Herobrine stared at the painting that Angela and Lola had made for him. Said five year olds were running around at his feet, playing tag. The painting was a sloppy drawing of him fighting zombies in a cave, likely based on a story he'd told them of him doing exactly that at sixteen. Well, there appeared to be diamonds in the drawn cave, and that was far from the truth. It didn't matter though. He was just glad that they'd thought of him by giving him a gift.

It was sweet. Everyone was so good to him, even after he'd died. Even though he'd done things in his past that he wasn't proud of. Herobrine was happy, despite his death. It's a good thing, he supposed. Things could've turned out much worse than they had.

Angela tugged at his pant leg. He looked down at her, and she grinned up at him. Unlike Lola, Angela had been born mute. It had been quite the drastic news when he had come back the day after the twins' birth, only to be told by Steve that there'd been some complications. He was pulled out of his thoughts by Angela grabbing his hand and tugging him towards the door. He followed her, and Lola walked beside them. He was led outside, painting still in hand, when he felt himself slowly fading away.

Just his luck. His hour was up, and he hadn't even got to go where Angela had wanted him to. He'd have to make it up to her later. He sighed, gently extracting his hand from Angela's and bending down to the girls' height. "I have to go now, but I'll play with you tomorrow, okay?" he asked, ruffling Angela's hair as his body became more transparent than before.

Angela nodded, and Lola grasped onto his arm.

"Stay longer!" she wailed, burying her face in his arm.

Steve came over to them, seemingly out of nowhere. Herobrine knew that wasn't the case, but it had sure seemed that way. He sighed, taking hold of Lola's arm and pulling her off him with a bit of force. Not enough to hurt, but enough to get her off. He noticed Angela staring at him, her eyes looking glossy, as if she was about to cry. It was like this whenever his hour in the Overworld was up, when he was around the girls. They hated to see him go.

"Lola," Steve said softly, and waited until she was looking at him before continuing, "I've told you before, Hero has to leave after an hour."

"No! Stay!" she exclaimed, running back to Herobrine - who had almost completely faded away - and latching onto his arm once more.

"Lola-" her father warned, his voice raising a decibel.

"She's fine," Hero interrupted, not wanting the poor girl to be in more trouble than she already was.

The last thing he heard before he disappeared was Lola and Angela's sad cries at seeing him go.