Herobrine

Chapter 13

Again

It has been about 8 days after Brian stumbled to his house, and Steve felt a little bit content with him around.

For some days, he has helped him carry some buckets of water, reap the things he sow and feed the dogs. He never really wanted to tag along when hunting, though. Maybe the blood, maybe the sheer violence of it; he doesn't know.

It is very nice to have a companion around. That, he could not deny.

Perhaps because all these times he always live alone, and the villagers were quite hostile (and even more hostile now) towards him, he never really have those thoughts of having someone as a companion. When Brian tagged along, it seemed as if he can do things lately that he couldn't. Brian is also quite the hygienic type, so one time and another, he would come home to find the floors and whatever underground spotless clean. He had no idea how Brian seemed to know how to clean things so well, and even the carpet smells like peonies. Brian would be sitting on the couch with two mugs of chocolate on the table, and he looked surprisingly full of himself. And he did great, too.

Another thing Steve liked is that Brian started to talk to him some time ago. He's quite the kind person, and he told him some things about his journey, and for some time they would sit together and talk about things, like when he camped inside a desert pyramid. He had never seen one before, but it must've looked great. He also told him once when he was chased around by zombies, and managed to climb a tree and cling there. There was this time, too, he met some villagers, but they don't accept him.

Sometimes, just sometimes, he thinks that there is a part of him alike the mysterious companion, other than their appearance.

So, after some days, his suspicions grew lesser and lesser of the man, and perhaps, just perhaps, he could include him as a friend he never had. A friend that will be there when he has problems and all those kind of things he read in books. A friend, a companion. Maybe a best friend.

But, he shook those thoughts away. Brian is only here for some days only, and sooner or later, he'd lose that friend as well. So he never really said anything, although the companion seems nice for him.

Somehow, the thoughts of Brian being similar and dangerous was pushed to the back of his mind.

As Herobrine entered Steve's room (with him still naively insisting to stay sleeping on the couch and make a new bed once he found a sheep) he sat down on the bed, stretching his shoulder as he heard a satisfying pop. He then briefly snapped his fingers to start a short fire on the ground, just for a while to make the stone less cold, as the usual he did all night, and he extinguish it once he's satisfied with the temperature. If his bed was on fire, he is sure Steve would not be so happy.

All these days, he had experienced hard work. Well, not so hard because Steve usually did it all the time. He only did the smallest of things; cleaning the room, feeding the dogs, kneading dough for bread and fishing as he waited for Steve from his usual wild game. He did okay, he thinks, and Steve seemed to put enough trust with him.

He realized that he was getting soft. The thoughts of Steve sleeping bed-less makes him quite pity the miner. He always worked hard too everyday, toiling and hunting and all. It made him re-think his life. He knew he is the King of the Mobs, and he had a huge home. Although that, as well, he does not seem to attend it as well. Sure, Steve's home is quite dusty and dirty, but at least he made use of it to the fullest. He knows wherever he keep his stuff. He knows how to craft a lot of things and he is quite the chef. He knows to convert from a nice wooden house to a very inconvenient house like this is hard work, but he pulled it off anyway. the Nether King is not very sure if he could suddenly be thrown into poverty like this and live alone. He needs servants to attend to his work.

Something is resurfacing from the depths of his memories, and he sat down and thought, as his feet buried themselves under the the mass of rags and red woolen blanket. He remembered he used to live like this, but it was so long ago...

For a moment there, he felt like his feet were touching grass underneath. He was walking around in the plains, with refreshing breeze smelled like the summer grass whipping through his face and hair, and he looked around.

He remembered he had a small house in the middle of nowhere. His house was a small, only one-floored, and was made out of cobblestone and oak wood planks, and he had a small pond in front of his house where he decorated with wildly grown roses and dandelions. He remembered there was a tree there, too, somewhere. Perhaps in the back of his house.

There was a hand on his shoulder and he spun around, seeing Notch behind him. He seemed to try gesturing a pat before he moved to his front.

'This is your home,' He heard the voice rang inside his head. It felt strange, yet so calming. 'This is Minecraft.'

He felt happy...

Herobrine quickly shook his head and the memories faded. He sucked a breath and seemed like he shook for a bit.

When did he had a house? Where did those thoughts come from? He never remembered that part in his life.

'How long are you going to push it away?'

His white gaze met those blue eyes of the ghost he despised, who is now floating upside down. The demented smile is still there, and his hands instinctively shot out to grab that face and shred that smile into pieces, but as usual, they went past through.

'Tell me, why don't you want to remember? I mean, it's impossible,' The ghost asked, backflipping and sat on the bed, which made Herobrine flinch and hopped down to the wall in an instance. 'You can never forget, okay?'

To Nether with that statement, The Nether Prince hissed, his voice deteriorating into some static, distorted noises in some syllables.

'And you are not even using your own voice all these times, correct?' The ghost pushes on. 'All you do is copying that voice of a villager you slain, and made it seem like your own.'

Shut up.

'Why are you trying to forget, 'Brian'?' The ghost is no longer smiling, sadness and pain swam in those blue orbs. 'Tell me, why do you despise me so much?'

Shut up, shut up already, you imbecid-

'Is it because of 'the incident'?'

Herobrine's eyes snapped open.

'You can't always run away from this. You can't forget how many times you tried.'

Stop.

'You can't forget who you are, despite that tough shell.'

Shut up.

Shut up shut upshutupshutupSHUT UP.

'And that you are not Herobrine.'

With a loud cry, Herobrine sent a fist to the wall. It dented in from the sheer pressure, and cracks filled the wall in a web, sending dust raining from its crooks and the ceiling. He breathed loudly, his eyes flickering in an uncontrollable manner. His fist shook and he was quite sure he broke some knuckles, but no matter. It will heal by itself.

The door quickly kicked open and some dogs barged in, growling and yowling at the furious King. Herobrine turned at them slowly, and they all stopped and backed away, tails between their legs.

This time, Steve sprang in, his spear on his grip. He blinked and slowly lowered the weapon as the dogs trotted outside. Herobrine was sure he heard a gasp.

The dent on the wall and the cracks. All these times, Steve had punched a hole in the wall to hide and it was never that easy.

He wondered what is wrong with Brian. He really can't found out, sadly. He does not move as Brian slowly lowered the fist from the wall, and he could swore he saw a knuckle bending the wrong angle, caked with blood and half-opened flesh. Brian was staring at the wall, breathing slowly, but still very cautiously. At this, Steve swallowed and cautiously approached him.

"...Brian..?"

'Steve,' he muttered. His voice dripped in a venomous tone, and he heard strange distortions in the voice. It made him gulp, and beads of cold sweat formed on the sides of his head. 'Leave me alone, Steve.'

"...Do you need m-"

'LEAVE NOW!"

And Steve whispered a small 'sorry' and backs away, closing the door slowly behind him.

For the whole night, he sat down on the couch, gazing at the warm fireplace in front of him. At the end of the day, it really came to this. He felt a little crushed that someone he thought as a friend seemed broken and he does not know how to fix it.

Ancelot and Lapis stayed under his hand as he slowly caressed their long fur, always staying near their master as the younger ones surrounded the couch. They realized their master's distress, and Oak slowly trotted on the couch to sneak a furry head under his arm, which was petted with gratitude.

He never really had friends before. Steve sighed slowly. Maybe if he could be a better friend, he would know how to handle this. Brian does seem like he is always hiding something, but he really never had the guts to ask him about what is wrong and bothering him. He felt disappointed in himself.

The arrow head inside his body throbbed, and he cursed silently.

I am so full of ideas right now and so I miiiigghttt update two chapters today.

Now seriously, does ANYONE knows the identity of the ghost? I'm pretty sure it's all hinted in there.

And who is Herobrine for real? I think I made it pretty clear over there.

So what will Herobrine do now that he felt hatred to Steve once more? Will he do something stupid, yet again? Honhonhon, We'll see.

Answers:

hxmner: Thanks a lot, man! I hope you like the rest of the stories, as well. C:

SkybornWriterGal: Thanks a lot for the compliments. I really appreciate it. ^ ^ Yeah, I know that I didn't break your mind, just playing along with it XXD. Hope you like this chapter.

BlackDragon41: Ah, my favorite reviewer (I still feel bad I don't review to your Hero's Bane. I really don't know what to say. If I review daily maybe I'd do 'THIS IS TOO AWESOME PLZ MAKES MORE SENPAEEE -FROTHS IN MOUTH-'.Yeah. DIE JIMMEH DIE.) Hello there! Thanks for the review! For me, Steve's home is kinda dusty, but Herobrine is quite the hygiene freak, I think. So he always say it's dirty. And yeah, I was thinking for a little humor on that part, since they live in the taiga biome, so if he suddenly bathe in hot springs, readers be confused. And the first day of college is still this lazing about and all that, so I can rush through some chapters for this Fic. And thanks!

(Bracket PM makes me happy c: I'm ok now, thanks a lot!)

Thanks for reading!