his idea, not mine and he was supposed to be Cuphead

Wiggle, wobble—my toes actually tap! One sudden twitch in this deep blue gloom, and click-clack, my feet found their rhythm! The ground underneath felt cool and steady. I swung both hands forward, popped up onto my tiptoes, and patted the surface behind me. A solid, muffled thump answered right back. I can bend, I can balance, and this quiet dark spot just became my very own dance floor!