Chapter 1 - Feasting on Despair

Asher tilted his head when Alito held up the piece of paper, all bloody and stuff. Asher grinned. Wow, they were really into this murder mystery thing. Asher wondered where they got all the blood. Maybe he fell and forgot something again. And they took some of his blood from falling down. Yeah, that was probably it. He wondered if other people like, cut their hand to contribute to the blood. Though, it was really weird because Penelope looked like she had cuts everywhere on her.

Asher looked at the corner of a piece of paper before his nose caught a whiff of something. What was the smell? He sniffed Alito. Nope. Then he remembered. The bacon. Asher quickly shot up and walked over to the bacon in his pan, and flipped it over. Mmmmmm... bacon. Now he was getting hungry again. Before he got sick because he ate too fast. But he was almost feeling like he should eat this bacon. No. The bacon was for Penelope. He had to remind himself of that.

"I wonder what that paper goes to," Asher stated, feeling like he might as well play along, and help them solve this so Penelope could wake up and eat fast. He walked over to the fridge and took out a bottle of orange juice, drinking it right from the bottle. He offered it to Alito. "Want some?" He might as well not be rude. Oh wait. Where were his manners? He grew up with manners, his parents taught him that. Asher shook his head and scolded himself. "I mean... would you care for some orange juice, sir?" Asher laughed, he sounded like the butler now. But that was what his parents taught him to do to the people he lived with. Even if he sounded dumb.