Silent Lovers Ch. 12


"By a little, just how much of my rations have you eaten, exactly?"

Herobrine raised an eyebrow at me before static started to surround him again and he teleported out of the room. I didn't have the chance to stand up and look for a way out when I heard a loud and angry yell.

"Well I'm guessing you found out?" I mumbled meekly. Herobrine was back in the room with a face red as a brick and eyebrows thicker than a villager's nose.

"So your definition of a little happens to be my entire pantry? There literally is nothing left, save for a few chunks of meat and opened cans just scattered around my kitchen floor. How did you even manage to get the things from the high shelf?..." As Herobrine kept ranting on, I found an opportune way of getting around him and through the door.

"Are you even listening to me, Ms. Eat-Everything-Including-Ghast-Meat?" I cussed under my breath as Herobrine teleported in front of me, blocking my way out of the room.

"And that was some pretty good ghast meat as well, not to mention the pigmen flesh. Cooked to perfection." I raised my hand to my belly, patting it in a mocking way.

"Look, darling," he drawled in a sarcastic way, "why don't we just stop this bickering and discuss some things over. Unless you just want to be here with me for eternity, that'd be fine too." He flashed a crooked smile.

"God, your cheesy."


I led Camille to a living room where we could sit down and talk. Though the second she walked in, she was already complaining.

"One couch, seriously dude I'm not planning on sleeping with you anytime soon and if you even try something, I'll be forced to use self defense on ya." She retorted, a grimace on her face as she looked to the couch, then me.

"I haven't tried anything in the bedroom, I won't try anything now."

It's just some playful flirting, I thought to myself casually. Camille was easy to talk to and she seemed much more comfortable talking to me now than how she was before I transformed.

I wonder why that is.


I sat on the opposite side of the couch so I can keep my distance from Herobrine and so my back isn't turned on him.

But he could always teleport behind me, in a blink of an eye. I'll just have to trust that he won't, I thought. Then again, I'll always have that against him...

My thoughts were interrupted when Herobrine started jabbering that mouth of his.

"So I can assume that you'd have questions like, How did you transform like that, or even, Herobrine, why are you so charming?" Herobrine clasped his hands together and put them near his face while making big eyes and pouty lips.

"Yes to the first one and I already know the answer to the second," I leaned in closer to him, "you're not."

"Okay," he started to mumble beneath his breath- something about zombies and lava- and looked back at me, "As I was saying before, I'm not human. I am on the verge of death, yet I still exist. It's like purgatory, but in this world. I have been existing for centuries and I've seen nations rise and fall, seasons change, people live then die."

The way Herobrine looked caught me. His eyes were distant and hazy, more so than his normally grey eyes. It was like he had a terrible secret, even worse than his own monstrous being, that only he knew. A secret he didn't want to share with me, for sure.

Herobrine droned on, speaking of foreign places and speaking in numerous languages, never stopping for a second. I swear we were in that room for years, Herobrine telling me his stories and philosophies. I didn't know why I didn't interrupt him, or even stop him. He held so much emotions in his eyes- emotions that I thought he wasn't capable of- and judging by his shock, he didn't know or forgot that he could feel and remember.

"The hardest thing is remembering. Remembering everything that had happened, everything that died or grew and died in the end. A never ending cycle, a loop, I'm stuck in limbo. It's like no matter how much I run or destroy, nothing changes, everything is for naught. The only thing that changes is the scenery, the people, and my clothes." Herobrine cracked out a smile, "Too bad my fashion sense doesn't change for the better,huh?"

My lips were sewn shut, I couldn't say anything. After all the things he's told me, what could I say. He goes off about life and death, reasons of living, limbo...then he tells a joke- a half assed one at that- he's just so unpredictable.

Maybe that unpredictability and his sudden vulnerability towards me is why my chest is thumping so irregularly.


Geez I have the worst kind of writer's block: the kind that still lingers even after you write something, making you incapable of writing anything really decent or writing enough to satiate readers you've held off long enough. Ugh.

Camille: HB is still an asshole.

Herobrine: But why? I share with you my experiences and my philosophies, things I haven't told any other living being. I've opened up to you, Camille. I even let you slide on the whole food thing.

Camille: Meh. I guess I can understand that killing isn't such a big thing to you, but you know...

HB: What?...seriously...WHAT?!

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