactions-and when she smiled, she meant it. Heartily. A smile wasn't something anyone could get out of her, at any old time. "You know I was just doing my job," she chided him, playfully punching him in the shoulder. "Can't let runts like you get into fifty shades of trouble. The thing is, you're a hell of a lot more mature than every runt your age. You've even got a few men beat in spades. So no worries. If you go down, I'll go down with you."

Glitch's eyes lit up like fireflies. Ever since Emilia's sparring buddy had turned him away from Dance Central, he had been supporting the club from behind the scenes. Electronics, clubboards, deejay technology...whatever the club needed, he was behind it. But with a pretty hefty tournament on the horizon, and with Mo wanting to be in it, the very same one that kicked him fifty yards out of the club gave him a free pass. It was just as Oblio said: 'life can change with just the flutter of a gentle beat'. Or something along those lines. "Emi won't mind, I'm sure," Hart went on, breaking Glitch out of his thoughts.

"She was surprised when I told her what happened with you, anyway. And what Oblio's been saying...about Mo...I can't seem to get it out of my mind."

It was just in a few days, the tournament Mo wanted to participate in. It would be his first tournament in months. But with Oblio's words, and Hart's urgency, it wasn't an easy thing to celebrate. Too many dark clouds surrounded what should have been a cause of relief. Before he could give a voice to thoughts he couldn't even decipher, to feelings that betrayed words, a familiar ringtone went off.

Glitch exchanged urgent glances with Hart. That ringtone was-

"Emi? What's up?"

Hart watched as her friend's face turned pale. His voice became frantic, hurried, as though he had to escape an oncoming vortex. Once he ended the conversation, he turned to her and put an end to her confusion.

"It's him. We gotta get back to the club, now."