The next time Steve awoke, it was to the gentle warmth of sunshine on his skin.

Flipping over, Steve pushed himself up, eyes darting around to examine his surroundings. Minecraft. He was back in minecraft. An oak forest, with a chest beside him surrounded by torches. A new world…?

Slowly, the miner rocked to his feet. How did he get here? On that note, was this real? His dreams had become harder and harder to distinguish from reality…

He opened the chest. Inside was a stack of iron ingots and a set of tools, one of the most important things to have when trying to survive. Taking the axe in his hand, he straightened up, gazing around at the biome he had been placed in.

No sense in letting this go to waste.


Once again, everything was pitch-black.

Herobrine took a cautious step in the darkness, feeling with his foot for anything in his path. Even the light of his eyes made no impact on the darkness, the smothering blackness overwhelming the pitiful amount of light he could create. The only thing he could see, the only light in his world of darkness, was a tiny pinprick of sunlight at the other end of the tunnel. He didn't know how far away it was, but he did know that he wouldn't be released until he found it.

A growl rang out in the darkness.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Herobrine focused on the echo, trying to get an idea of his surroundings. The sound had come from behind him, about twenty feet back. His pursuer undoubtedly had means to track him in the darkness - either hearing or smell, he wasn't sure. For now, he should stay as quiet as possible. In his current state, he doubted he could take on whatever it was that hunted him.

One foot after the other, he moved towards the light, ears straining for any sound from his opponent. One by one, the seconds ticked by, and he gained more and more ground as light grew closer and closer.

He heard the footsteps only moments before he was tackled onto the ground.

Herobrine let out a pained growl as a heavy form slammed him onto his back, claws digging into his shoulders as a snarl came from above him. Some sort of wolf-like creature-?

Twisting away, Herobrine jerked to the side, bracing one hand on the creature's limb and shoving as hard as he could. The creature stumbled, and he managed to push himself away, stumbling back to his feet and breaking into a sprint. Banking a hard left, he ran for the light once more.

It didn't last long.

A moment later, he was crashing to the ground once more, a huge paw planted on his back as his chin cracked against the floor. Though he struggled, forearms braced against the cold ground beneath him, he could do nothing against his far more powerful attacker.

Something wet hit the back of his neck, followed by hot, dense breath. Then teeth. His captors wouldn't let him die, he knew that, but he didn't know how far they would let this go.

Gritting his teeth, he braced one palm against the ground, trying his hardest to throw his attacker off balance. The beast wavered, and he pressed harder, throwing his body to the side. Suddenly free, he scrambled upright once more, and lunged forward, grabbing the beast's head between his hands.

You're mine now.

The beast stopped.

Its' eyes turned white.

Immediately, the darkness disappeared.

Herobrine stumbled back as he found himself back in his cell, stopping short as he hit the far wall. His grip on the creature was gone - it had probably been deactivated as soon as he had taken over. He pressed a hand over his blind eye, blinking in the sudden light.

He shouldn't have done that. Shouldn't have shown them what he could do.

The dark grey was replaced once more by white, and he fell as his support disappeared. He didn't even try to catch himself, landing hard on his back and letting out a grunt as his eyes squeezed shut. Lowering his head onto the surface, he blinked his working eye open once more, staring up into the emptiness as he waited for his torment to continue.

Something appeared in the corner of his eye, and he raised his head.

Three of the creatures stood to his left, idle animations playing as they watched him. A fourth appeared, then a fifth. A sixth. Blinking tiredly, Herobrine only lowered his head, closing his eyes and waiting as the monsters charged.