Liu awoke to the smell of an incredibly pleasant aroma. Sitting up from his spot on the couch, the dog sniffed the air. He could smell meat cooking and…something else. This foreign smell intrigued him, so he crawled from his bed, and followed his nose.
The delectable smell brought him into the kitchen, where he saw L.J making something in a skillet. The clown looked down at the feral boy that had wandered in, and smiled at him.
“Well good morning, sleepy head! I hope you had a good rest.” L.J said cheerfully. Liu nodded. He did have a very good sleep. The couch was so soft and comfortable. It definitely beat sleeping on solid stone surrounded by past meals.
“I’m happy to hear it! Well, breakfast’s almost ready, so can you go get the others?” L.J asked. Liu barked in a way that sounded like agreement, and trotted up the stairs.
He wasn’t entirely sure which door belonged to who, so he just decided to try them all. He approached one, and pushed on it. It didn’t open. Liu frowned in confusion. How was he supposed to open it? That’s when he noticed a strange round thing coming out of the door.
He figured that would open it, so he reached for it. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get a good grip on it. His paws weren’t built for this kind of thing, and he didn’t know how to turn it. Out of frustration, he abandoned trying to open the door, and instead decided to just bang on it with his fist until he heard the door open.
A very annoyed looking Eyeless Jack came out maskless, with nothing but his pajama pants on. He glared down at Liu with dripping sockets.
“What?” He snapped. Liu began to awkwardly pantomime the action of going and eating breakfast. After a few minutes of blank staring, he finally got it.
“Oh, breakfast. Okay, we’ll be down in a minute.” E.J said. From behind him, Liu could see Ben laying on his stomach on the bed, doing something that involved lights, and beeping noises.
After that, he just went from door to door, banging on each one, until each inhabitant came out, and learned that breakfast was on the table. Finally he came to the last door, and knocked. This time, Jeff came out, but only after a few more knocks. He looked exhausted, pressed against the doorframe, staring out at nothing with his mouth slightly open. When his eyes slid down and noticed Liu, he smiled tiredly at him.
“Hey, buddy. What’s up?” He asked, beginning his sentence with a yawn. Liu gave a worried whimper.
“Hmmm? Oh, it’s okay. I just didn’t sleep real well last night.” Jeff said, eyes starting to glaze with sleep deprivation. Liu then began to awkwardly pantomime again, trying to tell him that breakfast was ready. Jeff gave him the vacant, dead look of a zombie, before he finally got it.
“Oh, breakfast! Okay, I’ll be down in a minute.” Jeff said. Liu just smiled, and went back downstairs.
By that time, L.J had finished cooking, and Liu could smell the prepared food. His mouth watered at the delightful smells wafting in from the kitchen. Liu scampered into the kitchen, and saw L.J putting strips of meat on several plates, along with round, white things, and stacks of flat, brown, round things. The brown things had a very sweet smell to them, which made Liu very curious, as well as incredibly hungry. L.J saw him, and smiled. Liu proceeded to pantomime that he’d gotten everyone up, and that they were on their way downstairs.
“Great! I’ll get your plate ready, so take a seat.” L.J said. Liu nodded, and lept onto one of the chairs, amazing L.J with the fact that the chair didn’t topple over. Liu perched on the chair, watching L.J put food on his plate.
“Now, you’ll have to wait for the others to get here.” L.J said, and set a plate with one of everything that he’d cooked. Liu was a bit miffed that he wasn’t allowed to eat, but still obeyed.
Luckily for him, it wasn’t long until the other members of the household started coming downstairs. The table was almost completely full of people, when Liu and L.J noticed that Jeff wasn’t there. L.J was about to go and see what was taking his killer so long, when Jeff stumbled into the kitchen, and sat in the available seat next to Liu.
Ben turned to Jeff, and saw how exhausted he looked.
“Jesus, what’s wrong with your face?” Ben asked, grinning. Jeff growled, picked up a spoon, and shot part of a sausage right at Ben’s face. The elf glared at him, and reached for his own silverware. The sound of Slendy clearing his throat was the only thing that kept a food war from breaking out at the breakfast table. Both boys just resumed sitting in their places, glaring at each other. Liu just breathed a sigh of relief.
“But seriously, Jeffy, honey, you look exhausted. Didn’t you get much sleep?” L.J asked. Jeff sighed.
“No, not really. I…had a lot on my mind.” He said, looking at Liu, who looked away guiltily. L.J understood, and just looked back at the meal, cleared his throat, and declared that they could eat.
L.J had just barely said the last word of his sentence when Liu suddenly started gulping down half of his plate, shoveling food into his mouth with his bare hands. The entire table was staring at him with a mixture of fright, surprise, and disgust. Liu only slowed down when he caught their nauseated expressions, and returned them with a look of, “what?”
“Try to go slower on your food, Liu.” Jeff advised.
“And please use the silverware.” Masky chimed in, looking at him in disgust. Liu gave him a vacant look that told him that he had no idea what he was talking about. Masky sighed, and decided to show him what he meant, by picking up a fork, stabbing it into part of his pancake, cutting it off, and eating it, all in an exaggerated way so that he could understand.
Liu kind of got it, and after locating the correct silverware, he clutched both in his fists, and attempted to do what Masky had showed him. As expected, all that resulted from it was a mess, and the chunk of pancake that he had attempted to eat wound up on the floor.
Masky face palmed, Ben giggled, L.J patted a very disheartened Liu on the back for his effort, and Jeff glared at Ben in murderous hatred until the elf went silent again.
“It’s okay, you’ll get it.” L.J said, which prompted a very happy, lopsided smile from Liu. Jeff grinned at his baby brother, and patted him on the head.
“With practice. You’ll see, you’ll get better, so long as you practice.” Jeff said encouragingly.
After breakfast, Jeff and L.J were helping Masky and Hoody clean up, while Liu just wandered around the living room.
“So which one of you’re going to be the one to teach the dog table manners?” Hoody asked. Jeff snarled at him, and turned to make sure Liu hadn’t heard him. Thankfully, it didn’t appear that he had, since he was now just sitting on the floor, staring at the wall.
“Don’t call him that!” Jeff hissed at Hoody. Even Masky gave him a disapproving look.
“Like Jeff said, he’ll learn. We just have to be patient with him.” Masky said, surprising Jeff a bit with how supportive he was being. Hoody sighed.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He said. However, at that moment, he looked up at Liu, and noticed that he still wasn’t moving from his position in front of the wall.
“Hey, you okay?” Hoody asked. Masky, Jeff, and L.J all looked at Liu, but the boy did nothing. Suddenly, they noticed a puddle of urine leaking out from his pants.
“Oh God!” Hoody screamed, startling Liu. Jeff immediately ran over, grabbed his brother, and carried him off to the bathroom. Masky and L.J grabbed paper towels and carpet cleaner, and started to clean up the mess.
“So, he just needs time, right?” Hoody asked. Masky sighed.
“Yes, a lot of time. And patience.”
In the bathroom, Jeff had instructed Liu to remove his clothes and get in the bath. Now the feral boy was washing himself off, whimpering to try and apologize for what Jeff was so mad about.
“You can’t just pee wherever you want, Liu! Look, next time, if you need to go, use the toilet!” Jeff instructed, pointing at the toilet bowl located near the shower. Liu looked at it in confusion. That’s what that was? He just assumed that it was a really weird chair or fancy drinking bowl or something. He didn’t know it was something you peed into.
Liu looked at Jeff in surprise, and the killer understood that his little brother honestly had no idea how the fuck a toilet worked. Sighing, Jeff went over to the toilet.
“Okay, since you can’t stand up, this is how you would use it: you lift up the lid, but keep the actual seat part down, sit on it, and just pee into the bowl.” Jeff instructed. Liu tried to absorb it. This new world sure did have a lot of rules. It was going to be a challenge to learn them all.
Jeff, however, was getting slightly discouraged. Having Liu remember things was going to be exactly like teaching an infant.
“Oh well,” he thought, “like Masky said, he’ll learn. He’ll learn.”