Onyx shivered slightly at the location of the party. Onyx hated that house, just because of the major creep vibes it gave off. But she didn't care as much as normal, she was getting an emotion of almost as if she didn't care about anything. She swore she was bipolar most of the times.

Before Onyx could even pay, Becca rambled about her plan, and payed. Onyx waved goodbye to her friend before getting up herself and heading to her car. She ran to the local grocery store down te street and picked up some eggs, milk, cheese, bread, and paper plates before returning to her truck and placing it next to her on the passenger seat, and began making her way home.

As promised, Becca was on time. As usual. Onyx made her way up from her comfy couch, and made her way over to the front door, almost tripping over her combat boots she had left in front of the door. She quickly scooted them to the side and opened the door. In a British accent, Onyx welcomed Becca. "Why hello, darling." Onyx smirked and moved out of the way to make room for Becca to come in.