Creepypasta Child Scenarios

What Would Your Mother Say Pt.2...

"H-how long have you been standing there?" 
"Longer than you'd like." 
BEN stared at Jeff, mortified and about two seconds away from throwing himself into the television. His face was on fire and he quickly tried to swipe at the wetness in his eyes without losing one. 
Jeff's head swiveled and he deadpanned the t.v., watching the two lovers rush to embrace in the warm evening glow. He didn't know the characters, but he caught the cover of the movie that was still sitting out in the open on the coffee table next to a copy of The Titanic. 
BEN was watching the Notebook. 
"I have questions..." 
"No you don't." BEN snapped and turned the movie off. The screen went black but it was far too late, the damage had been done. 
"One: Do you have a man-card? 'Cuz you can just go ahead and cut that bitch right up." 
BEN groaned and snatched up his near empty can of soda. It was flat with only a bubble or two left, but he sipped at it anyway. 
"Two: Where did you even get these?" Jeff scoffed and moved the Notebook's cover aside to reveal another case, Pride and Prejudice. "Who, in a house full of guys, actually brought these things home? Because I know it couldn't be you...Was it the Boy scout?" 
"Coulda been." BEN sighed, subjecting himself to Jeff's obvious judgement, "They were in the closet. But my money's on Clockwork. She, Jane, and Helen came by to watch movies over here about a month ago because someone smashed the t.v. back at their place." 
Jeff rolled his eyes and let the case drop from his fingertips and it landed against the table with a loud smack. He wiped his hands on the front of black jeans as if he'd catch something just by touching it. "Third and final question: I didn't walk in to you crying real man-tears over a fucking romance movie...right?" 
"Well duh." BEN snorted and chugged the last of the flat soda, "Haven't you ever heard of allergy season??"
Jeff smirked but joined him on the sofa and BEN settled in for the onslaught of teasing that was bound to be thrown at him any second now. He turned on the cable and flipped through channels with the hope of finding something remotely violent and graphic to make up for the movie thing. It wouldn't work, but it was worth a shot. 
"You might wanna consider finding a better place to get in touch with your feelings." Jeff snickered and reached for the bowl of half eaten popcorn, "Imagine if someone else walked in to you sniveling over the Titanic." 
"They both coulda fit on that fucking door!!" BEN flicked a red M&M at him and Jeff made a half-assed attempt to catch it with his stupid smirking mouth, "They woulda been so happy!!" 

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"What are you doing?" 
"Building my cutiepie a lil' candy house, obviously," L.J snorted, "What are you, blind?" 
Eyeless sighed through his nose, long and winded, and put his lunch back in its jar with the other two kidneys. The last thing (Y/N) needed was more sugar in her diet. Seeing as how she was going to be sticking around for a while, it would be better for his sanity if she weren't bouncing off the walls. The girl was energetic enough.
But the candy house was impressive, if E.J had to be honest. It looked like the mansion, made of chocolate and decorated with other candies like skittles and nerds and a few others that he didn't care to name. It was almost impossible to imagine L.J sitting still long enough to carve out the details that the mansion had, which, from where E.J was standing, looked pretty damn accurate. 
But there was one fatal flaw that the clown hadn't noticed during construction...
"It's nice." Eyeless said just loud enough for L.J to hear. He bent and returned his food to the back fridge (a courtesy), and heard the way the room suddenly fell into silence. 
"Pfft!!...What?" 
"The mess your making." E.J clarified, "Very nice. I might even be jealous of (Y/N) if I actually liked that stuff." He leaned against the refrigerator, pulling his hands behind his back. 
L.J was full-on gaping at him. His grey eyes went wide in pure disbelief and maybe a little suspicion. It wasn't completely unwarranted, not that anyone could tell, but there was a wicked grin hiding behind the mask and mischief twinkling in those empty sockets. 
"Um..." L.J swallowed and his eyes narrowed, "Thanks? I think."
E.J could smell the unease coming off of those ridiculously feathered shoulders and he silently preened at his unfailing ability to get under the skin. 
He moved closer to the table and got a better look at the thing. It didn't really surprise him that L.J went all out and even went as far as carving little chocolate furniture. Again, impressive. 
"How long did this take you?" E.J asked, keeping his hands out of the way to ease the clown's apparent worries. 
But L.J perked right up again like a bouncing spring, "Hehe!! Only a little while, I'm a pro!! Thinkin' about makin' the forest too!! " 
Straightening up, E.J cocked his head, "I see..."
"Hahaha!!! Do you though?" 
Strike two.
Eyeless walked around the table and headed for the kitchen door, "Remind the others that they have to pick up (Y/N) in a few minutes." He paused at the end of the table and glanced back over his shoulder to see the clown stack and balance more candy pieces. 
"And one more thing..."
"Ha!! What's that?" 
"In the future, you may want to use some kind of adhesive to make your work stick together. Blind people are often known for crashing into things." 
And then Eyeless Jack booty-bumped the table with his hip.