Herobrine

Chapter 10

Doubting

"You're that guy in the shadows back then," Steve pushed, his sword digging into Herobrine's exposed throat as his wolves growl around him. "Even my wolves have something against you. There is something I can't trust about you. So now that the time's very convenient, who are you?"

Herobrine stared at the miner, slight awe and surprise etched on his face. So the miner is alive. With that damned clever and deceitful mind, he did survive the fall. Right now, he does not give a single damn about how the miner managed to pull that off right in front of him, without him even expecting that.

How tricky. How very, very annoyingly amusing.

His expression slowly morphed into that of a sneer. A small sneer that seems to be more to nervous than intimidating. The tanned man, still in front of him, watched, his glare as cold as ice. Those eyes, that were last seen full of fear, confusion, pain, terror, sadness, and fright, is now the same eyes that is boring into his soul, if he had any. Herobrine is not sure if he is the same Steve as before. He wondered if that 'Steve' is dead, and this one in front of him is just a newly-spawned Steve, which has no previous memories- but his previous sentences has proven it to be that same cowardly miner. No matter how hard Herobrine examined his face, he saw no fear, even though he has a beast under that sword of his.

Herobrine winced as the sword pushed deeper into his skin, automatically tilting his head upward and draw a drop of blood from it. He could feel it dribbling down to his t-shirt. By now, Herobrine should have gone to a rampage, and he could easily overpower the miner. It is logical, anyway. He is second in charge after Notch. What could possibly be hard for him to severe Steve's head with his bare hand? However, something in those eyes made him dismiss the thoughts.

Herobrine now show a more calm façade, swallowing dry air, but his mind is in turmoil. The miner might be too stupid to find out who is he holding on the tip of his sword, and what could befall him, but still, this is an utmost humiliation. However, of all the things he resent from the miner, he hated those eyes the most. Oh, how he hated that glare. He hated it. He hated it. He hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate, hate that glare. That unnerving, unafraid glare. He hated it. He detest it.

Why? Why is the miner so strong now? Why is this happening? Why isn't he on the ground sobbing? How come he stood tall, questioning him like nothing? Why isn't he faltered by his eyes, his appearance? Why, after all those happening to him, he is standing like he would even fight the world in he has to? Why, why is he seem like he is a higher being than the Mighty Destroyer, the Ruler of the Nether, the King of the mobs, the Monster, Herobrine? Why is he looking down on him like that? Why is he stronger? Why is he stronger?! This is something he cannot calculate; no, this is the exact opposite of what he calculated!

Why, why, why why, why?!

This Steve...

This stupid, useless, weak miner...

This new perfect-ass program...

How dare he.

"Should I really repeat the question?" Steve rose an eyebrow. This man is so... alien. The air around him seems so distorted and malice hung in the air. So much for a man with a really calm expression.

But those eyes...

Steve pulled the sword away from the man in front of him, who now slowly leaned to the tree. The wolves are barking at him right now, but stayed on ground, waiting for their master's orders. Steve hushed them and their barking died down, but replaced with tense growls and restless trotting.

Steve has noted that the man's eyes never left his. Those white, glowing eyes... He was sure he saw that somewhere, other than the forest but, alas, he could not bring himself to remember. Anyhow, those eyes are full of emotions, which changes almost every second. The man cannot be predicted, Steve thought. At first he looked surprised, then a slight second later he sneered for a split second, and now he stared at him blankly, calmly.

Very strange...

Steve looked away from the man, placing his sword back to the inventory. "Oak, Burch, and Lapis, go home. Ancelot, Sandstone, and Cobble, you come with me."

The three dogs growled at the strange man, but still, orders are orders. They turned and trotted away, into the darkness beyond, to the West. Steve looked up at the man, and offered his hand to him.

"Look, it's getting really late by now. I'm pretty sure you don't want more zombies to come and kill us both. We should move now and talk somewhere else."

The man did not say anything. Instead, he scoffed and got up by his own, dusting the snow from his shirt and pants. He turned away and took a step to the opposite direction, and that's where his dogs are, growling at him. The man stood there for some second as Steve tapped his boot on the snow, before sighing.

"Alright, I apologize for starting off badly. See here, everyone is dangerous for me; everyone near my house. I just want to talk, okay? You might be someone that knows some answers. You've been following me for some time back there, and I know. Just... tell me what I wish to know. I have hot cocoa."

Herobrine turned at him slowly. To be honest, the dogs did not really frighten him. He just stopped because this Steve wanted him to stay.

But, seriously. Sometimes this miner is very, very clever, and there are these times he is very, very dumb. Letting a monster stay in his house? Hell, he has seen his eyes and he told him to stay?

Or is he really that dire for answers? He really is that naive?

...Hmmm... He can use this as an asset...

The Nether King sneered.

Alright, he'll play this game.

Steve was secretly relieved when the man decided turn his back around and face him, his arm crossed. The dogs are still growling now, but the man seemed unfazed.

'Alright then, I suppose.' The man said. His voice is deep and very intimidating, like the voice of a king over his subjects. That voice sent chills down the miner's spine, although he really is not afraid of him. That voice is just so powerful, so eerie, and maybe there is a hint of a secretive personality behind that voice. The voice is strangely resounding, and it sounds like he was talking directly into his mind, but his lips are moving.

Maybe just his feeling.

The man slowly strolled closer to him. He was about his height, and Steve is considered tall, too. At least taller than most villagers, but after a better look, the man looks quite like him. Quite. That goatee, tanned skin... Maybe all the other humans aside the villagers are like that?

Such a big mystery.

Steve's eyes followed the man as he went past him and into the direction his young wolves went just now. Ancelot trotted beside him, looking at the man. His tail is not wagging, so Steve was sure this man was quite suspicious as well, but he really needed answers.

The man seemed so proud, too. It's not like he likes him, but right now, he is probably the only key.

'Hey, are you going to show me the way to your house or what?'

There he did it again, with the resounding voice.

Steve nodded quickly. "Sure. I'll lead you there."

The latter walked past the strange man, going to the front and followed by his dog. The man walked calmly behind him, wiping the blood off his neck. Steve felt a little guilty at the sudden barbaric act but it was necessary to keep himself safe. A hand instinctively reach out to scratch the back of his head. He is feeling quite nervous, with a hint of suspicion to the man. Seriously, who is he? He has seen him somewhere else other than the cliff, but where...? Where, where, where...? Seems so familiar yet he cannot put a finger to it. He breathed out a thin smoke of vapor from his nostrils and brought his hand over his hair, combing them slightly to the back.

This isn't really the time to think. He has to bring this man, his dogs, and himself to safety before mobs show up.

The thoughts are still bugging him until he reaches the door, however.

Sorry for the boring chapter. The next chapter will be about Herobrine and Steve talking. Are they forming a friendship? Is Herobrine suddenly good? What's going on?

...Yeah I have no idea what more to add here so...here.

Answers:

PurpleCat54: Yes, they meet at last. And yes, beast-Steve is truly hardcore, I know. I like him too. However, he is still a dear inside, and soft-hearted. But he's definitely a lot stronger. I'll explain when they're talking together. And if you get what I'm describing above when he talks, maybe you'll understand. He has another way to talk. Hmm, and I'm not sure how to answer that because I cannot spoil the story, now can I? But yeah, Steve right now felt he needs Herobrine because he is the 'key' to his questions, and Herobrine... well, you get it right? It's like a kid hating his friend, and miss them when they're gone, and hating them again when they come back. But what's with Herobrine now? What does he mean 'going with Steve's game'? We'll see about that.

BlackDragon41: Thanks a lot for always following! And yes, Notch should've put the IP on a notebook or something. And yeah, Herobrine might spam him a lot if he's annoyed, just for the heck of it. And thanks for the nice comment, it's really appreciated. Second, yes, I still remember about Steve's purpose (I don't know if he still remembered, though. XD), but my opinion is other than Herobrine's terrible mood swings, Steve is not really a robot that will force himself to befriend Herobrine. He will still be able to hate, be angry, and loathe Herobrine as well, of course syncing with what Herobrine has done to him, still he is kind-hearted. We'll see if he makes it anyway. And third, what I like using Herobrine as a character is his ability to conceal his true feelings in front of Steve, which will take a hell lot of effort, considering he's destroying his own throne room some time ago when he's angry. So don't be fooled at his calm expression, he is still very, very tense and dangerous. And no, Ghost-Briney is not gone. I think I did mention that the ghost said that he is just a figment of his imagination, like Chef Gusteau's ghost from 'Ratatouille'. Maybe a piece of consciousness? Maybe a dead friend? Maybe a repressed self? Not sure. And fourth, beware of Moodybrine.

WolfyTheMCPlayer: Thank you! And their names are listed above. I'll list it again here. Ancelot is like the pack leader and the oldest. Followed then by Sandstone and Cobble, then Lapis. Oak and Burch are the young wolves I mentioned above, and are the youngest so far. Not necessarily pups, like uh... Teenage wolves (?). I'm not sure how to answer the last sentences but I'm sure you're tired so yeah. But thanks for complimenting my story!

Guest: Thank you, anonymous guest. C:

awesomesauce01: I have been planning it all along, buddy. Although making a fanfiction where Steve actually dies sounds appealing.. -dark chuckles-

Thank you for reading!