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!

Crap, okay, you guys have found my weakness; writing rap. Jeez, the one thing I thought I'd never end up doing. Well, look at what happened. I should've have doubted it would happen, after all, this world is endless. Oh well, let's begin!

A beat started in the background, coming from nowhere but everywhere, with no real designating point, and while Herobrine tried to figure out where it was coming from, Steve was almost too much in love with the beat to care. Steve rushed in, and started rapping before Herobrine.

"Hey Herobrine, I got some thing to say, so come here and prepare to be amazed. But before I start, I have one to ask; would you rather be stabbed by my diamond hoe or my sYtone pickaxe?"

Herobrine frowned. "Uh, pickaxe."

"Hoe it is! Now where was I? Oh, yeah, about to blow your mind. Oop, so start it now. Oop, so start it now. Ooh...now break it down!"

Herobrine just shook his head, like he couldn't comprehend so much idiocy at once that it made him dizzy. Herobrine broke in. "Steve, honestly? Do you even know how to rap? Do you know what you're gonna say, or what you're gonna do? Your head is empty and outta your mouth comes crap. You're going down, so you know what, screw you.

"Gonna take this battle down, down to a world where you won't return, and we won't just be rapping. So get your sword out, cuz we're not gonna stop till I hear your heart stop and I see your head drop. So get ready, cuz we're going down to the Nether."

Steve rolled his eyes. "That's it? That's your best? Am I supposed to be impressed? Keep going on like this, you're gonna end up with my sword in your chest. Ch-ch-check this out. W-w-watch out, Herobrine, cuz I'm on a monster-killin' fest."

Herobrine scoffed. "Now I wish I had that idiot-proof vest."

Steve broke in, "Insult me all you want now but it ain't gonna change the fact you're a in ev-er-y way. Ooh, so start now. Oop, so bring it down, so bring it down."

Herobrine shook his head. "Okay, I'm done listening to that."

The music cut off abruptly, disappointing Steve. "Aw, you're no fun."

Ashley interrupted them. "Now, Enderman, a question for you. A guest was playing minecraft, and because they could see unloaded chunks in the ground for a bit, (laggy, ugh, I hate it when my computer does that,) they could see a bunch of Endermen holding hands in a circle. (In caps here, quoting, 'TRUE STORY.') What's up with that?"

"Well, I'm not sure if it's a good idea I answer that question. It's been forbidden to speak about it since...longer than I think even Enderia can remember. And she's...over three thousand years old, I think. It might have been four thousand. Something like that. And it's a long story. Like, it would take up two or maybe three or maybe four chapters of a sequel..." Enderman stopped, as he realized what he had just done. "No, no, wait, wait, please don't tell me-"

Ashley was already scribbling on a notepad.

"Dammit! Really, Enderman? Really?" Steve sighed.

"Don't worry, you guys probably won't be in it. Maybe. It might just be Enderman, up close and personal."

Enderman sucked in a breath before swearing in a language no one understood, besides Zeus.

The said immortal winced. "Okay, okay, I get it, I get it, enough of the visuals, god, Enderman, I did not need to picture that."

"Sorry, sorry." Enderman murmured, and then sighed. "I'm gonna regret this so much, aren't I?"

"Oh, yes, very much so. Okay, so, just tell us in a quick sentence, why the Endermen were holding hands." Ashley said.

Enderman sucked in a thin breath and then huffed out, "they were summoning the powers of Enderia's Eye a kind of magic that should never be summoned unless you're doing a blood sacrifice and you would only be doing a blood sacrifice if you're one of the Dark Ones who are considered evil and scares the ender eye out of everyone and they do the darkest deeds that Enderia tells them to do no matter what it is and you really don't want to meet them." Enderman winced for a second, tensed like waiting for a blow, but nothing came. Slowly he opened his eyes. "Huh. I guess She doesn't consider me a traitor. I guess that's because you guys didn't understand a single word of it."

"Yeah, it was a bunch of gibberish to me. Anywho. CheesePuffXx asked someone 'if you could form an alliance with players what would you do?' but because it doesn't say who, we're not going to do it in the hopes that we're re-informed. I suspect Herobrine but I don't really know, so. Okay, dares from DragonZeus1. Herobrine, you have to eat a forest."

Herobrine swore for a moment, and then murmured, "shit," and "why the hell-" he ate another tree, "do they like me-" another, "doing this? I don't really-" another, "care anymore-" and yet another, "but I wanna know why!"

He was still eating when Ashley said, "Tyler, you get to kiss Kristina, and no, it doesn't say for how long. I'll leave you guys to it. Alright, Creeper, a note; 'I'm sorry you have no friends, therefore, take my cookies!' Creeper, you get 1,000,000 cookies."

"Fanks, but, whaddfa mean? I haf fwiens! Tonz of fwiens! More fwiens van you, probafly! Too manee fwiens, in fact! Fits crazfy!" Creeper said with a mouthful of cookies. Midnight just nibbled on one.

"From ilubpb22, Baby Sheep, you have to name yourself jeb_ for the rest of this chapter, so you can go all 'rainbow trippy.'"

"Okay then. I don't mind, but what's wrong with Baby Sheep? Dis person got a prob with me?" Baby Sheep glared. "By da way, what's rainbow-trippy?"

"Uh, well, it's...god, let's not get into that. From PrincessLyoka, we have a dare to shout out our favorite colors."

"Green all the way!" Creeper yelled in between bites of cookies.

Out of Steve's mouth came, "Blue! Or orange. Or red...or..."

Zeus called, "Lightning blue, or purple."

"Black." Kristina decided.

"Um...sea blue." Jessica shrugged.

Herobrine grinned. "Crimson."

"Purple. Then black, then orange, then green." Enderman replied.

Skeleton turned to Wither Skeleton. "Whaddya think, bro?"

"Hot pink?"

"My thoughts exactly."

"The color-y of the clouds-y!" Slime said, and Magma Cube nodded.

"Uh...I don't know, actually..." Blaze shrugged. "Yellow, I guess. Soft yellow. Or soft orange."

Molten Zombie glanced at Baby Molten Zombie. "What color, buddy?"

Baby Molten Zombie held up a red lightsaber. "This one!"

"Agreed, little man, agreed."

Baby Sheep and Baby Mooshroom glanced at each other, and then yelled at the same time, "RAINBOWNESS!"

Iron Golem and Snow Golem both said, "White 'n' gray all the way!"

"Alright, that's that. I probably missed somebody but, well, oh well. Herobrine, a note from a guest; 'I LURVE YOU.'"

"Er. Interesting choice of words. Cool, I guess? That's nice and all, just please tell me you're not one of those rampaging fangirls. Gosh, I mean, since when do I have those?"

"For a while. Now...ahem. From a guest, chances are the same one, says that Herobrine, you have to either a; fart on Steve, or b-"

Herobrine winced a visible 'ew.' "B." Herobrine replied.

"But you didn't even-"

"I don't care. B."

"Alright. Then you have to sing Love Is An Open Door with Creeper."

Herobrine blinked. "Like, from the Frozen movie?"

"Yeah."

"God. Am I the guy, or the girl?"

"I'm Anna." Creeper called.

Herobrine chuckled. "Why? Cuz you're so optimistic?"

"No. Cuz you're a freaking devil, it only makes sense that you're Hans."

"Oh, thank you, I try. It's really not as easy as you think."

So they sang the song. Let me tell you that hearing Creeper singing, even in a duet, was a lot better than you would think. Herobrine wasn't too bad either, but he wasn't really trying, because he really wasn't enjoying himself, besides the fact that Creeper was, which amused everyone. Actually, Creeper was having way too much fun.

Until they got to the ending, where Herobrine had to awkwardly pretend to awkwardly but cutely propose to Creeper. Herobrine didn't like this for two reasons; one, he hated kneeling to anyone, and two, he wouldn't marry anyone besides Jessica unless he had about a hundred happy shots. (Note from Jessica; 'don't get any ideas, ladies, he's taken.' Note from Herobrine; 'yeah, I am.' Jessica; 'I'm so glad you agree.' Herobrine; 'but am I taken permanently?' Jessica; 'that remains to be seen...' Herobrine; '...')

Creeper liked it for two reasons; one, Herobrine looked extremely uncomfortable, and two, while he would never even kind of slightly consider Herobrine without both of them gagging, Creeper hoped he would find that someone soon, but also thought that Midnight was more than enough, unfortunately for his other admirers.

"Alright. We have an OC from a Guest with red hair and blue eyes, and has a dare to kiss Herobrine. And then, literally, that's it, so." Ashley shrugged.

So the said OC walked out, and ran right up to Herobrine, kissed him, turned around, and ran away, looking giddy.

Herobrine blinked for a moment. "Well, just to be fair, she's not a bad kisser."

Jessica glared. "Herobrine!"

"What? I'm just being honest. Not much else to say about her."

Ashley glanced back at her papers. "Stuff from LinkRulzHyrule. Enderdragon, why do you try to attack players, even if they're in creative mode?"

Enderdragon roared, looking annoyed. "How am I supposed to know they're in creative until after you hit them? And then they're just so annoying."

"Wither, why do you hate life and all who are alive so much?"

"I don't. Ish. Sometimes living things are just, like, so weird. Being dead is awesome! Everything is cool when you're in a grave yard!"

"Molten Zombie, why does Giant Zombie look like a zombie that joined the Power Rangers?"

"Because he's a traitor." Molten Zombie shook his head. "Power Rangers are evil! With their brain-washing songs that horrible actors and really awesome suits that makes every zombie jealous..." Molten Zombie had globs of lava coming out of his eyes. Baby Molten Zombie did his best to wipe them away.

"Enderdragon, why do you destroy any block you come in contact with?"

"Because I shouldn't be able to. Obsidian is strong enough that I can't, so if I can, it means some freak is in The End, in which case, they are just asking for it." Enderman replied.

"Magma Cube, what does it feel like when you go in water?"

"Really really cold-y, and kinda tingly, too."

"Wither Skeleton, what is the Wither Effect?"

Wither Skeleton shrugged. "Well, I practically wear death. And all I have to do is spread it to players, and well, death kills you, so, it's pretty useful. There's a ton of dark magic that I don't really understand involved, but I don't think I'm gonna go into that, so."

"Alright. Snow Golem," Ashley asked, "why do you wear pumpkins on your head?"

Snow Golem frowned. "I have two answers to that. One; the pumpkin is my head, obviously. And two; why not? They're awesome!"

"Okay, stuff from EpicCrafting404. 'Ashley, why were you in Creative mode? And why were you suddenly not when the story went into story-mode?' Damn, I was hoping no one would notice. Well, in the beginning I was in Creative because it was necessary. I mean, we were dealing with some dangerous stuff. If you look through it, you'll find that one of the dares had me go into survival, and I forgot to go back to Creative, because that's when shit went down, and the story-mode problems began, so. And I was story creator, I had enough power to live with, so. Yeah, that's all I got. Steve, you have a note from EpicCrafting404; 'Steve, I would be extremely happy to fight beside you when Herobrine tries to take over Minecraftia and then Earth.'"

"Alright! Awesome, so it's me and a couple other people against one."

"Correction," Herobrine cut in, "it's you and a couple other people against me plus my fangirl army. You guys are so screwed."

"Oh, and EpicCrafting404 is gonna give ya some diamond armor, Steve." Ashley said.

"You know what, you wear it, I got enough armor for the moment." Steve said. "So we can go get some butt!"

"Enderman, you're about to be asked a repeated question. Why do you get mad when people look at you?"

"I don't get mad, exactly, it's just...it's also kinda uncomfortable. And it's not really my choice to that to everyone, it's kind of a Ender thing that just kinda...happens."

"Alright. Btw, you're EpicCrafting404's favorite mob. Alright, Herobrine a note; 'Herobrine, why is it that I can never find you? I know you will think I'm walking to my doom when I say this, but I want to fight you.'"

"Cuz I might not wanna be found. I'm kind of busy, being tormented by interviews and all, so. And that's not walking to your doom, it's more like walking down a one-block wide pier made of netherrack with a pool of lava under you, and then you turn around go to back the way you came and you find a chicken there."* Herobrine said.

"Enderdragon, what if a player came to The End but didn't fight you? Would you attack anyways?"

"Probably. I'd fly around for a bit, and if they got even one step closer to my egg, I'd squash them." Enderman replied, glaring specifically at Steve, who whistled innocently.

Ashley grinned down at the paper she read. "Yes, yes, finally! Awesome, awesome, so awesome! Guys, guys! We're doing a horse race between me and Steve!"

"Oh, jeez, gurl, you goin' down." Steve shook his head. "I'm not going easy on you."

"Just reminding you, Steve, this is me. You really don't need to go easy on me." Ashley rolled her eyes.

And he really, really didn't.

But that's for the next part of the final chapter.