'Welcome back, to the Minecraft Interviews! Where, like in the Hunger Games, we interview people before sending them to their deaths.'
iluvpb22, that is so awesome, I think I'm seriously going to use it at the beginning of the chapters, now. :) If anybody else has got a catch phrase or something similar, go ahead and share it!
Oh, and btw, last chapter, I meant to say Ingot of Magic, not Ingot of Power, since there was already a Nether Star of Power, so, yeah.
As all of the mobs very suddenly and painfully hit the ground, and as his knees doubled under him, Tyler remembered why he hated universe-travel. He stood up and looked around. The ground was orange, the streams around it a sparkling purple, and smelled like mint.
"Baby Mooshroom, where are we?" Zeus tested her.
"Um...universe Clubitretor, on planet..." She frowned, a crease forming on her forehead. "Riom?"
"No, that's one of the three moons for this planet, which is Ericur." Zeus replied.
Baby Mooshroom nodded. "And, when we get to the Ingot of Power, who gets it?"
"Whoever touches it first." Zeus shrugged.
"Yeah, let's just keep going around, getting who-knows-how-many Items from unknown planets, while hoping that these hands things can't run faster than us, and hope we don't die." Creeper rolled his eyes. "Pretty flawed plan to me."
"Okay, first of all, some of us know the planets, second, they're not hand things they're actually giants, but they can make most of themselves disappear, so they just leave their hand, to look all important, but I think they're just weird, and they can universe-travel, not run, and if we get the Items, they probably won't kill us." Zeus said.
"And dere are only twen Items." Baby Mooshroom said. "First, the Emerald of Time, second, the Nether Star of Power, third, the Lens of Sight, fourth, the Redstone of Randomness, fifth, the Ingot of Magic, sixth, Flint n' Steel of Hate, seventh, the Golden Apple of Love, eighth, the Dagger of the Light, ninth, the Ring of the Dark, tenth, the Blood of Self-Sacrifice."
"Right. So, Herobrine, can you give us a ride?" Zeus asked.
"Sure." Herobrine replied, and then closed his eyes, which flew open when he heard a roar that shook the ground. "Here, boy!" The ground shook four times.
"Herobrine..." Zeus shook his head. "What...exactly...did you summon?"
Herobrine smiled. "I hope you guys like prehistoric pets."
The roar, this time, was much closer. Herobrine turned around. "Hey bud!"
His prehistoric pet was a robot, gleaming, silver tyrannosaurus, with large, white eyes, and a collar that read 'Dagger.' Dagger roared and then licked Herobrine.
"Jeez, stop, stop!" Herobrine tried to move him away, but he might as well have tried to push a mountain. Dagger jumped up and down. "Okay, okay, can you give us a ride, now?" Dagger glared in Kristina's direction, and then stooped down so that everyone could get on, but Kristina frowned.
"I think I'll just walk, thanks."
"Walk? You think you could keep up with Dagger, even if you ran?" Herobrine laughed.
Kristina grumbled and got on Dagger, who growled and shifted as if a cold air had come over him.
"Alright, boy, let's go!" Herobrine called, and Dagger took off with a screaming Kristina on his back. This seemed to amuse the dinosaur. It didn't take him long to get to the Ingot of Magic; it didn't take him long at all. But that was the easy part.
Zeus gritted his teeth as he looked at the cave. "This isn't good."
"What?" Kristina stared at it. "The Ingot of Magic has its own protection, just like any Item...right?"
"Yes."
"And what does it do?" Herobrine asked.
"It's not what it does, it's what you do. That tunnel is full of choices at every turn, choices that aren't supposed to be real, but they sure seem like it, and it's meant to test you. Only those with pure intentions are supposed to get through."
"Supposed?"
"Those who really want the Ingot of Magic usually don't care about pure intentions, or choices." Zeus replied. "But for some reason, none of them have ever gotten to it, mostly because only an almost-perfect, almost-pure person can touch it. There's nobody like that. But, it's worth a shot."
"And...if we fail the choices?" Kristina asked.
"You can't really fail, since there's no wrong or right choice, but if the Ingot doesn't like you..." Zeus winced. "Nobody ever sees 'em again. I think they die horrible, painful deaths, but that's just my opinion." He shrugged, and then rubbed his hands together. "So, who's coming?"
Herobrine shook his head. "'Almost-pure?' Heh, no."
Kristina winced. "Well, I-"
"I'm going." Baby Mooshroom spoke up.
"Oh, you are, are you?" Mama Mooshroom's stare said otherwise.
"Uh, y-yeah, I am."
Mama Mooshroom sighed. "Then I guess I'm going too."
Baby Sheep wanted to go as well, so Kristina gave in, Zeus said he'd go, Ashley wanted to, Creeper and Enderman stood forward, and Susan said she'd go, and Steve agreed as well.
"I went in there, once, partly. I think they split everyone up, so just try and choose what you think is right, and if you need help, yell." Zeus said, and then he walked into the glowing cave.
Baby Mooshroom woke up to being alone, which panicked her. She had never done something alone, not something this important. And what she saw horrified her. She was in an alleyway that smelled like rats and trash, with two men standing on either side of her.
"You can't be trusted, you're a fake, a fraud!" The one to her left shouted, who had hair combed back, wearing a crown, golden rings, and a long, purple robe. He pointed a jeweled finger at the other one, who was the exact opposite; hair like a mop, rags for clothes, and a toothy grin. "Baby Mooshroom, Master of the Ingot of Magic, you can't trust him!"
"M-Master?" Baby Mooshroom repeated.
"Please," The jeweled man said, "choose me to be your second in command, I will not disgrace you with little details and secrets, and I am not accused of being a murderer, unlike him!"
The man in rags smiled from ear to ear, and by the laugh marks on his eyes and wrinkles on his cheeks, he did it often. His eyes were unfeeling but alert. "Ah, but I am not a murderer, no more than you are satisfied with all of the gold you have. You are greedy, and I only keep secrets to protect my master." His eyes turned to Baby Mooshroom. "You do believe me, don't you?"
"To protect? To harm, more likely! Go and die in the sewer where you belong, pheasant!" The golden man ran up and kicked the other, while the man in rags protected his face with his arms.
A light blinded her, and a quiet, calm voice came into her ear. 'I am the Helper, and I will gives you hints on each of the five choices. This one is deciding who to trust, and how to handle it. If you do not trust, or if you do not know how to handle it, you will not reach the Ingot of Magic.' The light faded, leaving her in the unadjustably dark alley, the two man staring at each other like nothing had happened.
Baby Mooshroom had to think quickly, and the answer was simple. She didn't trust either of them. "Stop it, stop, both of you!"
The one wearing gold froze, and turned to her. "He is a traitor, Master. Let me handle this-"
"No, I will handle it, thank you." Baby Mooshroom cut in, and then thought for a long time. "To prove that you are not greedy," She turned to the first one, and then the other, "and to prove that you will not try to steal when given something you don't look like you've ever had, you two need to swap clothes."
Both of them stared at her like she was a lunatic.
"What?" The one in gold whispered.
"Yes."
The one in rags smiled. "I like that idea, it's smart."
"How? How would changing clothes prove anyth-"
"If you are not greedy, then you should not care." Baby Mooshroom cut in.
The one in gold's face fell, but he quickly fixed it with a smile. "All right, master," he grabbed the ends of his robe, "but you can't look."
"Oh, right." She turned around and waited for a couple minutes. She was about to ask if they were done when she heard running footsteps. She saw a naked butt running away, the owner of it having combed hair, and thee one who used to be in gold turned down a corner and out of sight.
The one who was only halfway out of his rags laughed. "He is greedy, and doesn't want to be seen as such. Now he will, instead, be seen as an idiot."
Baby Mooshroom stared at him. "And why don't you change into his robes, then?"
"Because my old, ugly body is unfit for it, master. If it were smaller, it would suit you." He replied with a toothless smile. And then the bright light came again.
The light around her faded and shrunk until it was a round circle in the sky, the sun. She held up a hoof to block its view from her face, and was able to look around. She was in the middle of the sky, quite literally. There was a strange mix of grass, vines, flowers, and leaves under her, somehow floating in midair. She wasn't sure if there was ground or not; there was blue and directions, as far as she could see. For being so high up, Baby Mooshroom couldn't help but feel that her little leaves that somehow held her were a little thin for her taste. And that was before it began to shrink, inch by inch, at an irritatingly constant, merciless speed.
Her heart beated in her chest as she walked closer towards the edge. One of the leaves rustled and fell, and Baby Mooshroom watched it, and her knees began to shake. What would happen if she fell? Would she eventually hit the ground, and get to feel all of her bones crack in her body, (she cringed,) or would she keep on falling forever? Which would be worse? If she died in whatever kind of dream this was, would she die in real life, too? Was this real life?
And then the Helper's voice came back. 'I am the Helper, and after this task you are to have figured how to do the tasks, and I will not help you anymore, to test you further. In this task you must prove that you are able to overcome fear. If you are not afraid, or if you are not able to be brave, you will not reach the Ingot of Magic. In this task, you must jump.'
Jump? Repeated a voice in her head. Jump?! The leaves on her back legs disappeared, and she inched towards the end of the pile. She hardly had any more room to stand. She ignored the beating in her chest, and closed her eyes, and let her body lean off the leaves, and tried to pretend that she wasn't falling, she was just jumping off one of the cliffs by her home into a large pool of water, or doing a trust fall with one of the other mooshrooms. It relaxed her a bit, but the doubts still came to her mind, and as she discarded them, they rang in her head. What if I do die? What if I don't, and I just keep falling? What if I never see Mama or Kristina or Herobrine again?
But it was too late for the nagging second-thoughts, because her hooves left the remaining leaves. She might have possibly liked to have opened her eyes, but the wind was too strong in her ears, as she fell fast and long. When she finally did open her eyes, she was blinded by the light again.
When she was able to open them again, she was much more warm than the icy wind seeping into her fur. She was on top of something golden, tall, and also very comfortable. She was in a golden, jeweled throne room, and she was on a throne. Three men stood before her, two of them in uniforms, the third in a cloak. The first two were holding the third from his elbows, while shoving him down to keep him on his knees.
"Baby Mooshroom, Keeper of the Ingot of Magic, as your loyal guards, we've searched on your orders, and we believe this is the traitor you've been looking for." One of the men in uniforms called.
Baby Mooshroom blinked, and cleared her throat. "U-Um, yes, he may be, but I have trouble identifying him. Remove his cloak."
The second uniformed man ripped off the hood, and, to Baby Mooshroom's astonishment, Herobrine stood on his knees before her, disheveled, but white eyes in a dark glare.
"Do you recognize him, Mistress?" The first guard asked.
Baby Mooshroom cleared her throat again, having been giving Herobrine a blank stare. "I'm having trouble, he has one who looks almost exactly like him. Retell his crimes to him, and see how he will respond." She said this, mostly, because she didn't know exactly what Herobrine had 'apparently' done, and she wanted to see if it was real or not.
The guards didn't seem to like this idea, at all, with both of them cringing, but the first spoke up. "He has been tried with harming the innocent, biting their necks, and terrifying everyone among the country side. He is tried with treason, but his punishment is up to you, Mistress."
Baby Mooshroom turned towards Herobrine, who had grinned while the guard didn't add in very many details, probably for a good reason. "Do you deny any of this?"
She had thought that he would try to lie, but she wondered how well of a liar he would be if he did. For all she knew, he was a good liar, and that was why she didn't suspect him to be.
But Herobrine laughed, and shook his head. "No, I don't."
Baby Mooshroom wasn't sure if this meant he wouldn't be able to play of the part of innocent, but she took one look into his eyes and knew the answer; he was plenty capable of pretending, but why deny the things he had done so gleefully? Or had he really done it? Was this Herobrine the real one? With a little tingle of fear, she realized that it easily could be; Herobrine would have acted such a way.
Baby Mooshroom bit her lip, and looked at Herobrine for a moment, and decided to take advantage on his pleasure. "Really? Then, is there anything you'd like to add to it? Did the guards forget something?"
His grin widened, if that was possible. "Yes, they did. They didn't mention how the blood from all the others drowned the ones who were injured and couldn't get up, so it raised the amount of total dead."
He said this like he could be talking about his favorite drink, (technically, he was,) with a casual and happy tone. The second guard's face turned green.
And Herobrine wasn't done yet, and he turned to the second one. "So, tell me, do you know how many died?"
"Um...87." The second guard guessed.
Herobrine shook his head. "88. I always do double numbers, it's a necessity, really." He turned to Baby Mooshroom, and stared at her with a challenging stare. "So, tell me, 'Mistress,' how will you punish an obvious bloodthirsty vampire, who's already slaughtered 88 people?"
Baby Mooshroom stared at him for a long moment. What was this scene supposed to be about? Figuring out how to make Herobrine pay? What good would that do, how would that prove anything? She winced a little, trying to imagine making Herobrine writhe in pain. She kept seeing him jump in front of her, shielding her.
And then something clicked in her mind. (As did an echoing voice who said, 'Room 257,' over and over again.) She knew what to do.
"Guards, take Herobrine to Room 257..." She said.
Herobrine tensed up, and eyed the guards, who stood, frozen, with eyes wide. Herobrine was just waiting for them to move. He wasn't going down without a fight.
The second guard, who had recovered from the shock faster than the first, stammered, "But Mistress, Room 257 is our finest guest room."
"I know." Baby Mooshroom was surprisingly telling the truth. Somehow, she knew. "And you are to escort him there, not drag him there, he is a guest now."
Herobrine froze as the guards, reluctantly, let go of his arms, but he only stared at Baby Mooshroom, brows furrowed. "But why?"
"Because it's better to have a guest than a murderer. However," She glared at him, "If you harm another soul, I won't be that generous. Guards, I also suggest locking his doors; wouldn't want anyone coming in on him." She said.
Herobrine laughed. "No locked doors can hold me. That's as good as opening the door for me."
"Well, maybe someone like you needs more open doors." Baby Mooshroom shrugged, and then the light blinded her once again.
When she opened her eyes, she was in a dungeon, standing in front of a cage, where Baby Sheep stood in chains.
"Mooshroom?" Baby Sheep looked up. "What are you doing here?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing. Why are you all locked up?"
Baby Sheep laughed. "Like you don't know. Apparently, you can get in trouble for helping the Great Devourer on her hunting spree, well, sucking spree, of criminals. She's locked up somewhere else, but I gotta find her."
"I can try and get you out." Baby Mooshroom said, and looked around for the key to Baby Sheep's cage. She found it on a dozing guard's belt, and unlocked Baby Sheep's cell, as well as the chains on her ankles. Baby Sheep hopped out, rubbing her hoof where the chains were, which had red marks and looked sore, and she muttered, "Thanks."
"Do you know where Kristina is?" Baby Mooshroom asked.
"I wish I did. I'll just have to look through all of them, I guess." Baby Sheep replied.
"We'll have to look through all of them." Baby Mooshroom corrected.
The two tiny mobs began to check the dungeon, darting around a corner or ducking into the shadows when a guard walked by, and still they saw no Kristina. Their problems doubled when they saw two doorways, leading in directions they couldn't see.
"I think we should go left." Baby Sheep said, at the same moment Baby Mooshroom said "I think we should go right."
Baby Sheep shrugged. "We could split up."
Baby Mooshroom shook her head. "Haven't you learned anything from the movies we watched earlier? Never, I repeat, never split up and go somewhere alone. If everyone in horror movies followed that rule, most of them might still be alive."
Baby Sheep grinned. "Having seeing more horror movies than you, I'd have to agree. But all the people who die in horror movies are stupid, you know? Otherwise they'd be alive."
"Maybe it's not that they're stupid, maybe it's just that hysteria does that kind of thing to them." Baby Mooshroom shrugged. "Anyway, we're not splitting up. Let's just go left, and if its wrong, we'll turn around and go right. Fair?"
"Fair."
They both turned left and looked through the following cells, cringing at the musky smell, which Baby Sheep could detect was a mixture of blood, sweat, and something sweet and bitter at the same time. None of the cells held the 'Great Devourer', which didn't surprise Baby Sheep very much. There wasn't one that could hold half immortal beings for very long, especially not Kristina.
That's when Kristina came running past them, stopping short when she reconized them. "Guys? What are you doing here?!"
"Baby Mooshroom got me out." Baby Sheep replied.
Kristina grinned. "Big surprise. We have to get out of here, though, they were right behind me-"
That's when the guards came. Baby Mooshroom hoped it was all of the guards in the whole dungeon, or wherever they were, because it sure seemed like it. She counted over thirty before more came and it became too hard to count.
Kristina and Baby Mooshroom were already running, but Baby Sheep held up her hooves. "Yeah! Let's do this, you cowa-woah!" Kristina grabbed her, and Baby Sheep protested, but didn't struggle. "Why don't you just suck their souls out?"
"Are you kidding? All of them at once? I'd go crazy with power. Besides, they're just doing their jobs. I'm surprised most of them even have the guts to come at us. I mean, yes, they were told that if I got out, they were to kill on sight, but if I was a mortal, told to kill a half-mortal, no matter the numbers we had, I'd laugh."
So they kept on running, but Kristina stopped short as twenty guards blocked their way. Kristina, with gritted teeth, lowered her hand to the diamond dagger in her belt, in the process, releasing Baby Sheep, who stood, ready to charge.
But Kristina did not want to fight quite as much as her admirer. The motion was too quick for the naked eye to see; her arm jerked, the dagger flew, and dug into an arm of one of the guards, who howled in pain as he yanked it out. Everyone had turned to look in that general direction, but Kristina had used that to her advantage, doing a front flip over their heads. A few of them recovered fast enough to attack her, but not fast enough.
She landed on the other side of them, and the guards all turned around. She held out her hand, and the gleaming dagger came flying into it. Then she, too, turned around, and stared at all of them, almost daring them to come at her. But she was also staring at Baby Sheep and Mooshroom, whom she made a swooping motion at, and they understood; she was bigger, so she went over, but they were small enough to go under.
Baby Sheep and Baby Mooshroom exchanged a glance before Baby Sheep jumped between the space of two guards, but the guards whirled around and aimed his spear at her, and she stopped short, just before they had their hands on her, on her neck. Kristina, with a pale face, aimed her knife at them, but her horror made her usually deadly accurate aim fail her. Baby Mooshroom was panicking as well, and did something much worse. It wasn't a choice, it wasn't an option, it wasn't a thought. It was something she simply did.
She jumped at the face of the one that held Baby Sheep, and he yelled as she bit him till he bled, and Baby Sheep was freed. But then the other came down on her, aimed for her head, and Baby Mooshroom got to get a glimpse of Baby Sheep and Kristina, with tears in their eyes, running away, before she heard something in her neck snap.
For a moment, Baby Mooshroom wondered if she was really dead, this time. There was no pain, but there wasn't any light, either. She was in the dark. But that wasn't what scared her, that wasn't what caused her knees to start shaking, and her heart to speed up, and her stomach to flop. What scared her is what she heard. It was Kristina's voice, screaming. And laughter, constant, evil laughter. She couldn't tell whose it was. It sounded distantly familiar, and though she couldn't remember who it was, that voice wasn't associated with good memories.
Then Mama Mooshroom's joined in."Help, someone, anyone!"
"Make it stop, make it stop, please, it burns..." Herobrine's unusual broken sounding voice.
But then it was everyone's, every mob Baby Mooshroom could name...
"Help us, save us, why don't you do something?! Please, we're dying..."
Baby Mooshroom shut her eyes tight, and blinked away the tears in them. It's not real, it can't be real, they all didn't even come in here...
Unless the Ingot of Magic can make them...
Baby Mooshroom saw all of their faces. Her mother's laugh, and over-protective stare, Kristina flashing a smile, Herobrine jumping in front of her, the look on Herobrine's face when Baby Mooshroom tried to be irresistibly adorable, and more. Baby Sheep's singing voice, Creeper's eyes when Midnight hugged him, Enderman's suppressed smiles, Ghast's full mouth and Iron Golem's triumphant laugh, (followed by being slapped in the face by a snowball.)
Baby Mooshroom let out a broken laugh, while the tears fell down, as she stared into the dark, round and round, trying to find them. Once she had tried to scream out to them, but there was never a reply. And there was no one else there. Surely, she tried to soothe herself as her front legs began to shake, surely the Ingot of Magic can't just harm anyone it chooses. Surely it hasn't touched my friends, or my family. It didn't work, though; somehow her constant, loud, pounding thoughts of reasoning and lame reassurances weren't heard beneath the quiet, sure, knife-like voice of doubts.
One of her tears fell to the ground. It seemed to glow, and the light brightened, as she gladly welcomed it, as the dark was consumed and disappeared entirely, and then she stood in a brightly lit hall the end of it unseen but glowing golden, the room smelling of roses and the ocean. A wind blew past her from the doorway, a breeze similar to one that you felt when you were burning under the summer sun, and it was the kind of cool, crisp breeze that you would hold onto while it lasted.
Somehow all of this made all of her worries disappear, and made all of the tasks or whatever they were, all of the torture, more likely, seem like a bad dream. Wherever she was now felt more real, the warmth, the smile that now hovered on her lips, though it was tentative and would be quick to disappear at the slightest provocation. No, it didn't feel more real, because all of the tasks felt real. But she just wanted this one to be more than a dream.
Baby Mooshroom couldn't help it anymore, and stepped through the doorway. There her breath was taken away like the wind that curled around her, seeming to come from the chest that stood at the end of the room. There were jewels and flowers and gold, gold everywhere, gleaming in the walls and in the floors, polished so she could see her own excited reflection in it. Somehow she knew that in that chest would be something stunning, something breath-taking. She stepped towards it. Somehow she knew that that chest held her prize.
Tentatively and slowly, she walked towards it. Was this the Ingot of Magic? And if so, she glanced around, why was there not something to stop her from getting it? Did she finally win? Or is this the final test?
She was at the chest, which, now, up close, sparkled and brightened when she turned it towards the light, gems and rubies and sapphires decorating it, in a strategically gorgeous way. She slowly opened the lid, which creaking sounded loud in the suddenly quiet-seeming room. There hadn't been any noise earlier, either, but in those first few moments she had heard and felt nothing but her heart pounding in her ears, and the music of her joy in them. But now the cautious part of her came out. Would she have to do another task?
In the chest, lying on a purple, velvety silk, was an ingot of gold, gleaming back at her, with a glory that stunned her for.. She stared at it for a couple moments before remembering what it was, why she was holding it like it was a buried treasure, and why she was also scared to touch it. 'Almost perfect...almost pure...pure intentions...' came Zeus's voice inside her head. She was nowhere near perfect. Not even close. No one is. And neither is the Ingot of Magic, because it goes looking for people. If it really does have a mind of its own, it needs to learn that there are no perfect people in the world, that there is no such thing, and that there never could be. It cannot try to control who controls it like that forever.
She held out a hoof and touched it. It glowed with a brightness that blinded her for a moment, and then it was the Helper's voice again, and somehow Baby Sheep knew that the Helper was really the Ingot of Magic itself. It spoke only two words; 'Thank you.'
And then she blinked, and she could see Baby Sheep, walking slowly, and looking around, and her eyes widened when she saw her. "So! You're 'almost-perfect' too, huh?" She rolled her eyes. "Or maybe we're just younger so we're more innocent or something...I don't think that's the case for me, actually." Baby Sheep amended.
Baby Mooshroom nodded. They both understood. She held out the Ingot of Magic. "Here, you take it."
"What? No, you got here first and-"
"-And I already have an Item bonded to me, anyways. I don't need it, just take it. It's fair."
Baby Sheep stared at it for a bit, and shook her head. "You know I'll just give it to Kristina."
"And she'll try and give it back to you."
Baby Sheep rolled her eyes, but came up, and took the Ingot of Magic. And then the room grew bright again.
When they were able to see, there was everyone before them, Zeus, Herobrine, Steve, Enderman, you name it, and they were there.
"What just...happened?" Susan asked.
"Wow! Baby Sheep and Baby Mooshroom being the pure ones. Why didn't I see that coming?" Snow Golem muttered, noticing that both of the small mobs held one end of the ingot.
"We're not 'pure.'" Baby Sheep retorted.
Baby Mooshroom let go of the ingot, and Baby Sheep handed it to Kristina, who instantly protested, and though Baby Sheep ended up giving it to her, and Kristina just gave it to the first person who asked, who happened to be Steve.
Steve grinned, and the outlines of his pupils turned gold. Anyone else who held the Ingot of Magic had tried not to tell everyone else how amazing it felt, like light was flowing through your veins, like you could do anything. At that moment, Steve was feeling daring, and calling out, "Hey, Herobrine!"
Herobrine had been in a tense conversation with his father, that had led Zeus to smile, but the white-eyed fiend stopped to look at Steve, who was coming closer.
"...Yeah?" Herobrine replied, shifting when seeing the dark glare in Steve's eyes. When Herobrine backed away a little, Zeus blocked his path, his lips turned upwards, a laugh in his throat. It made Herobrine's stomach squirm.
And then, with a speed that Steve didn't usually have, he punched Herobrine squarely in the gut. "That," He growled, grinning by the way Herobrine doubled over, "is for my mother."
"Father of Feathers, why did that hurt me?" Herobrine muttered.
Steve held up the ingot in response, causing Herobrine to groan. They both had an item, but Steve's made him more magical, more powerful, so that Steve and Herobrine now had basically equal strength.
Susan stared at her son sternly, but there was a smile on her lips. "I could've done that, you know."
"Yeah, but I needed to." Steve replied.
"True."
Zeus stared at the sky. "So, we've got that Item down. Let's go get the others."
Baby Mooshroom's giddy feeling didn't go away for a while, not when the universe-travelling made her insides feel squished, not when she wondered about what she would have to face next. She was ready for whatever they could throw at her.
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