Welcome back to the Minecraft Interviews! Where, like the Hunger Games-

Yeah, yeah, yeah, you get it. You've waited long enough for this chapter, and, no matter how awesome the catchphrase, you guys don't need to wait longer. BUT FIRST, I'm throwing some excuses your way; I was running out of ideas, and both fearing (I don't know why I should, it's the mobs that are gonna die, not me. Er, hopefully,) and anticipating the next and very last chapter, which, yes, is an interview, at the same time. Really lame excuses, I know, I know. Also, I went a little crazy in this chapter, and you probably will too, and it might be a bit confusing, I don't know, I guess we'll see. I rushed this chapter, because I needed to get it out by today, because for the next few weeks I'm going on summer vacation. BUT, I will have wifi, so I will write. Now, details of the next and last chapter at the end of this one. Till then, enjoy!

Akbar then realized what a fool he had been. Of course his attack hadn't worked, again, Herobrine had been touched, cursed, and changed by an Item, and his axe had been powered with the Inc Sac of Ultimateness. He wouldn't be able to use his axe against Herobrine. And all he had was a sword that, to him, at least, was hardly a dagger. There was only one more option, in order to get rid of Herobrine, once and for all. He would just have to kill Herobrine, the old-fashioned, (and in his opinion, slightly barbaric,) way. He didn't like to get his hands dirty, but there was no other way to prevent Herobrine from waking the others from their permanent sleep. Well, other than torture him, of course. The idea amused him, to show the 'all-powerful' Herobrine how to really torment, how to make them wish they were dead, to make them wish that they had some kind of tool to get rid of themselves. And none of it involved a table or chains of any kind.

But first Akbar would see just how well Herobrine could fight, so he practically threw the vampire's sword back to its owner. The immortal of blood lust that he was, and with his newly increased greed, he enjoyed watching his targets squirm. But, as Akbar soon learned, Herobrine didn't squirm, he fought. Going sword to sword with Herobrine seemed simple to Akbar, except he made one mistake; thinking that he could go easy on the vampire. Herobrine slashed once, twice, and again, and though Akbar had blocked the first two, the third hadn't been aimed in the same place, but at his leg. A shimmering light glowed from where Akbar should be bleeding.

Akbar blinked for a moment, and then laughed. The wound on his leg healed. It had been a while since he had felt any kind of pain. (Well, physical pain. Mentally, Naaz had known how to annoy her brothers that way. All she had to do was open her mouth and talk.) And, as Akbar blocked Herobrine's next attack, the immortal knew that there was no going easy on him. Akbar mostly blocked and countered Herobrine's moves for a while, enjoying himself as the vampire began to tire. It took about an hour, but Herobrine was starting to slow, his breath getting heavier. His new wounds left him wide open, and he was beginning to get suspicious. Akbar hadn't really tried to attack him at all. Like...Herobrine frowned. Like he was waiting.

And what Akbar had been waiting impatiently for had happened. Herobrine could still attack, but most of his strikes resulted in his own wounds, not Akbar's. Akbar had taken his share of them, but with a snap of his finger he was healed. Herobrine only wished he knew how to do that, which was unusual, because Herobrine didn't take wounds very often. Then again, he was fighting an immortal.

And Akbar seized his chance while he had it, unable to wait much longer. He didn't really think, and he didn't really have control of himself. All he could hear was the dim little whisper in his ear that had started speaking in such a hushed voice when he had combined the Items of the Stars together.

And then, though you'd never hear him saying it, Akbar had to admit that Tarak was right. (Which wasn't all that rare, but that was another thing that Akbar would never say.) Akbar could feel the Inc Sac of Ultimateness making the thoughts in his mind foggy, and the only thing he was really able to think of was what he desired. The power that he had was eating away at him. And he really doubted that his heart beating at irregular, random rates was a good sign. He didn't know how much time he would have, but even with all the power that he had gained, fighting that power seemed hard. And letting go of it seemed unimaginable. Tarak had been able to, but how could he, if he was in this deep already?

His doubts grew, and though they seemed overwhelming, they were like little gusts of wind compared to the sand storm that was his desire. How much he wanted more power that every weird heart beat and move practically ached with it. He held it back for a bit, but not for long enough. He wanted so badly to see someone, anyone, suffer, and at the moment, unfortunately for him, Herobrine was the only awake one in the room. And that soon changed. All Akbar seemed to do was close his eyes for a long time, and then stomp on the ground with a power that made the earth shake and the blast sent Herobrine a couple feet back.

But that was the least of Herobrine's problems. He didn't know why, but the world was getting darker, and though he didn't remember falling over, he was suddenly on the cold, sharp, uneven ground. And a sharp, devouring, growing, pain was digging and pounding its way through his chest. He would have shouted, or roared, loud enough to make your blood run cold, except there was no breath in his body. He barely had time to brace himself as the pain made his body rigid, and his eyes drooped. And then he was gone.

Akbar had felt pain before, if pain counts as a scraped knee or a knife wound, (and, as a child, when he got one he would scream, 'I got hurt! I got hurt!' while his siblings would scream it with him in their high pitched voices,) both of which were healed instantaneously. If it was on his body, he could heal it. But he was left completely unprepared for the pain that he had faced that day. He didn't know why it hurt, at first, Herobrine was supposed to be the one in pain. But then it hit him; he had given into desire, into the insistent little voice in his ear. He had given into the Inc Sac of Ultimateness. It had control.

And it was killing him. He didn't have much time until it did. He didn't have any time at all. And there was no going back. No matter how many spells he tried, the Inc Sac was still one with him. And soon it would only be the Item, and he would be gone. And, while he writhed on his knees, he knew that there was nothing to stop it. His limbs were stiff and still, because a single movement made burning increase. The only part of him that felt alive was the fast beating of his heart, while it throbbed golden blood into his body. His chest, where the Item laid, was where it burned him. Was where it would continue to burn him until he was gone.

He couldn't stop it. And he knew how much worse everyone in the very universe would be off if the Inc Sac had complete control. It was the ultimate Item, with practically a brain of its own. And it knew what it wanted, and how to get it. The same power that dragged Akbar down, and was then dragging him further. And then his eyes closed, before they opened again, but not the same. They were a glowing, soulless, mindless black.

"Dad?" Kristina blinked. "Where...are we?"

Zeus frowned and folded his arms. "Excellent question."

Wherever they were, it was a dim-lit abyss, with no real up or down or left or right, you couldn't really tell where the floor or ceiling was, but whatever it was that was beneath them smelled like ash and left black prints of dust on their feet.

"Where's everyone else?" Kristina asked, looking around.

"Frozen solid stone on the outside, permanent sleep on the inside. Our minds resisted it, though, because, although we weren't cursed by the Flint 'n' Steel of Hate, and we're not full vampires, we both still have some vampire blood." Zeus replied.

"Oh. And vampire blood would resist it because the Inc Sac of Ultimateness is an Item, and the curse from the Flint 'n' Steel is the power of an Item, and two Items can't mix...right?"

"Right. Which is why we're in the middle of awake and asleep."

"Then why isn't Herobrine here?"

"Because he's not halfway between asleep and awake, he is awake. Unless...well, unless the Inc Sac of Ultimateness went into his mind. That's the only way that he can't be here. If he's not here, the Inc Sac of Ultimateness is probably going through his memories, trying to find a weakness. And that must mean that Akbar is gone."

"Good riddance." Kristina muttered.

"Yes, well, though his character wasn't all that nice, the Inc Sac of Ultimateness is far worse, I'm afraid. It's kind of got...got a mind of its own, and it would appear that it's decided to throw us in here."

"Dad...Herobrine got cursed by the Flint 'N' Steel of hate."

"So he's the only one fully awake. No, he can't be, the Inc Sac would have to act..."

"What would it do to him?"

"I don't know. It's not like it can do anything physical, it is an Item, after all. It would have to be more of a mental attack..."

"How?"

"I don't know, nor do I know why you're asking me. It's not like I know everything." Zeus rolled his eyes.

"Well. You sure act like it. Anyway, let's think, what do we know an item can do?"

"It can look through memories." Kristina said. "And create very real scenes in your head that never really happened. Right?"

"Right. It can't kill him, though, so how would it try to stop him?"

"I don't know. Mental torture or something? It would have to keep him asleep, can't it do just that?"

"Well, no." Zeus shook his head. "He would have to keep him busy. Herobrine would have to overcome whatever he's being faced with, whatever weakness he has that the Item is using against him, in order to wake."

"Does he know any of this?"

"I doubt it. Maybe I could try to find a way to tell him..." Zeus took a deep breath. "Kristina, no matter what you see me do, don't touch me, at all. If I start attacking you, I recommend you run. I can't control myself when I'm trying to use telepathy, alright?"

"Er, alright."

Herobrine:

I didn't know where he was, and I didn't really know when, either. All the vampire knew was that wherever I was, it wasn't with Akbar. Am I awake? Asleep? Dead?

For one moment, I was very, very sure and terrified that I was dead, because I saw a silver, gleaming, flawless table, chains and all. But I wasn't the one on it. No, Steve was. And someone who looked a lot like Steve was standing above him.

"Ah, now, you make yourself comfortable, while I go to try and find that chainsaw."

I looked at the one who had spoken, and found glowing white eyes looking back at me. And only then did I see the resemblance between me and Steve, but the only one I could find was that our nose was the same. (And their outfit, but Herobrine noticed that his was so much cooler.) But mostly that was Herobrine trying to deny that he had anything to do with Steve. But he was also wondering why he was even looking at himself. He looked down to where his body should be, but found nothing. Tried to exhale, but it was like a gust of wind had came into the room. Tried to turn around, and felt like he was floating. Tried to touch his hand, but there was nothing to touch, and nothing to touch with. It was like he didn't exist.

The other Herobrine came back, grinning. "It appears that I can't find it, so I'll just have to choose between my other...tools. Give me a moment."

That's when Steve started shouting, a sound that I had come to memorize. He wasn't even in any pain yet, but he was definitely not going down without a fight, struggling against the chains, even though they could probably hold an immortal, and he would need a miracle to get out. For a couple minutes, the only thing that Steve did was swear. A lot.

"Oh, save your screaming for later." The other me seemed to have finally chosen what 'tools' he wanted to use. I remembered having to choose from them, and though the tiny little dagger looks so sharp you couldn't even run the dull side of the blade on your skin without cutting yourself, the needle looked really painful, too. I remembered ending up choosing both.

And then I realized that I was seeing a flash of the past. A flash of the night that I had almost killed Steve, but not quite. But why was I seeing it again? Was I dreaming? Or am I really dead?

I was kind of absentmindedly watching when Steve started screaming again, but he didn't have enough breath to swear anymore. Thank Father of Feathers, too, it was getting annoying. And screaming sounded much weaker, too. Like he didn't really have a choice in it. Then again, I suppose he didn't; the kind of pain that I inflicted was almost always accompanied by a scream. I winced. I suppose I'm not exactly gentle.

Ahem. Went a voice inside my head. We were wondering why we're looking back to...well, this night?

I had a theory, but no, not about that. About why just about everyone thought I was insane. (Which, in a certain way, I kind of am.) Besides the obvious fact that I'm a vampire, I also suspected that everyone that I was crazy because I didn't listen to the voice of reason inside my head. When it came to fighting, or surviving, for that matter, I utterly trusted my instincts, even if it didn't make much sense sometimes, and multiple times it's saved my life.

For example, that eerie feeling I got while I looked around in old, bloody room. As far as my eyes could tell, there was no one else there. But I wasn't trusting my eyes, but my instincts, and they were screaming that I wasn't alone. And I really doubted that was a good thing.

And then a voice rang in my head. It was my father's. And it was really loud, to the point where I could hardly here was he was saying, and it hurt my ears. But when the ringing and his voice was gone, I knew what to do.

Herobrine:

The Inc Sac of Ultimateness went through just about all my memories, some I thought I had forgotten, without any real order. One second I was seeing 'that night,' and the next I was two, at my mother's funeral, holding hands with my very unusually quiet father and weeping toddler sister. Then I was five, when the first signs of being a full-fledged vampire began to kick in. (Ex; sucking neighbor's blood out and then getting diagnosed with the same effects of rabies, or accidently using dark magic to catch fire to my bedroom.) Then I was twelve, when I killed my first deer, only to have a bear just about murder me. Then I was seven, when I stole my sister's favorite toy. (Don't ask me to remember what stupid nickname she gave it.) Then I was kissing Jessica. Then I was on Wither Skeleton's back, going way too fast to be able to see very much. Then I was jumping in front of Baby Mooshroom. Then I was hissing at the dark. Then I was getting into an argument with Kristina. (Which ended when she managed to lodge my fist, which had been aimed at her, into a boulder.) Then I was looking at Baby Mooshroom, who was giving me the biggest pupils imaginable. Then I had a black ball of magic in my hand, aimed and ready to go. Flash after flash after flash, and still the Inc Sac didn't seem to have any specific destination, and I was getting dizzy and sick from appearing, disappearing, and reappearing so fast. And then it stopped.

The Inc Sac really seemed to like the whole silver table idea, because that's where I ended up, again, with Steve on the table, the lights dim except on the one just above him, while he struggled and fought pointlessly like he normally would, while I noticed there wasn't any other Herobrine in the room, so the Inc Sac was actually using a weakness of mine this time. But what was it supposed to be? The desire to torture the crap out of Steve? How is that a weakness? Seems more like a strength, if you ask me. Not many could stand listening to Steve scream. I would say that maybe he got his opera voice from his mother, but I've tortured her, too, and she usually just grits her teeth and growls insults at you. Or she just glares, which, in some cases, is worse. So that's Steve's swearing side. Maybe his father was an opera singer. I have no idea, really, I had his dad gagged when I killed him, since I didn't really waste my time with him.

And what desire could the Inc Sac be using? Me wanting to get back at him? Probably, I've always wanted to.

Steve then did the most unrealistic thing he could have done at the moment; he started begging for mercy and for his life. For one thing, even when I was killing him, Steve didn't start begging for mercy until after he could hardly whisper from swearing so much, and then, he was begging for mercy, not his life. Actually, he was begging me to kill him. And, just imagining how much pain he must have been in, I guess I can't blame him. And, for another thing, Steve, stupid or not, would know that begging for mercy would just annoy me. A lot. So it made it even more clear that Steve was fake. Which left me with even a bigger dilemma than before. I could torment Steve all over again, and it wouldn't really be him so he wouldn't be able to blame me for it, if he never knew. (Dang, I wish that had happened the first time around. I don't mind getting hate from him, but it gets annoying when he uses every little thing possible to point it out. Like, 'by the way, even though I just reminded you five minutes ago, I'm going to remind you again, I hate you and I'm never going to forget that.' Really? Not even for one second? He acts like his whole life revolves around it. Sometimes I really wish I had permanently shut him up that night.)

Because I wasn't sure I wanted to see what would happen if I 'gave into the desire' that the Inc Sac was throwing me up against, I let the fake Steve go, and the said even more idiot than usual started crying for joy, literally kissed my shoe six times, and then hugged me.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you! Thaaaaaaaankkkkkkkk you!" He yelled even louder than before.

"Okay, ew, ew, get off me. Mother of Minecraft, get off me!"

Apparently, the idiot was deaf, too. So, I gave him a fist to the face. And, fake Steve or not, I'm happy to admit that it felt really good.

Steve groaned while I debated whether or not to kick him in the groin. I decided against it, as it was unnecessary, and the Inc Sac might take that as 'giving into desire.' So I stood back, and the world grew foggy.

Herobrine:

The next scene flashed before me, and I would have opened my eyes, but all I did was squint; the world around me was far too bright. (And I have glowing white eyes, so looking through them would seem even brighter. So I was pretty sure I was going blind.) From what I could tell by smell, though, I was literally in a meadow of flowers. Pink and purple flowers. So, it was too bright to see, and I couldn't smell without feeling like I was going to sneeze. (Just saying, you don't want to witness that. Let's just say that maybe, possibly, one of the biggest tornadoes in history was my fault.) Somebody kill me now.

'Herobrine.' Whispered a very creepy, old voice in my ear.

Okay, jeez, I was kidding about that last part.

Finally, my eyes adjusted enough so that I could see someone standing in front of me. Not just anyone, but my very long-dead mother.

Now, I'm no genius, so correct me if I'm wrong, but I'm pretty sure that when someone dies, they're not supposed to blink, breathe, smile, or wave at you. And I don't know how my mother, who had died when I was too little to remember her, (so I think it's her, from the pictures dad had, anyway, the same jet black hair and emerald green eyes,) could be standing there, because that means that she has to be a desire, or weakness, of mine. I'm pretty sure a mother, if anything, would make you feel stronger, so, did I want her in some way?

I guess a mom would have been nice? I don't know, from what I can tell, my mother was a lot more civilized than my dad, but this was coming from my sister, so you never know. Maybe I would've turned out a little less...I don't know, vampire-ish, and maybe I wouldn't have done anything to Steve, and maybe he wouldn't hate me to this day. My mom would have to be tough, living in a family that has one vampire, one demon, and one immortal. Okay, maybe she's better off gone, and maybe we're better off being weird.

I had wondered, a couple nights as a kid, what my mom would be like. Dreaming of 'what-ifs.' You know, the stuff that kids do. Would the Inc Sac try and use that as a weakness? Is it that desperate?

But apparently, that wasn't the worst of it. My mother kind of floated towards me, the ends of her hair and edges of clothes looking wispy, like smoke, and not really real. I reached out to see if she was or not, and terror sparked to her eyes, she disappeared in a cloud of smoke, and reappeared, the calm expression back on her face, a couple feet away. I tried again, but this time she only disappeared farther away.

The need to touch her became so strong that I was sprinting after her, following in the path where her footprints should be, but weren't. Meanwhile, the flowers around us were growing where she stepped, (or floated,) and dying where I stepped. I chased her around just about the entire field, before she stopped and looked around with tears in her eyes. And then I saw it, too. How just about every flower I could see was either dead or wilting. And it was a lot easier to see, the light not being so blinding anymore, and she wasn't pleased about it. I normally wouldn't have cared, but I felt like I wanted to impress her, so maybe she would let me touch her. And the dead meadow screamed 'my fault.'

I had no clue to fix it, though, and I just kind of watched helplessly and unbelievably as she started to cry, except her tears were at least seven gallons each, and it wouldn't take long for her to drown us both. Not only that, but somehow hearing her cry physically hurt me, like I couldn't breathe for a couple moments. I went to comfort her somehow, and my hand was half an inch from her shoulder when she leaped back, shrieking, and the tears turned into shadows, which made it even harder to see. And no, my eyes weren't too much of a help. They're white and glowing enough to be creepy, but not glowing enough to be useful when it comes to light, except for making things seem a couple shades brighter, and helped enough to see my hands in front of me, but just about nothing else.

Mom then floated towards me, and I only guessed that because I saw one of her hands extended. 'Come on, I'm real, Herobrine. I'm real. Take my hand.' And I really, really wanted to, but that's exactly what made me stop. I wanted to. No, I felt like I needed to. Because I needed what I can't ever have. I need my mom. That's what the Inc Sac found.

I took a deep breath. I wanted her to be real. I wanted to be able to hug her, to actually get to know her. To know who she was and what impact she would have had on me, if any at all. But the Inc Sac of Ultimateness was just reminding me that I can't, and I won't ever be able to. How kind.

I rooted my feet to the spot, and tried to kept my hands in fists and at my side, but I found myself wanting to reach out to her again. She came closer until she was inches from me. Then she held out a hand and put it on mine, but all I felt was cold air. Because she wasn't real, and she won't ever be.

So I took a deep breath, held it, and closed my eyes. The cold air surrounded me completely, and when I opened my eyes, I was at a different scene.

Herobrine:

I couldn't tell where I was at first, as it took my eyes a moment to adjust to the sudden dark. It was still bright enough to see that the bedroom wasn't very large, and had nothing but a bed, a dresser, and a mirror. Not even a door or a window. And I wasn't just trapped, but I was also not alone.

Jessica.

I tried not to panic, trying to hope that the Inc Sac wouldn't go off of THAT kind of desire, not off of THAT kind of weakness. It seemed like crossing some kind of line.

But still, do I wish it was real. Jessica looked more perfect than ever, which probably was the fake part. I'd seen Jessica when she'd just woken up, (and believe me, angel or not, she is NOT a morning person,) I'd seen her after she'd 'rocked out.' I'd seen her after she goes to the Mombatti Beauty Salon, (they should not call it that, because the angels idea of beauty is colored mud on faces, plain, baggy white clothes, and hair spiked in different directions. Jessica says that it's supposed to show that they can have multiple different sides to them. Well, I'll say.) Jessica had looked beautiful at all those times. She was a natural kind of beauty that didn't have to try. The Inc Sac made her look fake because it tried.

But it was still Jessica. And even just by looking at her, the Inc Sac was planning on doing what I feared it would. Jeez, how the heck am I going to stop?

She came closer, so I backed away a bit.

"Herobrine?" She frowned.

Okay. I tried to figure out how to breathe. The Inc Sac has definitely mastered her eyes.

So I looked away before I did something stupid like apologize to a dream. It was only for a second that I had my eyes off her, but I swear, I looked back and she was half an inch from me.
I froze, but didn't react fast enough; a second later, Jessica brought her lips to mine.

I would tell you what I thought after that, but I didn't really think. Okay, I couldn't really think anything, besides, 'wow.' The feel of her mouth on mine was so familiar, and so was the fire that came with it. I remembered faintly, somewhere in the back of my mind that I was supposed to be not doing something, something really important...resisting something? I think, yeah, I think was supposed to be resisting something. Was I? Maybe not, maybe I just forgot it from earlier.

That's when the pain started. It was a dull ache, at first, the aching that grew wherever Jessica touched me, and with it came the need to gt more. Then the pain became sharp, it was hard to breathe, and my lips stung and burned. But there was no stopping from pulling away from her.

But this was what the Inc Sac planned. It couldn't put me in permanent sleep, so, hey, how about permanent pain and desire instead? Uh, no thank you.

Then again, there was the whole problem of actually getting away from the dream Jessica, who couldn't keep her hands off my bare back for a single moment. I was able to get away when she sort of took me by the arm and yanked me onto the bed. (With a lot more effort than the real Jessica would have had to use. Seriously, that angel of mine has some kind of creepy strength I haven't seen before.)

Herobrine:

And then I fell flat on the ground, the side of my face stinging. I would have muttered, 'ow,' or something, but there was something stuck between my lips. A piece of paper. All it said was, 'don't drink.'

Drink? I got up. Drink what?

I looked around. There was no sun, no moon, and I definitely wasn't inside anywhere. Just black, cold, flawless ground, clashing on the horizon with a white, warm, clear sky. The best thing I could get from this was that beating boredom wouldn't be too much of a challenge, but it sure would be boring. There was nothing, any way I looked.

And that was when it began to rain, though there wasn't a cloud in the sky. And it didn't look right. The strangely warm droplets were sharp and stung on my skin. And the rain was too dark. Like dirt? No, darker. And once it hit the shiny black ground, it dissolved. And I had the really creepy desire to drink it. All of it.

And then it hit me, as a drop fell to my hand. It wasn't a little drizzle now, but a downpour. I was soaked with it, and it wasn't rain. It was blood. Warm, fresh, sweet, satisfying blood. I glanced around. There was no one else there...

I wished that I had a bucket of some kind, but I also doubted I would need it. The blood fell so thick and heavy it would probably choke me to attempt to drink it. And though my body was screaming for the crimson rain that soaked me, in the back of my mind alarms went off. For one thing, why would it be raining blood? And where was I?

Soon I was practically drowning in the blood. I couldn't blink without getting some it into my eyes, so I kept my eyes shut. I couldn't think, or breathe, without the thought of blood coming across my mind, and my doubts seemed so small. I could hardly care that I didn't have a clue where I was, I didn't care that it was definitely strange to be raining blood. Oddly, instinct was the only thing that kept me from drinking the blood that showered me.

It wasn't really my doing when I did drink some of it. It soaked me everywhere, and a single drop had seeped through my lips and hit my tongue. And it was pain like I had never known before.

It was a hot kind of pain, where every part of me burned with humidity and my sweat mixed with the blood that poured endlessly on me. The only part of me that was cold was my throat, which was so hopelessly dry it made me compare my tongue to sandpaper. The only cure that my body could come up with was more blood, but that made the pain worse, and it made me want more. I gasped, opening my mouth too wide so that it pooled with the crimson liquid. I quickly shut my mouth to avoid choking on it, and did my best to shield myself from the red rain. How was I going to avoid something I wanted so badly, while it hurt me?

But, in the following minutes, I found out that not drinking made it a thousand times worse, that the heat became like the rain; endless, overwhelming, and powerful. And more powerful still was my desire, but I couldn't quench it, and trying to only made it worse. So the only thing I could do was stop myself. I froze, kept my mouth shut tight, and waited. And the scene actually ended.

Herobrine:

It will be hard to explain what happened next, and where I even was. I was nowhere, but also everywhere. I was alive about also dead. Awake but also dreaming. Time froze, but also sped. I was laying down, but also standing. I was gone, but also never left.

'If you need power, Herobrine,' a harsh, clipped voice whispered, 'just let it into you.'

I could see everything, and everyone. Every place and every time. Looking at it from an ant's view, and then that of a giant's. I was me, but also no one. It was like having a blind fold being removed to a breath-taking view of a cliff. I could be Seer and Controller of everything, if I would accept it. I could have a trillion slaves, and freaky fangirls, who would most likely gleefully join me in a war against my haters, if I could find them. (I hope there's a ton of them.) The Inc Sac was using it's last resort, giving up, offering me it's powers. I could have everything...but at what price?

At the price of Jessica, Kristina, and Zeus being one of the tortured slaves by me, maybe? And I would have a world to run, which might not leave anything fun to do. Then again, I would have as much blood and slaves as I want, but that's a different kind of fun that I don't think I will mention.
Then I realized that the power of the Inc Sac was what had killed Akbar, and what would kill me. That is the price I would pay. Yeah, so, I'd have, what, only twenty four hours to rule the world before I died? I'll pass, thanks.
But of course, my mind started making excuses. Maybe I could stop it from killing me. If you had all that power, you would think you'd be able to. But I guess you can't really control it, and trying might make it harder. Plus, I was lying to myself. If Akbar, one of the strongest immortals that exist, can't stop it, there's no way I can.
And while I still itched at the thought of that kind of power, I knew I couldn't take it. But I almost did.
And that's when I saw her. I don't know if I really had my eyes open or closed or what, but I felt like I could see again. Jessica was standing there, and since she looked like she had been there for a while, I hoped that she wasn't fake, I was tired of the Inc Sac's games.

"Herobrine?" She smiled. "Oh thank goodness, I finally found you. I know how to get you out of here, and how to get the Inc Sac out of you."

I blinked. Okay, no, she can't be real, I can't fall for that... But what would the Inc Sac come up with? "Oh? How?"

"Well, it might possibly involve ripping your own soul out." Jessica bit her lip. "And a lot of dark magic. It's not gonna be pretty, but, it will send the Inc Sac into another dimension, where we'll never see it again, and neither will anyone else."

Wow, so the Inc Sac really is blunt and not very creative, either. "Ripping my own soul out? That sounds inviting."

"Heh. Well, if you want to get out of here, it's the only option I could find."

I bit my lip. But what if she is real? What if I really can get out of wherever I am. I think it's my own head. Isn't it? "Jessica, can you just...come here, for a second?"

"Uh, sure?" Jessica's brows furrowed, but she came closer. "Mind telling me why?"

"I just..." I reached out and touched her arm. She was warm. Warm and real. "Jessica, how did you get in here?"

"Er, that's a really, really long story that we don't have time for at the moment, but I swear I'll tell you later, okay?" Jessica bit her lip.

"Okay." I was starting to doubt whether or not she was real. I had been so sure, because everyone else here had been freezing cold, but maybe the Inc Sac of Ultimateness was just getting better at whatever it is it does.

"Herobrine, this is gonna be kinda strange and you'll probably think interesting, but to get out of here, you actually have to-"

I couldn't help it. I had to know for sure, had to know if Jessica was real, and I couldn't think of any other way to be sure. I broke the space between us, and kissed her. I will never know how, but I knew, and there wasn't a doubt in my mind.

She was real.

"Whoa!" Jessica fell backwards, as she practically flew out of Herobrine's head, and the vampire started to wake up. "Jeez, are you psychic or something?"

"What? What do you mean?" Herobrine blinked.

"You somehow knew that kissing me would make your mind realize that what you're witnessing isn't real, and that I was, and that you needed to wake up." Jessica replied.

"Yeah. I totally knew that. Because, uh, I'm psychic."

Jessica laughed. "Sure. Now, Herobrine, this is probably going to hurt, uh, a lot."

Seconds later, Herobrine gasped as Jessica pulled a smoky orb out of his chest, and she clutched it tightly.

"Jeez," Herobrine winced, "smarts a bit. I thought that only demons can do that. You know, take out people's souls."

"Well, angels have to know the dark stuff, too." Jessica shrugged. "Which, by the way, is part of that long story that I have to tell you. Anyway, I'm surprised you're still standing. The separating the Inc Sac from you should make it almost impossible to breathe, it's a lot of power to have taken away."

"Wait, the Inc Sac was attached to my soul? What?"

"Yeah, it kind of bound itself to you. But...the thing is, it's not here. Like, you resisted it..." Her eyes widened. "Herobrine, you resisted the Inc Sac and instantly banned it to another dimension! I thought we were gonna have to go through the whole ritual. Wow, that saves us a whole lot of time." Jessica took a deep breath, and put the orb back inside Herobrine, and the world flashed before them, before they were surrounded by the other mobs, then fully awake.

Ashley grinned. "Alrighty, well, it would appear you guys managed it."

"We did it!" Jessica grinned, and wrapped her arms around Herobrine's neck. "We did it. It's over. Oh, Brother of Bedrock, it's over..." Jessica took a deep breath.

"Erm. I'm afraid not." Ashley bit her lip.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, see, there's still the last chapter. And I'm adding some things in. For example, respawn is on, so if there are dares that have two mobs fighting to the death, we can do them. I'll add in all of the OCs that I didn't earlier, and try to make them all be more main characters instead of side, but because of how many there are, there might be a problem, but I'll try. Oh, and if there are dares that would last the whole chapter, depending on what it is, depending on whether it will affect other dares or not, I might just shorten that dare to about ten minutes or so. And, last but not least, there aren't any rules, except, well, 'have fun.' And I'll allow just about any dare, depending on what it is."

Jessica blinked. "So, basically, you're giving the readers tons of freedom."

"I guess, yeah."

Steve and Herobrine both muttered 'shit,' at the same time, and glanced at the forest behind them.

"Oh! And you guys won't have your weapons unless the dare calls for it, for certain reasons that we're not going into. So, hand them over, and then go sit down on either a velvet couch or chair."

When they all did so, a split second later, chains with a glowing purple hue to them flew around their waists and shoulders, looking like glowing seat belts.

"What the? Is this...?" Herobrine stared at it.

"Yeah, it's enchanted. Anybody who has powers now doesn't, and I would really like to see you guys try and break out of that. Sorry, but can't have any main characters running off into the woods, now can we?"

Herobrine growled, and Steve sighed.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. Now-"

"Dude, this is so unfair! You're just gonna watch while we die, aren't you?" Wither Skeleton groaned.

"Not true. I'll do any dares, too. And, I don't have a dare or question to use. And, I can't refuse any dares. So. I'm not the main target, (erm, so I hope,) though, so I think it's just about even."

"Sure, sure, sure it is." Herobrine groaned.

"Alright, then, guys. You have one week to post all of the questions and dares that you want, and then I will get started on the very last chapter. I might take a while, and at the very least, I'm putting it into two parts, in case you guys also want to add in OCs. Alright, we're going, so wish everybody luck. Try not kill them all, please. Thanks and goodbye!"

-ihearthorses6000