Author's Note: H-hey guys. Sorry for the super-late update... Had a severe case of writer's block. But I'm back now (hopefully)!

"Well, well, well..."

The lead aldawolf stumbled back into the clearing, his head drooping.

"We tried our best, sire - "

"SILENCE!" roared the other aldawolf. He was sitting on a throne made of bones, shrouded in shadows. His deep purple eyes glowed out of the darkness, and his scarlet tongue licked his long, yellowed fangs slowly, obscenely.

The lead aldawolf seemed to shrink. He whimpered and let his ears flop down, his tail and wings closing in around him.

"You are lucky that I am in a good mood today, Kyro, otherwise you would be dead by now," hissed the aldawolf that the other addressed as 'sire'. "Now, send a request from me, the Underwolf, to the Underwhere dragon king. Tell him I need, and would appreciate, a fleet of his finest men to be at my brief disposal, in order to exterminate these unwanted, ah, guests. Is that clear?"

"C-crystal, sire."

"Good," hissed the Underwolf, flicking his tail. "Now... off you go..."


Daisy groaned. This place sucked BALLS.

The THINGS here weren't helpful OR happy. In fact, Daisy doubted they even knew the word's meaning. No, they just loped around and droned about their own sorry pitiful death. It grated on her nerves, especially when they gave her the evil eye for interrupting their death talks.

"Uh, excuse me sir, do you - ?"

"Not now," hissed yet another pissed Shayde. "I'm telling this guy how I died."

"How?" said Daisy sarcastically. "Fell down a bottomless cliff? Jumped on a spike?"

"No," the other said indignantly. "It was a Lakitu who did it."

Daisy rolled her eyes and face-palmed, before moving off. They were so DULL. She wondered what Luigi was doing. Then, wave after wave of fear struck her.

Was he okay? Was he being hurt? Would he recognise her? If he was brainwashed, was he fighting it? WAS he brainwashed? Daisy shuddered at the thoughts.

In fact, she was so peoccupied, she didn't even notice the ferry she almost ran head-first into.

"GAH!" The princess withdrew, rubbing her head, and gazing up to a slightly-elevated old man holding a staff or stick of sorts. He waved.

"Now what kinda pretty lady like you's doing down here?" he asked, baring a toothless grin.

Daisy shuddered at the nauseating sight. "Er, I'm just here to find my boyfriend. Um, and friends. Yeah."

The ferryman chuckled weakly. "I'm Charold. Got any coinssss? Four, if you wanna get to the other side."

Daisy looked at the harmless-looking, albeit strangely-coloured water. "N-no thanks. Um, I'll just swim."

Charold chuckled again. "Don't reccomend that, lil' lady. That's poissson."

The flower princess frowned at Charold. What was with the occasional descent into lisping? She shook it off and dug into her pocket.

Her empty pocket.

Daisy swore, and looked up at Charold. He was sneering creepily at her. Daisy stepped back, and was already half-running away from the ferryman when she yelled over her shoulder, "Sorry, no coins here!"

Charold snickered. Cute girl. But no brains, that was for sure.


"Daisy's smart," said Luigi dreamily, "and she's... great. Athletic, sporty, strong, loyal, cute..."

Herobrine snorted at his friend's lovestruck state. They were in the Nether, on a quest their master had sent them on. Luigi still had trouble getting his tongue around the word "master", but Herobrine was fine with it. Besides, they were in the Nether. Brine's favourite place.

Of course, that didn't really apply to Luigi. The first time they had appeared here, he had screamed like a girl and hid from the pigmen. Herobrine had had to force him into the portal, and even then Luigi had fought. He was strong.

Surprisingly.

Well, that was neither here nor there, Herobrine mused, as he mined netherrack continuously. He had brought along a bit of wood, and had made a makeshift chair for Luigi to sit on while he jabbered on about his love. To be frank, Herobrine quite liked romance. Not the gushy kind of stuff, however. The nice... subtle kind, as it were.

If I had my own love...

Well, what would Herobrine be then? Not a monster, for one. Maybe recognised as the true brother of the almighty Notch. But that would never happen. These brotherhood issues were far too... well, he didn't know. Common, maybe? Mario and Luigi. Thor and Loki. Calder and Scale. Notch and him.

But if it had all been different...

If I had my own love,
She would be fine.
Smart, courageous and strong.
She would have beauty never seen by the likes of men.

If I had my own love,
So happy I would be.
We'd run and play from dusk till dawn and then...

"We've known each other since we were kids!"

Luigi's overly-happy voice suddenly broke into Herobrine's icy thoughts. The white-eyed Minecraftian jerked upwards, hand flying to his sword instinctively. When he caught sight of Luigi's suddenly pale face, he quickly let his hand relax.

"S-sorry," he apologised. "Y-you startled me. That's all."

"Startled..." Luigi repeated faintly. "S-startled you?!"

Herobrine then couldn't help - with the aid of one more glance at the plumber's face - but to burst out laughing. And, for a time, that was all Luigi could get out of the young man. Unceasing, continuous, uncontrollable laughter. Tears of mirth streamed down his face, and Luigi began to grow scared.

No-one could laugh for so long...

And then he caught sight of Herobrine's face, almost split in half by his grin. His bright, gleeful, crazy, insane grin. Luigi got up from his kneeling position immediately, staggering back. Herobrine's eyes suddenly began to darken. Red pinpricks appeared in their depths, and he suddenly flew up into the air, just... hovering.

And then Herobrine drew his obsidian sword, his left hand engulfed in twisting, burning flames. And the flames shot forwards and took him.