Matthew stared at his reflection in the mirror. Sticking up from his hair were two large rabbit ears, the same color, texture, and material as the rabbit doll. He twitched them, lowered them, raised them. The ears behaved as though they were actually attached to his skull.

Matthew pulled up his hood to hide the ears, stepping out of the bathroom.

He passed by his room, noticing something laying on his bed. Upon further investigation, it was a handmade flashlight.

Hey, techie. It's Norman. Pancho asked me to get this to you. My stepsister Sammy helped me make it. She put a stone in it for some odd reason. I don't know what it is, but it has a big hole in it. Anyways, enjoy your flashlight.

-Norman

Matthew picked up the flashlight and put it in his bag.

"Pit, I'm going out." He yelled.

"And where the hell are you going?" Pit replied from the kitchen.

"I told you, out."

The older man appeared in the kitchen door frame. "Is that nasty dysphoria bothering you?" He pointed to the oversized hoodie Matthew stole from Ollie.

"Matthew Trappe, give me back my hoodie!" Ollie thundered down the stairs, grabbing the back of the purple hoodie Matthew wore.

"Oleander!" Pit scolded. "Don't grab your brother like that!"

"Why do you care, Dad?" Ollie let go, exhausted. "Matt's not even your son."

Matthew winced. He always hated it when someone pointed out that he really didn't belong with Pit's family. It's not like he had a say in who his real father was. His mother should have realized there would be consequences when she cheated on Pit for whoever Matthew's real dad was. Realized the consequences of leaving her then daughter in the Canadian woods to die alone.

"Oleander." Pit hit him in the back of the head. "You know better than that!"

"Fine, fine." Ollie rolled his eyes, going back up the stairs.

"You have work today, you know." Pit reminded him.

Four loud groans from upstairs.

That's right. Pit's small cafe was open from Monday through Friday, and of course his kids were workers there. The pay was good, and the work was alright. Since Matthew could not cook at all, seeing as he lit himself on fire with pancake batter and bacon grease one time, he was pretty much always at the cash register.

"Matthew, you can wear that hoodie if you want if you're more comfortable. The rest of you..." Pit went up the stairs, yelling at the others, "Uniforms on, boys!"

"Come on, gents, let's go! The more money we make, the more mayhem we can afford!" That was Ollie rallying his twins.

"I call cake pop duty!" Vincent hollered.

"Not fair, Vinny, you had it last week!" Flay came down the stairs, his bronze colored collared shirt on.

"Two, where's my super suit?" Will called from upstairs.

"Fuck you, Three, that's my super suit!" There was the sound of someone getting slapped across the face.

"Daaaaad, One hit me!"

"Shut up, Three!"