Welcome back, to the Minecraft Interviews! Where, like in the Hunger Games, we interview people before sending them to their deaths. As one review said, the chapters seemed too short, so I'm making them longer. The next one will be, but this one's only 4,000. I know, but I had some trouble with this one. The next ones will be longer. But how long SHOULD it be? 5,000 words? 7,000? 9,000? Let me know!

Also, a question from a guest. As I've already said, I'm not posting interviews, just full-story mode, until the last chapter, which will be the ultimate interview and I assume A LOT of words long. (Wish our characters luck in that chapter.) If you post a question, I will use it in the last chapter. When I have finished the actual story, I will give you guys a week to post all the questions and dares you want.

Now, back to the story. Let's keep going, shall we?

"Wait, what?" Kristina asked. "Oh. Daddy, what're we gonna do?"

"I don't know. Uh, try not to get injured?" Zeus shrugged. "Also..."

Kristina's and Herobrine's eyes turned to Zeus's wrist, which had two teeth marks in them.

"Shit." The siblings said at the same time.

"Okay, you guys need to start explaining right about now." Steve rolled his eyes.

"The Flint 'n' Steel of Hate? It's lit and fueled by greed, desire, jealousy, idiocy, whatever makes you hate someone, basically. In other words, it's powered by hate. And it had a lot of power when we were fighting the golems. But, like the other Items, the Flint 'n' Steel of Hate was made by one specific species of some sort. Like the ones who invented the Emerald of Time was the Daughters of Mother Minecraft. Or the Nether Star of Power was made by..."

"Wither Skeletons. Or Wither Bosses." Wither Skeleton replied.

"Yes. That specific Item is meant to give power to that specific species. Unfortunately, for the Flint 'n' Steel of Hate, it was vampires." Zeus sighed. "Kind of turns on their whole hunting mode, and shuts off the rest of them. After the Flint 'n' Steel is turned off, they usually can barely remember what happened. Brings out the worst of them, basically. And once it's started, it's doesn't stop. Even if, which by the way is impossible, I've looked into it, the Flint 'n' Steel was somehow destroyed, Herobrine would still end up like...that, whenever he gets near blood."

"And...I bit you?" Herobrine frowned.

Zeus nodded. "Which means I'll probably end up about as strong as a half Immortal in an hour or so," he gave them a fake smile, "which probably isn't going to help with my landing skills when it comes to universe travel."

"Which means we won't have a full Immortal on our side! And we'll be fighting three Immortals who hate us." Kristina groaned.

"Two Immortals." Zeus corrected. "Tarak is not the kind of Immortal to go back on his word, that's at least one thing I can trust about him. I don't think we should expect any help, though." Zeus glared at Ashley. "By the way, I know you've been planning this. I'm on to you."

"What? I don't even know what you're talking about." Ashley rolled her eyes. "Besides, I'm the one with the wound, here. Gosh."

"Which you technically gave yourself."

"Technically, yes."

"So, you were planning that, at least."

Herobrine glared at her.

"Sorry, sorry! Had to, it's working towards the end of the story. I think I've finally figured it all out...Herobrine, this is going to sound weird, but is there a limit to how much blood a vampire can drink?"

Herobrine blinked. "A couple gallons, I guess. I don't know...I'm usually able to stop myself!"

"Hey, hey, the only one you even started to attack was me, for crying out loud, so I should be the one complaining. No, actually, that wouldn't make any sense, because I did kind of set you on me, you know? So..."

"Father of Feathers, you are ridiculous!"

Zeus frowned. "Guys, we don't have time for this. Naaz and Akbar can track us. Not as well without Tarak, but they can still figure out which Item we would have gone after. Come on."

"Alright, alright." Herobrine growled. "But I'm watching every little plot twist you make, 'writer.'"

"Okay, okay, jeez." Ashley put her hands up. "Let's get going, then. What Item are we getting?"

"The Golden Apple of Love." Tyler replied.

"Okay, better yet, where are we?"

"Universe Elmentis, planet Daisiques." Baby Mooshroom replied.

"Or, as I like to call it, planet looks-can-be-deceiving. If you do not want to die, I recommend not trusting anything. If it looks beautiful, don't look at it, and don't touch it. If it looks delicious, don't eat it. And, most of all, if it looks harmless, back away slowly. This planet is about as deadly as an angry, overprotective mother."

"This place?" Blaze looked around at the flowers, trees, plants, and ponds, and watching squirrels hop from tree to tree, while birds chirped higher than a chorus. "Dangerous?" She reached out and touched the nearest flower, a bright blue one with a silver center. The moment she made contact with it, vines ripped from the ground and flew around her, binding her so that her breath caught, and it pulled her towards the center of the flower, which was now open like a wide, black, bottomless mouth. And though she tried, her fire couldn't burn the roots that only tightened around her. Ghast called out her name, while the mobs rushed to her aid, but Zeus got there first.

Zeus grabbed Blaze and used all his might, which didn't seem as strong as he used to, to free her, and then slapped the flower away, which had gurgled angrily. "Yes, Blaze, this place is very dangerous."

"Got it." Blaze gasped for breath, coughing a bit. "Where would the Golden Apple of Love be?"

"Up on the highest hill, right where the sun seems to go from gold to bright yellow when the sun rises and sets. It's said that that gold goes into the apple tree there, and into the apples. Kind of...a gift from the sun to the planet." Creeper said. Everyone looked at him. "What? I read about it."

"Well, whatever you read is correct. Let's go." Zeus said. "Oh, and, be quiet. The thing guarding the golden apple tree is probably worse than all the flowers here, combined."

So they kept on going on a long, boring trek up the mountain. Yet the most bored and exhausted one was Steve, and being like that meant that he got that last little bit of adrenaline equal to that of a happy shot. He slowly walked closer towards Herobrine, who, like everyone else who had an Item, held the Redstone of Randomness in his hand. Steve snatched it away, making Herobrine glare at him and grab it back.

Steve frowned, disappointed. His voice was ever so slightly slurred. "Why didn't that hurt you like Zeus said it would?"

"Steve, that's not 'ripping it from his body,'" Zeus rolled his eyes, "they have to actually have the Item merged with them, which is basically where you become one with the Item, because it's not always a good thing, because if the Item is taken out, a part of you will go with it, a pretty big part. Not like physically...it's kind of hard to explain. Basically, you have to say a chant, and pretty much just shove the Item into your chest." He smirked. "It's actually kinda fun. Hell, you could merge other people with the Items. It's weird, though, since it's not good to have the Item forced into you. Don't know why they allow that."

"So, why would you want to merge with it if it could totally backfire?"

"Because it's worth it. You become twice as powerful as the Item is. For example, Herobrine, you could summon any living thing that you get to choose, not just something random, although the Item would probably have an image come in your head as a 'suggestion.' The Redstone of Randomness likes to be random. And, you would be able to turn any non-living thing into any other non-living thing you could think of. Again, it just doubles your power. Steve, you would probably be able to shoot Dark and Light magic around." Zeus said.

Ashley counted three short, amusing seconds before Steve replied, "What's the chant?" A few others were staring at their Items.

Zeus stared hard at him. "It's really dangerous, and it can't be undone, so I wouldn't recommend it. Especially not just because you think Herobrine deserves it, which, by the way, he does."

"Gee, thanks, dad. Love all the support I get, it's marvelous." Herobrine grumbled.

"Oh, you got all the support you need from your giant ego." Zeus rolled his eyes. "Also-"

The sound of multiple eagles and one bear cut him off.

"Crap, we woke it up. Well, actually, we might need it..." Zeus bit his lip. "The chant is, 'I, say your name, wish to merge with; whatever Item you got. Let us become one.'"

So, Steve, Herobrine, (a lot quicker than Steve could,) and Midnight, who had meowed and taken away the Flint 'n' Steel of Hate, all said the chant. (Midnight just meowed for three seconds and jumped towards the Item.)

"Why isn't Baby Mooshroom doing it, too?" Steve asked, about to put the Ingot of Magic inside himself.

"Because I was infused with it at birth. My dad had it, and that can happen to your kids sometimes, if you have the Item merged to you when you do." Baby Mooshroom replied. "I didn't really have a choice. But I did have part of the power locked away so it didn't seem too obvious all the time."

Herobrine blinked. "That explains a lot."

And Steve put the Item inside him, and almost instantly, balls of white and black appeared in his hands and shot at random directions, hitting anyone but Herobrine. "Whoa, sorry, Zombie Pigman!"

"Ooh, believe me, you're gonna be!"

Another roar cut them off. And before them stood a creature with a body of a lion, a tail of a snake, wings of a unnaturally large bat, and nine heads, eight of them with an eagle's beak, the last, middle one with the snout of a black bear. But it's tail, feet, neck, and slender body, mostly seemed related to a snake.

"Oh no, mommy and daddy," Magma Creme sighed, turning to Slime and Blaze, "what's grandma doing here?"

"Uh, Magma, that's not-"

"Of course it is! The weird, unexplainable face, the bulging, way too large chest, the creepy neck, the thin legs..."

"Your grandma isn't a weird version of a Hydra, honey." Blaze assured her.

"Are you sure?" Magma frowned.

"Yeah, I'm sure, my mother would have brought upside down cake, made with 'broccoli surprise.'" Slime rolled his eyes. He jumped back as the Hydra lurched towards him, and then brushed smoke off him. "And my mother only wishes she could breathe fire."

"Okay, so, nobody cut off its heads, because then we'll have to worry about two more." Kristina said.

Zeus rolled his eyes. "That's a myth. The head that you can cut off in the middle one, the bear head one? That's where its main brain is, and hopefully it will leave the Hydra like a chicken without a head."

And so, at all once, the mobs charged towards the Hydra, and ducked just in time so that the fire only touched the top of their heads, although some, like Slime and Magma, had to stop short. Steve managed to injure the Hydra, and when it screamed in angry pain, a scream twice as horrible responded from the mountain. Lots, and lots of screams. And then came out multiple Hydras, all about the same size as the one they were facing, but one of them was three times of the size of any of them was running faster than the rest, its roar being the loudest. She pushed the other Hydras back, whose calls sounded like squeaks compared to hers, and she pushed them into the den, grabbed the Hydra that had been attacking them by the scruff, and put them all in the cave behind her. And then she turned to the mobs.

"Mama Hydra's angry." Mama Mooshroom shook her head, while she ducked to avoid a leathery tail to the face.

"Ow! You think?!" Snow shouted as he threw more snowballs at Mama Hydra, who just shook them off, while Herobrine, Steve, Kristina, Susan, Tyler, and Zeus all tried to pin the thing down, but only succeeded in somehow pissing it off more. It was bleeding green blood from its stab wounds, and had black and white spots where Steve had struck it, which had had more effect, but she kept chasing after the other mobs that could barely manage not to get crushed, let alone defend themselves.

Baby Mooshroom, who had stepped aside from the chaos, looked to her mother, who stared back for a long moment. Baby Mooshroom's pupils dilated, and gave her a pouting face.

"I'm not going to help-" Mama Mooshroom started, but then Baby Mooshroom frowned and her eyes got wet. Mama Mooshroom made the mistake of taking a split second's glance at her. Mama Mooshroom would have had to be an alien not to react to that face, and especially since she was Baby Mooshroom's mother, it made her chest ache. She sighed. "Fine." She watched the mobs run away from Mama Hydra of a couple more moments, and then shouted at the top of her lungs, "Stop!"

It wasn't what she yelled, but how loud she yelled, that made everyone stop and grab anything close to them to hold on. Her breath somehow bent the wind, and it was like a tornado was flying towards them. The mobs didn't have a choice but to stop. The wind only made Mama Hydra slide a couple inches.

Mama Mooshroom walked right up to her, and then they started talking in a broken, clipped, fast language that even Zeus could only faintly comprehend.

"What're they talking about, dad?" Herobrine asked.

Zeus frowned. "Something about idiots...sleep...baby hydras...a new scale dye color?"

Mama Hydra opened her mouth and wind blew out of it, but the sound was something faintly similar to a laugh.

Mama Mooshroom added something else, and then Mama Hydra turned around and went back inside the cave, and a couple seconds later they heard a low growling sound that Mama Mooshroom said was a snore. "Convinced her that we're not a threat, just complete idiots, and that we're lost. And she gave me directions to the nearest hill, which I said I was looking for so I could turn golden instead of red. Apparently, she agrees that red is a bad color." Baby Mooshroom, Mama Mooshroom, Kristina, and Herobrine all scoffed at that. "Come on, we were actually heading to the wrong hill. It's not the highest one, but the thinnest one, you know, to psych people out. She'll know the moment we have the Golden Apple of Love, though, so I hope you guys like universe travelling real fast."

"There is no other speed." Zeus rolled his eyes. "I'm sure you guys only wish. Now let's go."

'Akbar! Akbar, I've found them!' Naaz laughed.

'Where are they?'

'On Daisiques. We have to hurry, I sense their presence is close to the Golden Apple.'

'No, you have to hurry. You go and sssssstop them. I have sssome troopsss to rally, firssst.'

'Fine, then.' Naaz shook her head, and disappeared with a little pop.

The Golden Apple of Love looked like someone had taken an apple, painted it golden, and then added a bright pink stem. It was on one tree that had a ton of golden apples, but the Golden Apple of Love occasionally shimmered, and it was the highest one. Multiple of the mobs made a ladder out of themselves and managed to get to it. Tyler grinned and handed it to Kristina. "For you."

"Oh, really? You shouldn't have." Kristina rolled her eyes.

And just as they turned around, they heard a high-pitched voice from behind them, 'Put that down, before I vaporize all of you.'

They turned around, and saw the full, huge form of Naaz standing there.

"Uh, I have one word for you. Goodbye." Zeus replied, and teleported them directed towards the next Item, the Dagger of Light, but something else yanked them in another direction at the last second, a sharp turn that Zeus hadn't control. Their destination had been changed, and he hadn't done it.

They fell to the ground with a smack, and standing around them, at all sides, was black, ugly, jerking and twitching bat-like, smoky, naked creatures.

'Ah, took you long enough.' Akbar stood there, in his full form, a black spear in hand. 'I was beginning to bore.'

Multiple of the mobs tried to universe travel at once, at the squeezing sensation was there, but they didn't move.

Akbar smiled. 'You won't be getting away right now, so I hope you're in the mood for a fight.'

Cautiously, but with a slow smile on his lips, Herobrine drew his sword. "I might be."

'Then this might actually be fun.'

"Hero." Kristina said.

"Yes, Kristi?"

"You want help killing these things that look almost as ugly as you?"

"No, because I don't see any that look absolutely fabulous. But if you're referring to the black things that are almost as pathetic as you, sure."

"Fine." Kristina groaned, and drew her diamond daggers.

'Minions, attack!'

If Herobrine had to define 'fun,' he would say attacking thousands upon thousands of the creatures he was currently fighting. They weren't easy to beat, and there were a lot of them, so it was hard, which made it exciting. And, they didn't really bleed. Their limbs just sort of fell off, and the spaces in between seemed a darker, purer black. The sight of it made his eyes flash red for a moment, but he didn't go completely insane, so he figured he was fine. The other mobs, however, weren't enjoying themselves as much as he was, or as Kristina seemed to be. Kristina and Tyler were fighting back to back, occasionally having to defend or warn the other, a sight that made Herobrine want to puke and laugh at the same time.

Herobrine did his best to lower the numbers of the minions, but it seemed like they would never end. One slash of his sword, and five of them fell, and another five took their place. He grabbed one of them and their it at the others, and as he assumed, they were weak when tumbling against each other. And most of them hardly had a second to defend themselves anyway.

But they simply would not stop coming. And Herobrine's arms had begun to burn from overuse, his sword painted with a black, smoky dust that was sort of the minion's blood. And though he kept fighting, the slow minions would come from all directions, including from behind him. Fast as he was, his stamina didn't last long, and his adrenaline, which had been growing thin, as the mobs rushed around from planet to planet, not really resting, had finally worn off. He managed to keep a grip on his sword, and to swing around at the minions that now crowded him, but they were practically fighting each other to get over to him.

And the other mobs weren't off any better. Sad as it was, the dead were practically unlimited, or a lot more than anyone could count. And they easily outnumbered the mobs, although Ghast did take out a lot with his fire balls. It wasn't looking good for the mobs, and the only chance of escape was breaking the weird black cloak above them-the spell that kept them from universe traveling, and the other mobs had made a circle around Jessica, who said she could attempt to get rid of the dark magic. Minutes later, just as the minions were bringing down their swords on the now unarmed mobs, Jessica broke the spell, and universe travelled everyone straight towards the Dagger of Light, which rested back at her home.

The landing they made, this time, was much softer. But they couldn't look down. There was nothing but blank white beneath their feet. And around them were a thousand suns in the sky, some setting, some rising, some in the middle, some completely gone and stars glittered everywhere. The rays of light made it so hard to look at up, but there was every color you could name, and some that no one could, on the highlights of the clouds, on the bottom of the horizon, a soft row of color in the middle, or a faint pink where the sky was then black. It was the most complex, beautiful, broken off sky any of them had seen.

"Remember this place, huh, Herobrine?" Jessica grinned.

"Unfortunately, yes." Herobrine sighed.

"Wait, so we're in heaven?" Steve looked around.

"No, you'd have to die first." Herobrine rolled his eyes. "I definitely wouldn't end up here, but, ahem, anyway, I don't actually know where we are...what was it called, Jessica?"

"Mombatti." Jessica replied.

The trip to Mombatti was pretty much uneventful, except for when they actually got their hands on the Dagger of Light, because that's when all the angels there realized what they were, and why they were there, and they ended up running away from a crowd of angry squawking doves, most of them pooping on the mobs' heads, and then Zeus universe travelled them away, back to the next Item; the Ring of the Dark. But it had been stolen and hidden by Herobrine a long time ago, and put into the one place no had ever wanted to go.

Steve's old home, with mold, cobwebs, and bloody roses decorating every corner. Steve and Susan turned glares towards Herobrine, who stared blankly, his eyes occasionally flashing red.

"Well." Kristina stared at it. "This is gonna be interesting."

"Why? What's up with this place?" Jessica asked. "And what's up with everybody giving hate looks to Herobrine?"

Herobrine bit his lip. "Well, it's kind of a long story..."

Hey guys! Another chapter. Not long enough, I know, I know, but the next will be longer, I promise, okay? I got it all sort of planned out, at least, I'm not going from scratch anymore. Cya guys next time! And someone help me come up with a closing phrase or something. Thanks, and bye.

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