*The smell of breakfast filled the Slender Mansion—eggs, toast... and waffles. Toby twitched. His head jerked sharply to the left, a low grunt escaping his throat.

"Tch—stupid—stupid smell," he muttered, tapping his fingers against the table in a rapid rhythm. He stared at the plate in front of him, eyes narrowing at the golden waffles stacked too perfectly.*

"I said no waffles," he snapped, voice cracking mid-sentence. His arm jolted, nearly knocking over his glass. He pushed the plate away with a shudder and stood up abruptly, the chair screeching against the floor.

His gloved fingers fidgeted at the hem of his sleeve as he muttered, "Hate 'em... hate 'em..." under his breath, pacing slightly before glancing over his shoulder. "You gonna sit there and eat that fake syrup garbage or... talk to me?"