Annndd welcome back to the Minecraft Interviews! Where, like one of my favorite series ever, we interview mobs, monsters, OCs, immortals, half-immortals, weirdos, and a lot more before sending them all to their deaths!

Hey guys! Before we get started, (yes, ugh, I'm making you wait for the interview for like another thirty seconds...don't you dare start counting...)

I have read the unfinished and very promising story known as The Minecraft Interview and Dares by Dragstream, and it is very similar to mine. If you love watching Minecraft mobs suffer from the interview and of course, the ever-so-wonderful-and-utterly-painless dares, then I recommend you go read it. Also, just to let you guys know, if you have an idea for a Minecraft interview story because you have awesome ideas, there are a lot of explanations to the Minecraft story that I haven't come up with, and if you have ideas, then message me! Lol, so I can read it! There is a lot of stuff I haven't explained, and not sure I'll be able to. (For example, why Creeper is green. If he was originally supposed to be a pig, which is pink, or even explode like TNT, you'd think he'd either be pink or red. But, he's green. Creeper's response to it is that green is an awesome color, which is true, but it also sounds like avoiding the question...don't you think?)

So, yeah. Okay, I'm pretty sure that was longer than thirty seconds but it's weird to try and count and read at the same time and I've never been good at multi-tasking anyways so...*insert gulp of air here* Let's just do the interviews!

The battle between John and Herobrine was a fight that will never be forgotten, and neither will Herobrine. In retrospect, Herobrine, and everyone else, should have seen it coming. By the looks of things, Herobrine was beating the crap out of John. But John was related to Zeus, Kristina, and Herobrine, which basically means that if you think you're winning, you couldn't be more wrong.

John waited, and waited, defending himself the best he could, waiting for his opening. And as Herobrine raised his sword, John found it. With all the might he had left, he kicked his half-immortal vampire half-brother in the chest. If it had been any ordinary kick, any ordinary mortal, Herobrine would have laughed. But John was still part immortal, and his attack was strong enough to send Herobrine falling backwards, knocking the wind out of him. A moment later, Herobrine was up, and John was charging again. Narrowly but surely and carefully, Herobrine dodged it, and then slammed John's sword out of his hand. The prince-looking fellow only had a split second to murmur, "shit," before Herobrine kicked him to the ground, and Herobrine's sword found and dug into a chink in John's shoulder armor. John cried out as a pain he had never felt before vibrated through him, and, dizzied, blinked, as he could no longer see. But he didn't need to see to know that when he felt his helmet painfully ripped off that Herobrine was going for the kill.

John, however, wasn't done fighting. He groped around for his sword, and finally finding the handle of it, he blindly slashed upwards, and felt a jolt as his sword make contact, and with a sickening gushing sound, John was covered in something wet and warm. He blinked away the blur in his eyes, and found that he was laying in a mess that had once been Herobrine. Herobrine's body was next to him, in its own pool of blood, and in another, a foot or so away, was Herobrine's head, his eyes open, but glassy and non-glowing.

The mobs, who, moments earlier, and felt like they had been blinded as well, like a plastic wall had been put over their eyes, were able to see the mess just as well as John was. The silence was heavy as it slowly sunk in. Jessica and Kristina both wanted to say something, but both felt like they were choking. Kristina felt a wave of uncontrollable sobs coming over her, and Jessica awkwardly hugged her as the demon wailed, and the angel had silent tears running down her face. Zeus, however, had a slow smile growing across his face, though he did his best to hide it.

John was sitting there, thinking it had been too easy. It was a trick. It had to be. A voice in his head said, and just as it did, the body of Herobrine, head and all, disappeared, leaving John with two pools of blood and a crimson-tainted sword. He glanced up, but the mobs were gone. He was alone, besides the weird floating eyeballs he could see in the sky.

And even the chairs were gone. Actually, he was just in a forest, with only his sword...he glanced to find it, and in its place was a stone, that read, 'Do not rest in peace, and may ye go to hell and not return this time, Henry the Horror.'

John glanced around the trees, trying to find something, anything, but all he saw was trees, trees, and more trees, fading into the distance in every direction. The world looked gray and dark. And then he thought he saw something. A figure. He tried to figure out what it was, as slowly it came closer. As it did, John saw that it was neither a person or a figure, but a monster. It was Herobrine.

Well, a headless version of Herobrine. The vampire had a red, still-bleeding stub where his neck should be. Yet, without a mouth, it began to speak, its voice strangely echoing. "Amazing, isn't it? The black stuff on my sword was called Memory Dust, and it shows you both your worst nightmare, and your worst memory. Not many, however, survive it. It may not be real, but it isn't fake, either. Honestly, it's quite...delicious..."

John backed up, before stumbling over the stone that was Herobrine's grave, as the headless monster came closer, blood staining it's clothes. John got up as fast as he could, but not fast enough. He glanced around for a weapon, but he had none.

Then he heard a soft hissing sound behind him. A cold feeling churned in the pit of his stomach as John slowly turned, just in time to see a glare of white, glowing eyes, and a flash of ivory-colored fangs before a blizzard-like agony pricked and pulsed through his neck. After that, all he could see was the dark, and all he could feel was waves of dark memories wash over him, vibrating and leaving a quiet, dull humming sound ringing in his ears. While he was almost too tormented to care, John was so very sure that he wasn't asleep, and was even more sure that he would never wake.

The mobs all slowly came to. They were still in their chairs, in uncomfortable positions. The only ones who weren't was John, who was laying on the ground in clean grass, twitching and convulsing, and Herobrine, with his head very much attached to his shoulders, looking down at him, much like a snake waits for his prey to die from his poisonous bite.

"Herobrine?!" Jessica and Kristina just about yelled at the same time.

Herobrine looked up. "Oh, right. Hey guys."

"You're alive! What the heck was all of that?!" Kristina was still screaming. Jessica was crying again.

"The Memory Dust. Pretty dangerous stuff. I believe you guys got a good view from the sky of me biting him."

"That was...just...horrible." Baby Sheep shook her head, and grinned. "Let's do it again!"

"Ugh, I'll pass." Baby Mooshroom groaned.

"Yeah, uh, sorry about that, just wanted to teach this idiot a lesson."

"Well, lesson well taught!" Zeus laughed. "I had a suspicion that it was Memory Dust, but I wasn't sure. That was ingenious and cruel."

"Especially the cruel part." Steve muttered. "That was really cruel."

"Yes, it was. But I think he got the point. And it's not as cruel as you might think, because your experience with Memory Dust was a lot worse. Memory Dust will torment you by showing you your worst nightmare and memory, but you, Steve, were already tormented, and was living your worst memory at that moment, on that silver table, so, I think your experience was definitely worse."

Steve glanced at John, who was wincing and seemed far too still in his sleep. "Still looks like it sucks."

Herobrine smiled. "It does. I don't think he'll be forgetting it anytime soon."

Kristina spoke up. "Do you think he'll ever wake up?"

"Oh, doubtless. That's just the kind of bad luck I have."

And John did wake up, but when he did, it took him three seconds to turn around, sprinting at full speed with a wild look in his eye, and was gone.

Ashley frowned. "Herobrine...I thought I saw...a bite mark, on his neck."

"Yeah, I did, too."

"I thought that was all a nightmare, just fake."

"It was a nightmare." Herobrine nodded. "But that doesn't mean it wasn't real." He blinked. "Anyway, you probably have some reviews to do, Ashley? To get the torment over with."

"Um, right, right, the interviews-" Ashley glanced at her paper.

"Wait." Jessica spoke up. "Just a couple more seconds, please." She walked towards Herobrine with this look in her eyes that made even Herobrine a bit squeamish. When she reached him, she held out her hand, and then slapped him across the face.

Herobrine tried not to look surprised as he just stared at her.

Jessica stared sternly at him. "Herobrine, don't ever do that to us, or me, again! We thought you were dead! Don't ever do that again."

Herobrine smirked, holding a hand to his smarting cheek, as she started to go back to her seat. Feeling brave but stupid, he called to her, "Or what?"

Zeus shot him a warning glance. "Herobrine..."

"What?" Herobrine shrugged. "I just curious what she would do."

"Correction, 'what she would do to you.'" Kristina murmured.

Steve wheezed, "*cough cough,* he's so screwed, *cough.*"

Jessica turned around and stared hard at Herobrine, who was beginning to think he would regret asking. She resisted a smile, keeping her face plain. "Really? You really want to know?"

Not so confidently, Herobrine replied, "Yes."

Jessica walked up to him, to an uncomfortably close distance, and whispered in his ear. All anyone else could catch from the hushed, soft words were 'silver...tell them you were...simple.'

Herobrine's eyes widened. "Well then. Uh, wow."

"So, no fake-killing yourself and giving everyone a heart attack anymore?" Jessica asked.

Herobrine bit his lip. "Well..."

"Herobrine."

"Right, right, yeah, no killing myself."

"Right."

"Right."

Jessica grinned. "Right."

"Right."

"Right."

"Right."

"I think we should stop now."

"Yes, we should, right?"

"Right."

Ashley started. "Enderman, as I can see, you're enjoying sitting in your palace thing nearby your new flower garden?"

"Yup." Enderman grinned. Although, I need some more daises, I don't have enough of those..."

Ashley nodded. "Steve, for this dare you have to find a girlfriend in five minutes. If you don't, you go to the void for two hours. Oh, and if he does, you have to go, too, Herobrine."

"What? Why me?"

"I don't know, but that's what it said."

"Pfft, that sucks." Herobrine rolled his eyes. "Steve, I wish you luck, but I'm not helping."

"Of course not." Steve rolled his eyes, and glanced hopelessly around for a second, and his glance landed on Ashley. "Pretty please with cherries and sprinkles and chocolate syrup and caramel syrup and strawberry syrup and chocolate chips and whatever else the hell you want on top?"

Ashley grinned. "You forgot the whip cream."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Pretty please with cherries, sprinkles, chocolate syrup, caramel syrup, strawberry syrup, chocolate chips, whip cream, and whatever else the hell you want on top?"

"Fine." Ashley replied. "Get over here, you weirdo." As Steve, trying not to grin, walked over to her, Ashley turned back to her papers. "Herobrine, you have a dare...to have a rap battle...with Slenderman."

Herobrine shook his head. "Who did the dare?"

"Uh, GreatGamerGuy. Why?"

"GreatGamerGuy, you are so cruel. How is Slenderman gonna rap? I'm sure that Slenderman would be real pissed if he could hear this. And I would also say, ahem, if Slenderman could hear this, which he totally can't, because, obviously he's not here, but if he were, I 'd say that if he thinks GreatGamerGuy needs a little nudge towards learning a lesson, there may or may not be a portal to the human world at the top of the mountain to our left, known as Mount Tilt. Don't ask me why it's called that." Herobrine shrugged.

Half of the mobs, that were closest to the trees, were so sure they felt a strange, cold shudder rush past them, like nothing more than a gust of wind. A couple minutes later, the top of Mount Tilt smoked a bit, and the world shook as purple lighting burst on the sky, and faster than the speed of light, was gone, and silence went over them.

"What was that?!" Skeleton stared.

"No idea." Herobrine shrugged.

"Alright, same guy wants Herobrine and Steve to have a rap battle."

"This guy must like rap battles." Herobrine rolled his eyes over to Steve. "You ready for this?"

"Ready? Pfft, I was born ready!"

"Well, guess what! Because I'm so evil," Ashley spoke up, "the rap battle will have to wait till next time..."

Wow, shortest chapter ever.

EEEEEKKK don't kill me, okay? I know it's a long wait and then you get something as short as this, but, uh, well, the reason why is because this is the only finished part of four chapters. I've literally written enough stuff for four chapters, or two bigger ones. Everything else is not done, yet, so...but I had to post something. Heh, SORRY.

Yes, I know, that torture wasn't very long, but I'll be posting more SOON, I promise.

-ihearthorses6000