Chapter 5
The World
Steve had created a small, oak plank house on the edge of the oak forest and grassland. Inside his base, there was only one furnace, one work bench, two chests, and one red bed. Player Steve had only been on the World for a day, but hell, it felt like an eternity to him. He was constantly looking behind his back, jumping at the smallest of sounds...although there weren't many sounds, the World was disturbingly quiet.
There was a cold, faint type of breeze that always seemed to always waver around the biomes, often making Steve shiver and wish he had a sweatshirt with him. The air was very thick and cool, not hot or making one feel uncomfortably warm at all. The World was rather...nice. The temperature was great and the quietness was relaxing. It enhanced Steve's thoughts.
Steve wasn't doing that much, not compared to his usual activity on other Worlds. On this World, Lava, he often found himself walking around, not fighting monsters, not chopping wood or mining coal, but just walking. Walking and thinking to himself. Or sometimes, walking and speaking to himself. The player from Alpha often muttered under his breath, mumbling things that were hard for others to understand. Years ago, he used to speak to himself so he felt less lonely...but now it's just become a habit for him.
"Herobrine sees me...I see you, Herobrine." Steve mumbled a little bit in paranoia, laughing quietly under his breath.
The youthful adventurer did feel scared, but he also felt very curious about the whole situation. He was on a World that Herobrine liked to live on. He was granted access to a World where Herobrine might be. Notch told him to go on a World that Herobrine inhabits.
This made Steve feel special. No other player ever has this experience. No other player is ever granted access to a very specific World which contains the Underworld God's hauntings. Steve was special, he was experiencing some special. Thinking about it in this type of way made Steve feel less frightened about being on the World. He should think of it as a privilege, a way to experience something that others have not experienced.
Steve stood atop a huge, stone mountain. The air was more breezy and cold up here, making Steve shake a little.
The player from Alpha smiled as he looked over the World, studying the grassland biome, the oak forest, and the sycamore biome out in the distance. He could see almost everything from up here, and it sure was a beautiful sight. There were small, winding rivers snaking their way through the oak forest and settling down below the towering stone mountains. The World was gorgeous. Cold, quiet, ominous, and gorgeous.
The cold breeze rocked through his body once more, making Steve stumble a bit. The sun was slowly starting to set to his left, the sky already turning a lightish pink color. Steve grew a little anxious as he watched the sun descend and decided to make his way home as fast as he could before the monsters started to come out. Steve thought that there might be even more monsters on this World because Herobrine roams around in it.
Steve scurried down the steep slope of the mountain, putting his hands up to the sky and doing a three-step leap off the edge of the stone slope, diving deep into the river water below. The cold water seemed to clear Steve's thoughts and refresh him, brushing along every inch of his body, cleansing him.
He gasped as he surfaced, spitting out some water he had collected in his mouth and stepping up onto the grassy blocks, sprinting towards the start of the oak forest where his house lay.
The sun had already gone under the stone mountains and the sky had turned a dark orange and yellow hue, making Steve sprint even faster, his shoes squelching and shirt flapping around in the cold wind. His house was about a hundred blocks in front of him and he reached his front door in only a matter of seconds. He sighed in relief and closed his oak door, sitting down on the ground happily, panting from his run.
His clothes were soaked and cold, plastered to his body in an uncomfortable way. Normally Steve would take them off and let them dry as he feel asleep, but in this World...Steve thought twice about doing such a thing. What if he's watching me? Steve's face grew hot and he nipped his lower lip. I can't take my clothes off...he might see me... But, maybe if I just dig a small hole in the ground then I'll be safe and he won't be able to see me.
Steve thought that was the best thing he could do, so he grabbed his stone shovel, flint and steel, pickaxe, and some wood. He quickly dug a 5 by 5 hole in the ground and filled the entrance with cobblestone. It already felt a lot more private in the small hole underground, so he didn't have any side thoughts when he took off his clothes. He placed some wood down and lit the wood with his flint and steel, making them burst into hot flames, the heat dancing along Steve's skin and making him sigh in comfort.
The Alpha player lay on the stone ground for many minutes, letting his clothes dry by the fire as his skin grew warm and relaxed. Steve started to drift in and out of consciousness, the fire making him almost fall asleep. He murmured drowsily, "Oh Herobrinnneee, come and get me. I'm all yours."
He giggled in distortion and closed his pretty violet eyes, rubbing his head shyly. He better not somehow be watching me. Or I'm going to kill him. Steve giggled again at his own thoughts.
Steve missed Alex a bit, but he was glad that she wasn't here. He would worry that if she were, she'd become very hostile and senseless, trying to hunt Herobrine down for sport. She'd probably end up getting herself captured or killed. That is why Notch didn't bring her up either in our conversation, he knows that she does not do well around the Underworld God. Perhaps Herobrine does not like her either.
Steve reminded himself that he can survive, he has the stick weapon Notch gave him. He has known Herobrine since the very beginning. They used to roam around in the same Worlds long ago in Alpha. Steve felt as if his survival rates automatically go up around Herobrine because of how they've known each other for so long. Herobrine has never killed Steve in the past, so why would he in the present or the future? For what reason would Herobrine want him to die? Why does Herobrine want to find me and capture me? Doesn't he already know that I'm here!? Why hasn't he came out to capture me yet?
Steve dismissed his thoughts and puffed out a loud breath of air, trying to shake the stress from his body.
The young miner picked up his warm, dry clothes from beside the fire and put them on once more, sighing in comfort at how hot they felt on his body. He put out the fire on the logs and went back up to the floor of his house, quickly throwing himself into his bed, his thoughts disappearing instantly at how cuddly and happy he felt.
Steve felt so warm and so comfortable that he fell asleep within only a few minutes, a small smile formed on his pink lips.
It was a cute smile.
Even He thought so.
"I-I don't know...I only bathe midday or sometimes at night if I'm alone...not in the morning sunlight!" Steve stammered.
The demon growled little, his fangs bearing at Steve, making the younger miner squeak and throw his hands over his head.
"I'm dirty. Wash me, human." The god snarled and yanked Steve's arm forward, making the human's shoulder socket pop at the powerful, unexpected force. Steve cried as the demon slapped his hand onto his muscular, filthy back. Dirt and sweat covered every inch of his skin, making Steve's hand grow wet and sticky with muck.
Steve grimaced and started rubbing the dirt off of Herobrine's back. He quickly did what Herobrine told him to do so he wouldn't get in trouble. The god's skin was cold and hard, feeling almost like obsidian. Steve splashed it with warm water and continued rubbing the filth off of his tanned skin, still clenching his teeth together in disgust.
Herobrine's skin started to become cleaner, in fact, all of the muck was gone. His skin was its normal, tanned color, his muscles glistening with water droplets as he breathed in and out. Steve couldn't help but study the god's muscles in curiosity. He wondered how strong the god really was. He must be able to destroy an entire World. His body sure looks like it's capable of doing such destruction.
The god abruptly turned around and put his large hands on Steve's shoulders, squeezing them a little. Steve looked up at him with large, fearful eyes. Herobrine's face was just a large blur, there were no details on his face. There was nothing except his eyes and his teeth. His teeth were sharp and long, pointing out towards Steve's face, as if trying to bite at his flesh.
"Turn around. Now I will wash you." The god spoke, his deep, cold voice sending shivers all over Steve's body.
The human obeyed and turned around, not wanting Herobrine to hurt him or become angry.
The god suddenly dug his hands into Steve's shoulder muscles by the base of his neck. He pulled at Steve's muscles and pushed his hands into Steve's skin roughly. Steve's breath hitched a little and he reached his hand backwards to grasp Herobrine's arm.
"Hmm. Now that doesn't feel so bad, does it, Steven?" The god spoke, chuckling, his breath hitting the back of Steve's neck.
"Mmm." Steve could only hum as the god massaged his shoulders. It did feel good. Steve wasn't used to another player putting their hands on him. He's never felt this before...a massage? That's what it is, right? Well, Steve liked being massaged then. It made him feel nice and loopy.
Herobrine's legs came up to the sides of Steve's hips, acting like barriers to keep Steve sitting in between his legs. Steve's cheeks and neck grew dark red in embarrassment as Herobrine purposefully pulled Steve backwards so the human was leaning back on his strong chest, his body seeming to sink and melt together with the demon's. Steve didn't quite understand what was going on, but he loved the feeling of it. The feeling of having another body against his...another player's hands on his skin...
"You are so easy to tame, Steve." The demon spoke, one of his hands coming up to gently rub Steve's cheek.
Steve turned his head back to look at Herobrine in confusion. What does that mean?
The human was greeted by a particularly handsome face. It seemed as if Herobrine's face had transformed into his real, extremely handsome, manipulative face, not the blurred, messed up face Steve had been seeing before.
Steve stared back at Herobrine in confusion. There was a small, precisely placed smile engraved on the demon's face.
Steve gasped and blinked opened his wild eyes, his pupils enlarging and scanning the walls of his oak plank house frantically. His hands were holding his red blankets tightly and his legs were crossed in an odd way. Steve panted and gulped, feeling a small droplet of sweat roll down his forehead.
He burst out of bed, throwing his red blankets aside and stomping out his front door, his head hot and confused. His tired, loopy eyes gazed up at the bright moon and he panted, yelling something he couldn't understand.
Steve was confused and only partially awake, solely acting on impulse. His dream caused him to grow nervous, he wanted to run away from his house, but his tired legs couldn't move him forward in the darkness. What is going on with me? Where am I?
The human found him laying on the ground, gazing up at the stars, his vision blurring and his head on fire. There was only one thing Steve could recall very well about his surroundings. There were no monsters. Not a single monster in the entire World was present.
