New life (Creepypasta Fan Fiction)

Walffles

I wake up to the sound of Elijah laughing weird. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask sitting up.

"Everything. Waffles." He says. I let out a small laugh. "Everything?" I question, like leaning off the bed.

"Okay, maybe not everything." He assures. I roll my eyes. "I'm hungry." I turn my head twords the door. "Let's go get food." I stand up, not even brushing my hair and changing my blood stained clothes, and walk out the door.

"Where you going?" He says. "I told you already. I'm hungry." I walk down the long staircase and into, what I'm assuming, the kitchen.

I see Eyeless Jack and Ticci Toby at the counter. "WALFFLES!" Elijah yells and runs infront of me. I put my face in the palm of my hand. "Dummy." I mumble.

Toby picks up the plate of half eaten walffles out of Elijah's reach. "My walffles." Toby says. I laugh. Eli crosses his arms and walks next to me. "I want walffles." Eli mumbles.

"They weren't yours, da." I say. "I want walffles, da." He says. "Da." I repeat. We have this argument a lot more than we need to.

"What can we eat?" I question. EJ shrugs and leaves the room. "Toby?" I face him. "Not my walffles." He eats a few more pieces.

I turn out of the room. "I'm still hungry." I complain. Jane walks down the stairs. "What can we eat?" I say, walking up to her. "Cheesecake?" She suggests. I look at Eli and shrug. "As long as I can eat, I'm fine." I turn back into the kitchen and to the fridge. I get out the cheesecake and a knife. "Want some?" I ask Elijah. He nods. "Here." I put a small piece in his hand. I hear Toby laughing behind us.

"Where's the plates?" I ask. He stands up and put his, now empty, plate in the sink. "Looks like you got it." He assures and leaves the room.

"Looks like I have to find them myself." I turn and open every cabnit until I find a plate. "Here they are." I say. I pull down one plate for myself.

I cut another piece of cheesecake and put it on my plate. "I think you got it." I tell Eli.

"I-I don't want to eat my food like this." He says.

"If you don't stop waving your arms all over the place, you'll be able to finish without a plate." He glares at me and takes a bite.

We finish and I put my plate and fork in the sink. Eli just ate with his hands. "Now was that so hard?" I laugh. "Yes, actually, it was. I didn't even have a fork."

"You lived." I walk up to our room and get on my phone