Mechanical Soul (Creepypasta Oc Story)

Introduction: Mechablade Slasher

Laken Hurley was a normal teenager. Of course she was a little different from the rest of the girls you usually see everyday. She always had a fascination with music boxes and carpentry since she was little, she still remembered that day from when she was small as if it happened yesterday.
It was a beautiful day, birds were singing, flowers were blooming, and a young toddler, sporting a cute little watermelon paterned dress, awaited her father's return from work. As she held her soft tattered plush stingray, she faintly heard the front door open, sprinting to the doorway and slowly, cheerily, prodded her head around the corner, her eyes lit up in surprise. Her father, in his sweat patched clothes, was slipping his shoes off at the front door setting them on the shoe rack conveniently located near the doorway. She bolted from her current place, squealing as she did, and leaped into the loving man's open arms, him spinning her around and tossing her into the air lightly. "Daddy! I missed you! Why you taked so long?" She giggled, struggling to get the words out her mouth. The raven-haired man beamed with pure joy at his small coral-haired daughter. "I missed you too, Sweetie! And it's 'what took you so long' not 'taked'..." He let out a hardy chuckle as he gently set her down, leading her out to his truck in the driveway. Laken grabbed his hand and skipped along to his back seat, but puffed her cheeks up in annoyance. "Daddy! I can't see!" She waited for her dad to turn around, shocked to see a beautiful yet old beat up looking music box made out of a gorgeous hickory wood. She gasped in adoration at the replacement parts for the restoration of the music box. Her father handed her the small box and grabbed the extra parts, beckoning her to follow him to the work shed in the back yard. She gleamed, running after her favorite person in the whole world.
She later decided to start restoring old music boxes, and building things as a hobby. She had other hobbies besides that though... she loved singing, drawing, and nature. She would always sing as she worked and it all came from a love of music since she was two years old.
Laken was an only child, and didn't always stay out of trouble. She lived with her mom and dad in a peaceful little neighborhood near the woods. Her mother didn't always approve of Laken's hobbies with carpentry and such, always thinking it was useless, that a lady belongs in the house. Laken hated that idea. Her mother was always so lady-like, wereas Laken wore torn jeans and raggedy old flannel shirts over a tank top.
Her father was always encouraging, telling her she could succeed in anything she wanted if she put her mind to it. He was a great father to be honest, but what did you expect for an only child...
One day, her mother was fed up with Laken's music boxes out in the shed, always fussing about how they take up too much room. So she took a match, gasoline, and the music boxes, and burned them. Laken was furious with her mother, as she started to lecture her again about how she should be acting, and suddenly, Laken snapped.
She ran into her shed and grabbed a machete that her father had given her for her 15th birthday. She walked back into the house with machete in hand, jaggedly hacking at her mother's neck as the blade was dull.
When her father saw the murder scene, Laken was long gone, having brought her belongings, clothes, and tools along with her.

Laken had been in the woods for about two weeks now and she had built herself a shelter with wood she had chopped down. She had also set traps for animals, her food, by using her tools, wood, and rope.
Sooner or later, Slenderman's attention had been brought to Laken, and he took her in, soon having her own room in the mansion. She became known as Mechablade Slasher...