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Matt awoke from his slumber to the sound of loud knocking on his bedroom door. He slowly opened his eyes, luckily, he had no windows. It was dark in his room, no adjusting needed. He could tell it was one of his dads, Gant, at the door. Matt rubbed his eyes and sighed as he begrudgingly got out of bed. No blankets were on his bed (he wasn't allowed any blankets) so there was no need to pull them off of himself. As he walked over, Gant knocked again.
"Dude, I'm coming," Matt yelled to the best of his ability. He had just woken up after all. Cautiously opening the door, he saw the big orange man in the doorway. He stared at the smaller man for a bit too long, though, Matt was used to this by now.
"Come on my boy! Breakfast is ready!" Gant clapped and quickly walked away. Okay, that was kinda weird, but everyone here is a bit strange. So it makes sense. Matt walked at an almost normal pace out of his bedroom and towards the dining table. Dahlia was sitting there, alone, on her phone. Where was Kristoph and Manfred?... Just as he thought that, Matt noticed those two climbing through a hole in the wall. He gave them a weird look, when they looked back, they gave him one in exchange.
"What is it? We're just going to church," Kristoph said, now looking back at the hole. Manfred nodded.
"So, like, you're escaping just to like, go to church, man?" He then realized this must be why they were always gone on Sundays. He never really thought about it tbh. Waking up this early was not the norm for him. "If you have this escape hole why don't you just like, escape for good, dude? I don't get it."
"Hah, of course you wouldn't get it. I wouldn't expect an atheist (derogatory) like you to understand." the blond man smirked. He then quickly disappeared into the hole with Manfred.
"Huh. Okay, then" the atheist shrugged and went to grab some choccy milk. He can't have breakfast, or any meal, rather without some delicious, decadent, choccy milk. He opened the fridge…to find no choccy milk. No choccy milk?! What is he supposed to drink now?!?! He ran over to the table where Dahlia was sitting.
"Dude, where the heck is my choccy milk?!" the very freaked out man yelled. "I swear I like, had more!"
"Oh I don't know… Maybe someo- ...What the fuck are you wearing?" Dahlia tried to hold back a laugh.
"W-what are you even like, talking about? Aren't these my normal clothes?!" he said, a little bit too loudly.
"Wait wait wait, let me get a picture," the girl said, struggling to not laugh. She snapped a picture before Matt could react. "Oh man, everyone's gonna love this."
"Love what?! Dude, what is it?!" Dahlia showed him the picture, careful to keep the phone out of the man's reach. Oh my god. He still had his cat ears on from last night. He forgot to take them off… "Oh my goodness, please like, delete that right now, man!! I can't have more people seeing this!!!" the catboy shouted while ripping the ears off his head.
"Mmmm.. No. I'm keeping this picture." the redhead smiled, evilly. She put her phone away.
Matt just chuckled. "Well, if you don't listen… I'll just have to kill you!" He pushed the hair out of his face, revealing his scarred eye. "So, gonna delete it now? You know what happens if you don't." he said, not intimidating at all.
"Do you really think I'm gonna be scared by that? You haven't actually killed anyone, you know." Dahlia just looked at him. Totally unphased.
"W-w- B- WHY DON'T YOU J-JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP?!" the unintimidating man ran back to his room, crying. He slammed the door and slumped against it. Oh shit, he forgot his cat ears at the table.