◇My Oc's as Parents◇

♧Part one♧ They meet you

(You're just a baby here)

Soul:
Soul was working today. A client had asked Soul to kill someone they didn't like. It was an easy job for them. They either drained the person's sanity enough to the point where they would  k!ll themself, or they would finish the job themself. The second option was what they would choose today.

   They glitched into a computer and traveled to where the victim was. They jumped out of the computer, trying to make the least amount of noise they could coming in. Once they had stealthily broken in, they hid behind the door and made a loud noise to get the victim in the room. The victim was drunk, carrying a large bottle of whiskey. Soul would have to be careful.
"Who's there?!-"
The words of the victim were slurred and he clearly couldn't see soul. He was turned around long enough for soul to sneak behind him and drive a large kitchen knife into his neck and hold his mouth so his screams weren't heard. They stabbed both sides of his neck, the chest and his arms.

He struggled for awhile until he bled out and fell unconscious. He was dead. Suddenly, Soul heard a baby crying. They felt a sense of guilt, they just ruined the life of a little kid with their only parent. As the client informed soul that he was the only one who lived there. They followed the infants crys and realized they had made a good decision killing the rat bastard.

You were crying in your crib, obliviously not well fed, covered in your own excrement, and obviously neglected. Soul couldn't stand to see you like this. They picked you up gently, rocking you and petting your head, shushing you. You wouldn't stop crying. They first decided to change and bathe you since you smelled awful. They placed you on a changing table in your room, removed your clothes and diaper and took you to the bath. They scrubbed you down well while still being careful since you were so small. You had calmed down a bit. They took you back to your room and dressed you in much more comfortable clothes. You were still whining and whimpering because you were very hungry.

They went downstairs, finding baby formula and  making the food for you, gently rocking you while they did. They wiggled the bottle into your mouth and you quickly started eating. Soul was making sure you wouldn't choke. They started going back upstairs. They stole your clothes, diapers and baby food so they could properly raise you. Though they weren't entirely ready to be a parent, they were ready to protect you. They teleported the stuff back to their home, then you and themself. You were theirs now. Their little (Y/N).

(Please let me know if you find grammar mistakes!)