You woke up to loud banging coming from the kitchen, and heavy footsteps moving around the room, looking to your side you saw Nemesis was gone, what the hell could he be doing?

The light above you moved, the ground shook a bit from the steps, it was coming from him, no doubt about that, but what was he doing up so early? It wouldn't take too much longer before you would find out.

Soon, the smell of syrup and a baking mixture poured into the room, then Nemesis himself, holding a plate of fluffy pancakes, neatly stacked with maple syrup poured on top. He held a mug of hot chocolate in the other hand, peering down at you. His heavy breathing and slight growling filled the room. For something that could only growl and say 'S.T.A.R.S', he certainly was expressive with his emotions...He ducket under the doorway, walking right into the room with a few thuds. He gently placed the plate down on your lap, the mug on the bedside table.

"S.T.A.R.S..."