Mechanical Soul (Creepypasta Oc Story)

Chapter:2

(A/N my new shirts I got from hot topic today! Lel )
~Laken's PoV~
As I was singing and leaning against BEN'S shoulder, I felt a hand ruffling my hair. I leaned my head back and my singing slowly stopped as I leaned my head back to see Toby with a plate of waffles on his lap. "Hey d-dork..." He ticked. I simply hummed a hello to him and returned to destroying BEN in CoD.

~Toby's PoV~
I looked over at Laken as she returned to the Xbox, which she was really good at playing to be completely honest. I always felt close to her, I could call her my family, I guess... Her and I get along pretty well, she doesn't mind me annoying Masky... So we're ok...
Not long after I got comfortable, EJ walked into the living room with a few empty jars in hand.
"Mecha, you're leaving soon right? Can you stock up for me?" The brunette tossed a few jars at said girl, all the while, she continued to play with one hand. She somehow didn't even have to look away from the screen to catch the jars. Yet she still glanced over to him with a confused look on her face.
"Jack, do you expect me to cut out kidneys with my machete? Lend me a scalpel would ya?"
After hearing that, he huffed and tossed her a scalpel, that she pocketed quickly.

~BEN's PoV~
Hearing EJ huff a sigh(which he does a lot ever since Laken moved in) I finally thought I should go ahead and give her the gift I got her. It would help in a situation like this. Pausing the game, I stood up and ran to my room grabbed the butterfly knife off my dresser and made my way back down to the living room. "Laken, here... it's for you..."

~Laken's PoV~
As I waited on Ben to sit down and continue the game, I felt something hit my lap. Upon looking down, I realized it was a beautiful butterfly knife. "Thanks bro... It's nice... How much was it?" I asked curiously. "Nothing, I stole it!" BEN burst out laughing as I just shook my head. This guy, stealing and shit, all for me...
About 30 minutes later I handed over my controller and stated my leave. Walking up to my room with jars in hand, I swiftly snatched a duffel bag from my closet, put the jars inside, grabbed my machete and black scarf, and jumped out of my window.
*time skip to killing trip*
Once I made my way to a nearby neighborhood (well not really nearby... more like 3 or 4 miles away), I stood at the tree line trying to figure out which house to choose. The first one was spaced out from the other houses but I only knew of one or two people living there. That definitely would not fill up the five or six jars I had with me.
The second one was a two-story brick house with about 3 cars in the driveway, meaning there was probably a small party going on with the two teens who lived there. I have the feeling that there was maybe about... more or less five people in there. I didn't hesitate to pick that house, as I sighed softly and pulled my scarf over my nose, and made my way stealthily to a window in the backyard.
From observation, they were all in the living room sprawled out on the furniture and floor with beer cans littering the room. Just to double check, I crawled in the upstairs window and searched the second floor. Seeing that everythingwas fine, I started to make my way down the stairs slowly.
All of a sudden I heard someone walking to the bathroom near the bottom of the stairs, so I leaned up against the wall as much as I could, slowing my breathing. After they were done I patiently waited for them to stumble into the living room, but they did something I wouldn't have expected. In the light of the moon gleaming in through a nearby window, I realized that this person was swaying towards the staircase. I held my breath as the male leaned up against the wall and somehow fell asleep. I mean, the drunk mother fucker was standing up against a wall, and he fell asleep! I quickly realized that he was starting to lean backwards and with seemingly weightless steps, I caught him before he could hit the floor. As I held him, I slit his throat and laid him on the floor on his back, so I could get out of there as fast as I can after I'm done with them.
I continue with the rest of the group, killing them precisely and laying them all on their backs. Welp! Step one was a success! And I managed to not attract attention... Now for the fun part! I sloppily pulled the scalpel out of my back pocket, in a rush as I was clearly ready to get home... I mean I've been gone a fucking hour and I'm tired as fuck! I finished up the task of stocking up on kidneys for EJ. I set the last jar in my duffle bag and head back out through the window I entered, shutting it in the process, making my journey back to the mansion like a shadow in the night... Mission was a success!