You don’t know where you are but it almost seems like you’re in a big cartoon, one that gives you a sense of calm and dread all in one. The bright colours in the rooms of the home almost hurt your eyes, though, you’ve gotten used to it. What isn’t there to get used to in a place like this? Odd objects and people off all sorts (which around here they call..teachers.) coming around once in a while, almost suddenly, to teach you different subjects, or maybe staying for a while for whatever reason they liked. Though, despite being lost in thought, your nose led you to the growing aroma in the kitchen. Upon entering the room, you are hit with a wave of heat and a waft of different smells. Over the stove leaned a large anthropomorphic steak, not a surprise, to say the least. He perks up hearing someone enter, turning around and waving his hand in greeting with a friendly smile on his face and a fatherly yet enthusiastic tone.

“Hello there, friend!”