"Sips, are you awake?" Sjin slowly opens Sips bedroom door, letting light in and waking up the man.

He groans and opens his eyes, only to be slightly blinded. "Ugh... What the hell...Sjin?..."

Sjin steps in and blinds Sips further. "Can- Can I sleep with you?"

"What?" Sips says as he looks at the clock. "It's two in the morning. What are you even doing up?"

The standing man averts his eyes, immediately showing he's about to lie. "I uh... No reason."

Sighing, the other man sits up and turns on the lamp beside him. "You're a terrible liar. Just throw me a bone and tell me what you did. I'm not in the mood to play games with you."

Put on the spot, Sjin dances around the answer. "I uh... I may have done something you told me not to and now I'm scared to sleep alone."

Sips glares at him and groans. "You didn't throw out that record that Rythian gave you. That's definitely what you did."

Sjin laughs nervously. "Yeah... I kept it." He then spoke up. "But Rythian and I are friends now, remember? He came to my farm and we buried the hatchet. I thought it was a gift of friendship."

The pale man huffed in frustration. "You're an idiot, you know that? I said that he is crafty and is not above messing with you when I told you to throw the damn thing out!"

"I know!" He exclaimed, childishly. "But I didn't want to listen! I'm sorry!"

The sitting man just looked at him then laughed a bit. "That's so like you. I warned you so many times too. I'm just not gonna warn you next time. It's a waste of my precious breath."

"But I really thought I could trust him." Sjin says, looking really disappointed.

"What was on the record?" Sips asks. "I'm really fuppin curious now."

"Herobrine..." He whispers in fear.

"What?"

"It was the story of Herobrine." He says louder. "He's coming for us. He's got white, soulless eyes and he could be anywhere. I don't want to be alone when he comes to strike us down."

Sips wanted him to be messing around but he was clearly scared to death by a story made up to scare children. "Sjin, I can't believe you woke me up because of that. What are you? A five year old? Herobrine is a myth. He doesn't exist. Only you would be scared by that. What a big babby."

His face turns red. "R-really? But he's coming..."

The saner man stares at him before turning the lamp off and lying down again. "GG, Rythian. GG."

Embarrassed, Sjin cries out. "Don't say that, I'm really scared!" He jumps into the bed with him and snuggles up close. "You're so mean and so is Rythian. Can you believe that he and I even spoke of Mahogany Doors together? I feel cheated."

"Yeah. I can believe that and I really don't care. I just want to go to sleep. Goodnight, you big jabroni."

"So mean..." Sjin whispers. "Goodnight, Sipsy."