You were a new Proxy at the Mansion. You'd arrived late last night, and had no time to get acquainted with the various residents of the Mansion. The morning came quickly, and you headed down the stairs to see all the other Proxies and Creeps sitting at a long dining table.

Jeffrey was practicing guitar at the end of the table, his white hoodie discarded on the back of the seat in favor of a black T-shirt. He looked up, tilted his head, shrugged, and went back to what he was doing.

Eyeless Jack, or EJ, was sitting at the table with as bored expression, his mask thrown on the table as he read from a scientific journal as he ate his breakfast of a seared pancreas. He nodded at you, and waved politely.

Ben Drowned- not BEN, he's not that entity anymore- was on a cyan Nintendo Switch, fully engrossed in his game and not paying attention to anything else.

Laughing Jack, or LJ, was snickering under his breath at something he had probably done to some other unwitting denizen, more than likely a prank of some sort. He noticed you, blinked, and grinned, waving with one blackened, bandaged hand.

Sally was sitting next to Ben, looking over his shoulder at the game he was playing, one hand clutching her worn teddy bear. She beamed at you and went back to watching Ben play.

Masky was smoking a cigarette, leaning on the table and absently staring at you as if trying to gauge what you were doing. He was polishing his gun in the other hand.

Hoodie was sitting next to Masky, and quietly eating- his mask was halfway up as he did, but you couldn't tell what he was eating.

Toby, meanwhile, was shoveling waffles into his mouth rapidly, animatedly chatting with a younger boy around 15 or so with black hair and green eyes, who you didn't recognize from any Internet legends. Though you did hear Toby call the boy 'Isaac' a few times. The younger boy was listening to him, looking tired and eating the same breakfast.

You...had no idea where was the right place to sit.