"And thusly, Enderman wins the Minecraft Hunger Games!" Ashley grinned. "Alright. Is everybody ready for the next dare, or what?"

"I'm gonna go with 'or what.'" Herobrine groaned. "Jeez, Enderman, you play dirty."

Enderman rolled his eyes. "It is the Hunger Games."

"I know, that was just the feeling that I'm going to throw up talking."

Enderman replied, "Don't talk. Don't ask me how it helps, but it does. Seriously, the way I found out was weird, too. I was complaining how teleporting made me sick, and my mom just yelled 'shut up,' and finally I listened, and realized that it really did help."

Herobrine looked surprised, as his face looked less green, but still said nothing.

"Alrighty! Next dare. Ghast, you have to attempt to make the worst marshmallows ever."

Ghast shook his head. "Fine, but I don't know why you would want to ruin perfection."

So Ghat came out a while later, with scorching, black marshmallows. He looked at them sadly for a moment, then shrugged before tossing them in his mouth. He chewed for a minute before saying, "Crunchy. Ew, okay, way too crunchy. Besides that, they're too hot."

"Great! Now you get a dare to make your good marshmallows." Ashley told him.

It looked like someone had taken the look in a child's eyes when they're looking at their presents on Christmas morning, and put it on Ghast's face. Ghast was gone within seconds, and came back later with multiple smores.

"Alright, guys, we're gonna do a different trivia, by EpicCrafting404. And I'm thinking that, for the teams, it'll be the babies versus Team Arrows And Eyes. So, basically, on Team Ultra we have Baby Mooshroom, Baby Sheep, and Baby Molten Zombie. On Team Arrows And Eyes, we have Skeleton, Wither Skeleton, Spider, and Cave Spider."

"Don't you think that's a little unfair?" Jessica spoke up.

"Just a little bit, just for Team Arrows And Eyes. Ha, they're so screwed." Ashley shook her head, as everyone took their place at a buzzer.

Everyone was particularly happy, because you could tell which buzzer to go to. Baby Mooshroom's had mushrooms all over it, and Baby Molten Zombie's had a volcano on it, and Baby Sheep's had a ton of slightly demonic-looking rainbows, and so on.

They all took their spots, and thus, the eight-question-long trivia began.

"Alright. You guys know how this works; just hit your button first! Where do diamonds usually spawn?"

Baby Sheep hit her buzzer. "Um, I don't remember the exact layer, but it was on the same level lava's on, and it's usually close to lava."

"Close to lava, correct. Point for Team Ultra. How many iron ingots do you need to make an anvil?" Ashley asked, in the annoyingly slow, droning way at the beginning but fast at the end kind of voice that people always seemed to use in a trivia.

Baby Molten Zombie was still trying to count on his fingers when Skeleton hit his button and replied, "Thirty one."

"Correct, point for Team Arrows And Eyes. Yet another question; what structures spawn in the desert?"

Wither Skeleton managed to hit his button first. "Villages, the wells, and the temples."

"Correct, point for Team Arrows And Eyes. Which ingredient increases the duration of a potion?" Ashley asked.

Baby Molten Zombie, not really understanding the question but really, really wanting to press the shiny red button as fast as he could, ended up being the one able to answer. Skeleton knew the answer well, but Baby Molten Zombie sort of read the lips of the babies next to him, and then said, "Er...redstone dust?"

"Correct, point for Team Ultra. Fifth question; what's the highest enchantment you can get of Fire Aspect?"

Skeleton felt the need to answer, and ended up doing so, correctly, by saying, "Fire Aspect two."

"Point for Team Arrows And Eyes. Okay, next question; what item cuts off any effect or potion?"

Baby Mooshroom slapped dat buzzer. "Milk! Mama said milk is white, like a blank paper, and starts over everything. And it's really good for you, if you don't have too much."

"Pfft, that's what they say." Wither Skeleton rolled his eyes.

"You're just saying that cuz you ain't got milk." Baby Sheep glared at him, and Wither Skeleton looked away; he found it was hard to stare back at an adorably evil mob that was glaring at you.

"Alright, when you look through an End Portal, what do you see? A; White. B; Nothing, you can see through it. C; Fire, and it burns you when you go under it. D; Yet another portal that you can go through to another dimension."

Baby Sheep hit her buzzer. "I'm going to say B, but it's not really nothing, it's more like a mixture of black and purple swirled into portal-like thing, but really it looks like nothing."

"Alright, point for Team Ultra. Now, for the bonus round, (you guys seem to like doing this kind of thing,) you have to name every block that you can in thirty seconds, each block worth one point. Ready, set, go!" Ashley yelled.

I would tell you how that went, but really, all you could hear was, "Dirt!" "Redstone! "Diamond!" "Gold!" "Iron!" "Iron Ore!" and a lot more, and you couldn't even tell who was saying it. So what they ended up doing was they would call out a block, and then hit their buzzer, and Ashley designed the buzzers to count how many times they had been pushed, and it was that way that they found that Team Ultra had gotten two more points than Team Arrows And Eyes.

"And so, Team Ultra wins the EpicCrafting404 Trivia! Alright, now, it is time to say goodbye to EpicCrafting404, and hello to The Boomwormish Dragon. Steve, you have a note, 'You can tell Steve that I love him, since it seems like no one likes him.'" Ashley quoted.

Steve blinked. "Okay, thanks, and," he sighed, "really sad but true."

"Yes, the cruel parts of life." Ashley replied. "Now-"

At the word 'cruel,' Steve glanced at Herobrine.

The white-eyed vampire just stared back. "What? I didn't even say anything, jeez."

Steve rolled his eyes, "Sometimes you don't need to. Sometimes it's like your thoughts are written on your head."

"And sometimes I wish I had an unlimited supply of permanent duck tape."

"Well, technically, you did."

"Technically, yes."

"AHEM." Ashley cleared her throat. "A question for a wolf, so I'll just spawn one in, Wolf, why is it that when you're following us that you INSIST on hurting yourself?"

Wolf rolled his eyes, growling out roughly, "This coming from players, whom I've seen willingly and rather happily walk into hell, into basically The End of everything, and that's just going places. Don't get me started on taking their stone swords and going outside. IF YOU DON'T HAVE A BED, FOR GOODNESS SAKES, WAIT IT OUT, DON'T GO KILLING YOURSELF." Wolf huffed. "That off my chest, I'd also like to say, following you guys isn't as easy as you'd think. Not just about where you players go, but also about how you do it. You guys can drift peacefully on boats across an ocean but I'd have to swim the whole way. And you guys jump off mountains a ton, how am I supposed to get down without some damage? Sheesh!" Wolf took a deep breath.

"Better?" Ashley asked.

"Yeah, a lot better. Sorry, I'm not usually that pissed but sometimes it's just...dying for your cause really isn't as self-pleasing as some people seem to think."

"I hear ya there." Creeper muttered.

Ashley stared at wolf. "You know, this is the second appearance you've made in the entire interviews. You're one lucky mob. But I have one more question for you, and it's just my own. One time, I was out fighting monsters with my iron sword and leather armor. At the time, I had eight wolves, all sitting inside my house. That's when these four zombies showed up, and I was sure I could take 'em, but then I accidently hit two enderman...and then a creeper decided to join in on the party...and I ended up with all other mobs dead, and being attacked by two skeletons, (In the water, damn, I hate it when that happens,) with two hearts left. And that's when my dogs, who weren't supposed to because they were sitting, teleported and started attacking the skeletons. As soon as the archers were dead, all the wolves just sat down right where they were, like, 'la da da da da, didn't do anything,' and then this creeper showed up...and they just sat there...and half of them got killed, and the other half were injured!" Ashley sighed. "Okay. Rant over. Now, the actual question, why did the wolves teleport to me, even though they were sitting? I think it was a glitch, but..."

"I'm just surprised they waited so long to teleport to you. Nobody should touch our player." Wolf replied. "And, sure, sure, call it a glitch." Wolf yawned, and then curled up where he sat. Baby Molten Zombie really, really, wanted to know what fur felt like, but also knew, being made out of lava, that he would hurt Wolf.

Wolf caught him looking, and said, "It's fine, I don't mind."

So, slowly, while everyone else was going on with the interview, Baby Molten Zombie tentatively touched Wolf's head. To the baby mob's surprise, the fur on wolf's head didn't immediately burn. Instead, Wolf shuddered as warmth flooded through him. Basically, Baby Molten Zombie happily ended up laying down next to Wolf.

"Okay, from MayanMoustache, a note, 'But, Herobrine's eyes aren't just white, they glow. Couldn't he have used the glow to help him and the others see Akbar in the cave?'"

Baby Mooshroom shook her head. "Gosh, Akbar."

"Not fun memories." Baby Sheep replied.

"No, not fun."

Herobrine blinked. "Um, well..."

Kristina whispered to him, "Shit, we've been found out, they figured it out, Herobrine! What're we gonna do?"

"Oh my. Better change our names, grab some wigs and some really awesome sunglasses and get outta Minecraftia, fast."

"If it means being out of these interviews, I'm so with you."

"AHEM." Ashley called. "Jeez, I feel like I'm gonna be doing that a lot this chapter. Gosh. Herobrine, you have yet to answer, and while I very well could, it is your eyes, so."

"Okay, just sayin', the glowing part of my eyes are mostly there to be cool. Yeah, they glow, but they're not that bright. It was like the dark in that cave was thicker than it should've been. It's not like that noticeable, I mean, did you think someone just plugged flashlights into my eyes? You can tell it glows, but it's dim enough to the point where I don't look like an idiot miner. Ah, no offense, Steve."

Steve just glared at him.

"Okay then...stuff from Dragstream..." Ashley looked over the next review and winced. "Heh, I'm just warning you guys ahead of time, it seems like Dragstream is not afraid to be the Master of Worst Fears. Oh, and Herobrine, brace yourself, you'd better kiss the burnt and crushed shreds of your dignity goodbye."

"Dammit." The vampire muttered.

"So, wahoo! Let's get started. Ooh, Steve, you're gonna just love this one. 'Do you have-I mean, had- any siblings?'"

Herobrine sighed as Steve glared at him.

"Yeah, had a little brother, named Jack. He was always happy, and when he wasn't, he was an adorable freaking devil." Steve replied.

Susan added, "He used to sing this song that calmed him down and made him fell safe. He always used to sing it..." Susan glared at Herobrine. "Remember that, 'Hero'?"

"Uh, I think. Which song are we talking about, the 'Gifts of Sunshine' or the 'Let The Rain Fall' one?" Herobrine frowned.

"Both. He put them together." Susan had tears in her eyes. "He sounded like a disney prince lunatic on drugs in the middle of a thunderstorm."

"He. Was. Six." Herobrine said quietly at first, but then louder, to the point where he was almost yelling, "He was six! How heartless are you?"

Herobrine hesitated. "I'm not really sure if there's a good response to that."

"Well, it's not like you ever have a good response to anything, so." Steve shot back.

"Okay, guys, this is probably not the best time for this question, but Herobrine, Steve, what do you think about StevexHerobrine?"

"Uh, ew. Seriously, I just want to know how that started, and what I did to deserve that. Honestly." Steve shook his head.

"I don't think it really matters how it started, because the main thing is that it can't be stopped now. Those people will not stop until they're satisfied...I don't think they'll ever be satisfied."

"Oh, Herobrine, they haven't even started yet." Ashley grinned. "Okay, this is a question for everyone. What would you do if a flying horse, a dancing pig, and an Enderdragon hitting his head against a tree without breaking it in vanilla minecraft?"

"Uh, pinch myself." Steve replied. "Or slap myself."

"I'd just walk away. Avoid all of...that." Skeleton replied.

"Are you guys kidding? I'd just join the ppppaarrrtyyy!" Enderdragon grinned.

"Again, a question for everyone, what would you guys do if you're in a bedrock room, and lava is falling above your head, and you have no powers to get out?"

"I'd punch the wall in. If I hit it hard enough, I probably could." Steve replied.

"What is up with you and 'punch' being your solution to everything?" Herobrine rolled his eyes. "I'd probably just jump in the lava."

"I'd try to find a way to stop the lava, with a block or something." Enderman replied.

"Creeper, what would you do if, one day, all cats died and became utterly extinct?"

"Guys, nature is cruel. (So are darers but that's a different topic.) I'd have to be prepared for that kinda thing. There's a reason why I can self destruct any time I choose." Creeper replied.

"Okay, for everyone, if you could have any power, what would you choose?"

"I'd wanna fly." Baby Mooshroom grinned.

"No kidding, sista!" Baby Sheep laughed.

"I would want to have the ability to teleport someone to a different place, just by looking at them. That would be awesome." Herobrine replied.

"I'm fine with the powers I've got." Wither Skeleton shrugged. "I don't know about you, but, pfft, I'm not changing who I am."

"Steve, have you ever respawned? What's it like?" Ashley asked.

"Yeah, and...kind of like one second you're horrible pain, and then all of the sudden there's just nothing, and then you're awake and new and set and ready to go!"

"Huh, wow, Herobrine, you'll hate all of these questions, but none of them even include you. Everyone besides Herobrine, if you woke up to find Herobrine hugging you, his face close to yours, how would you react?"

Herobrine blinked. "You're kidding."

"I would teleport to another dimension." Enderman said. "No, another universe."

"I'd hug him back!" Baby Mooshroom grinned. "Unless he was asleep. Then I'd try to go away and still be quiet."

"Find a very, very, very, very, very deep hole to hide in." Cave Spider replied.

"I'd probably punch him in the nose, mid-scream." Steve replied.

"Heh. Herobrine, you're just gonna love this. Everyone besides Herobrine, if you saw Herobrine utterly naked, how would you react?"

Herobrine shook his head. "Dammit, you're not kidding."

Enderman winced. "Uh, I'd teleport!" (Teleporting = the solution to anything bad.)

"Okay, I did not need to picture that." Baby Sheep closed her eyes. "Okay, okay, think of rainbows, think of rainbows..."

Spider groaned. "Jeez, okay, I'd...um, I'd probably have a heart attack before doing anything else."

Steve seemed speechless. "I don't think I really want to- how could someone- why would- that doesn't- ugh, okay, just...no."

"Okay, yay! We're off the topic of Herobrine, for the moment."

"'For the moment'? This person's got more?! Are you kidding me?!" Herobrine groaned.

"Herobrine, they aren't even done yet, and neither are the interviews, this is more of a warm-up, really."

"I'm not going to have any dignity by the time this is done."

"True. They're definitely going to rob you of it, and Father of Feathers knows what else..." Ashley looked up and down. "Erm, wow. This is definitely an interesting person. If you think your dignity being stolen is the worst, Herobrine, Mother of Minecraft, they haven't even begun..."

While he tried and failed to hold it in, Herobrine did manage to stifle his whimper a bit so Jessica, who was right next to him, was the only one who heard him. She patted his hand mournfully.

"We'll all miss the remains of your sanity." She told him.

"I'll miss it more."

"Now, for everyone, if a sheep suddenly fell on your face and exploded, how would you react?" Ashley asked.

"You were right, you were right, Ashley! This person is the person of worst fears, oh my gosh..." Baby Sheep cried on Baby Mooshroom's shoulder.

"Uh, I'd need to get a new hairdo, I'm guessing. And probably a new face." Steve replied.

"Uh, again to everyone, if your mother killed your father in your face, how would you react?" Ashley asked.

Herobrine frowned. "Okay, who is this person?!"

"I probably wouldn't blame her." Steve shrugged. "My dad was just...heh, no."

"I'd teleport."

"I'd pinch myself, because even if my mom was alive, she loves him, and also, there's no way she would even be stupid enough to try and touch my dad, so." Kristina shrugged.

"Same here." Her brother replied.

Ashley read the next question. "Okay, Herobrine, Steve, prepare yourselves. Just questions, but still. Steve. If you were alone in a bedrock room with Hero-" Steve groaned halfway through Ashley's sentence, "and he was flirting with you, what would you do?"

"Find a potion that gives someone an iron fist and use it." Steve muttered.

"Herobrine, you've been asked the same question of him."

Herobrine grinned. "Wow, wouldn't that be hilarious. To watch Steve attempt to flirt. I would probably give him a little present. You know, since he's looking for a potion, it's only fair I give him one. Not the one that gives him an iron fist, though. Unfortunately for him, I'm not that stupid."

"And what, exactly, would this potion do?" Steve glared at him.

Herobrine shrugged. "It's a potion that causes you to bleed from the inside out, mostly out of your eyes, but never your ears, so you can hear yourself hum something that might be a horrible, gargled remix of Mary Had A Little Lamb, but have trouble humming because you're too busy choking on your own entrails. But before you can, you dissolve in a fiery gust of wind."

"What? There's actually a potion for that?!"

"No, I was kidding. It makes you do the chicken dance one day in the week for the rest of your life."

Steve grumbled. "Okay, someone who will actually say something I will believe, does that potion really exist?! And which one does it do?"

"Both." Zeus replied. "It has a fifty percent chance of doing either one. But the ingredients are now extinct. Herobrine's got the last bottle." Zeus growled.

Herobrine grinned. "That I do."

"How lovely." Steve muttered.

"Alright, Enderman, what would you do if one day, all the dirt blocks disappeared?" Ashley asked.

"Uh...go to The End and steal all the dirt blocks from there."

Creeper frowned. "Couldn't Enderia have you killed for that?"

"Yes..."

"Blaze, what would you do if all the minecarts suddenly didn't exist?" Ashley said.

"Um. Get some iron and make some more?"

"Ghast, if the same thing happened to marshmallows, what would you do?"

"Um...find a hole to cry in."

Ashley grinned. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, we are doing the dares, of the Master of Worst Fears..." She laughed demonically. "Herobrine, Steve, prepare yourselves, and take a drink of this potion."

Herobrine and Steve glanced from the bright red drink to each other and back. Herobrine sniffed it. "Roses? What the-? What does this do, Ashley?"

"I can't say. Telling you would ruin the fun. Now, go on, both of you."

Herobrine and Steve both glared at each other.

Herobrine spoke up. "Who gets my punishment dare?"

"I do. Well, technically, Steve does. If you refuse, you get a very personal silver table punishment by Steve. Steve, if you refuse, you get the same. If you both refuse, well, you guys can take turns."

Herobrine swore under his breath before sighing and glaring at Steve.

"Why don't you go first?" Steve asked.

"Oh, no, please, after you." Herobrine rolled his eyes.

"No! I insist. Looks like blood, in my opinion, so you'll probably love it."

"Believe me, I would know if this was blood, and from what I can tell, it's a lot worse..." He sniffed again. "Is that the ashes of one of Cupid's arrows I smell?"

"Maybe...again, you guys can always refuse, it's your choice."

Herobrine shuddered. "Heh, you're funny."

Steve glared at Herobrine. "I hate you."

"I hate you more."

"I doubt that."

So, at the same time, they both drank it.

Herobrine blinked rapidly as the effect set in; an uncontrollable, painful desire in his mind. "Shit! I knew it. I should've chosen the silver table."

"Why? How can it be that-"

They both stopped, unable to speak.

It was like Steve wasn't controlling himself anymore. He didn't want to see the images in his head, but when he pushed them out, it almost hurt. Actually, to do something the potion seemed to be forcing him to do hurt.

And what the potion was forcing him to do really wasn't on his agenda. I don't think it was on Herobrine's, either.

They tried to resist. Herobrine was wincing like he had the worst migraine in the world, but Steve gave into the potion faster; he had had enough of pain to last him his lifetime, and was generally more sensitive to it than others.

For this reason, while Herobrine was just as prone to pain, he was able to resist it for longer. His whole body shuddered while he held out a hand to stop the suddenly very near Steve.

As the pain went from unstoppable to unbearable, Herobrine wondered if this is what Steve had to deal with when he was on that silver table, and then Herobrine realized that, knowing himself, it had been a lot worse. Dammit. Herobrine thought. Fine.

And he let go of the collar of Steve's shirt, letting Steve advance, and almost doing so himself. As Herobrine mentally sighed and gave into the potion, it was almost at that moment their lips met.

Ashley chuckled as she picked up the bottles off the ground. "And that, my friends, is why Lust And Love potion, even if it only lasts for ten minutes, is considered a poison."

Ten minutes. It seemed like the blink of an eye for the mobs, but all of eternity for Steve and Herobrine. When it finally wore off, Steve rather awkwardly walked back to his chair, constantly and uncontrollably shuddering. Herobrine tried to keep his face blank, but a fire burned in his eyes. "Who did that dare again, may I ask?"

"Oh, it was NoneOfYourBusinessYouVengefulFreak911_SoLeaveTheReadersAloneTheyGotAwayWithThatDare_GetOverIt." Ashley replied. "Now, let's move on. Creeper...you uh, you have a dare to kill Baby Creepers."

Creeper did a double take. "I'm sorry, I heard you wrong. Can you say that again?"

So Ashley yelled at the top of her lungs, "DRAGSTREAM DARES YOU TO KILL BABY CREEPERS!"

Creeper just shook his head. "Who, in Mantis's name, is this person?! Are they related to Herobrine, by any chance?!"

"Hey, killing babies?" Herobrine shook his head. "Even I'm not that cruel."

"I just...ugh!" Creeper groaned. "I refuse the dare."

"Are you sure?" Ashley smiled. "If you do, you permanently get no arms, including after the interviews."

Creeper didn't hesitate for a split second. "I said, I refuse the dare."

Ashley shrugged. "Okay, then." Zeus snapped his fingers, and the limbs at Creeper's side disappeared. Creeper didn't blink. "Enderman, you have a dare to throw all of your dirt in the lava, and watch it burn."

"And what happens if I refuse?"

"Then one of your many OC fans, of your choice, will be eliminated from the interviews."

Enderman shook his head, and paused for two moments. "Fine." So Enderman watched as the dirt burned, his eyes slightly watery, but mainly he managed to hold it together until everyone looked away.

"Blaze, you have to burn down all of your minecarts and roller coaster rides."

Blaze winced. "I'll use my white dare gift thing to refuse."

"Steve, you have to give Herobrine all your diamond blocks, and Herobrine, you have to eat it." Ashley said.

Herobrine winced. "Oh, jeez, that'll hurt."

Steve replied, "I refuse with the white thing."

"Alright, but just warning you, you really should have kept that, the Herobrine and Steve dares have just begun. And, to prove so, the next dare is that Steve gets to be turned into a girl and has to remain on Herobrine's back for the remainder of the chapter. But, because this would affect multiple dares, and because Steve is girly enough, he will only remain so for half an hour."

Steve inwardly groaned, but knew that if he refused, he would get the table torture. But at the moment, Steve preferred that. "I refuse the dare."

"Are you sure? Herobrine will get to do whatever he wants to you, in a completely soundproof (that part is necessary, don't ask,) bedrock room with nothing but a silver table." Ashley replied.

Steve bit his lip, and glanced at Herobrine, who had his eyebrow raised. The adventurer finally said, "I...I don't...uh, shit. I think I'll still refuse."

Herobrine chuckled. "Really? Are you sure over there, Steve? You don't seem so. Then again, who am I to stop you, if I'm that revolting to you?" He shrugged, a terrifyingly cold light in his eyes.

Steve knew that look all too well, but he disagreed with Herobrine. He wasn't revolting to him, like usual, and that was exactly the problem.

Steve blamed on the remains of the Lust potion, but Steve couldn't help but feeling that the feel of those lips on his almost felt like an actual person, and less like a killer. And he couldn't get over the thought of feeling those powerful shoulders...

Steve mentally slapped himself, wondering what the hell happened to his sanity. Steve didn't want to refuse the dare because Herobrine was, well, Herobrine. No, Steve was refusing to do the dare because he really, really hated it, but he really, really wanted to be close to Herobrine again.

And an almost excited, unnatural voice in his head said, why not?

Steve's thoughts turned to the thought of the silver table, and a completely different side to Herobrine. The side that was awakening in those bright, glowing eyes. It had been very, very awake the first time Steve was on that silver table. He winced and said, "Okay! Okay, fine, I'll do the damn dare."

So they did. Not that either of them was okay with it, (Okay, Steve was more okay with it than he really liked, but that made it even more not okay, and Herobrine was mostly disappointed because Steve didn't refuse and totally ruined Herobrine's fun,) Steve was turned into a girl and put on Herobrine's shoulders for half an hour.

When that dare was over, they had yet another; they had to hug each other as kids, but this time, they would have the basic knowledge of their memory.

So they did. And since they couldn't really refuse, Mini Steve ended up staring confusingly at Mini Herobrine. "Hey, I remember you. You're kinda cool."

"Cool?" Tiny Herobrine repeated. "I thought you thought I was evil."

"I do, cuz you are evil. But you're also kinda cool. Ya know? Like...Loki from Thor, or...I don't know, Pitch Black from Rise Of The Guardians."

Herobrine laughed. "I knew I was cool, but I didn't know I was that cool. It's really hard to be that cool, ya know? Ya know, I think you're even more cool."

"Oh, thanks."

"I guess we're supposed to hug now."

"Oh. Okay."

So the two kids weirdly wrapped their arms around each other, and the interviews continued.

Herobrine and Steve both felt very weird when they were back to normal, and Herobrine looked like he was having trouble not laughing. Because of this, when Steve and Herobrine then had a dare to do a duel, Steve wasn't complaining.

"Okay! Here's how this dare is going to work. You guys get to choose your armor and weapons, and then have to come to an agreement (hahahahaha, this is going to be a long chapter,) on what to have for the location. Respawn will be on, and it will be to the death. Steve, choose your armor."

"Diamond enchanted with protection four." Steve replied.

"Alright, Herobrine, yours?"

"Hm. I think just a black hood enchanted with invisibility will do."

"Is that even possible?" Ashley frowned.

"Yes, it actually is." Skeleton spoke up.

"Uh, alright then. Steve, what are you choices of three weapons?"

"Diamond sword enchanted with the highest level smite, I forgot which one it was, I forgot the name of the awesome gloves from Tekkit, I think it was, and...a diamond shield, I guess."

"Herobrine, how about you?"

"Golden daggers, a poison splash potion, and..." He slowly smiled. "A spike-edged whip."

"Going Indiana Jones style, huh?" Ashley shook her head.

"Something like that."

"Okay, everyone take what you need. Where do you guys want to go?"

Steve stared at Herobrine. "How do you fancy the Nether?"

"Fine by me."

"Then to the Nether we go."

And that was how Steve found out, with an amount of horror, that Herobrine was unnaturally good with a whip. Steve had his armor to protect him, but that mace-like whip dented it badly. Steve knew that if it wasn't for the diamond covering his body, that would be his insides. It was rather annoying. How Herobrine was lighter, and because of that, faster, than Steve. Herobrine practically wore no armor, but Steve couldn't get a good blow in, and knew that he wouldn't be able to unless he became lighter, too.

So Steve did the last thing he would have liked to have done; he ripped off his armor, throwing it at Herobrine, and then lunged towards him. The said vampire, while temporarily stunned, merely laughed and vanished before Steve's sword could touch him.

Steve used his gloves to shoot around through the red-hot heat, but couldn't find any vampire with glowing eyes. Steve did, however, suddenly hear a resounded crack, and a burning, wet pain on his backside. He whirled around, to see Herobrine smiling.

"You did not just..." Steve shook his head.

"I did."

"That is it!"

Steve swung at Herobrine again, and again the white-eyed fiend disappeared, but Steve didn't give up this time. He guessed how far Herobrine would have been able to go, and how fast, and began to swing wildly, knowing that eventually, he would hit his target.

And he did.

Herobrine, having known that he was being closed in on and had been anticipating the blow, manage to kind of accept the attack without as much damage as he could have taken, but still, getting sliced at with a sword hurts. They both had blood injuries that slowed them down, but that didn't slow down the fight. One of them was going to lose, and it was going to happen soon.

And it did. Herobrine was well used to attacking with no armor and carrying on, even with bad injuries. Steve had taken his share of injuries, but had usually had some metal of some kind between him and his enemy's blade. Without it, Steve did have his shield, but he had thrown that as well, and Herobrine was attacking too fast to try risking to grab it. And the gloves wouldn't help him much if he didn't know where Herobrine was.

He found out, however, when Herobrine lunged towards him, and directly towards his throat.

Steve knew the feeling he felt directly afterwards; the bright red that would blur his vision, as his mind zoomed around, trying to find where to go, where the spawnpoint was, but the world seemed to realize it wasn't in the Nether, and the pressure of the world forced him up and out, before he landed on the fresh ground, but also buckled right in his chair, where Herobrine already was with the rest of the gang.

And like it had never happened, the interviews continued.

Ashley grinned down at the review. "Well, this one's gonna be interesting. Herobrine, you have a dare to watch Steve and Jessica kiss, and if you want to kill or torture him, apparently, nobody else is aloud to stop you."

Steve sucked in a thin breath. "And whose dare would this be?"

"Well, you're in it, so you can refuse to if you want. Zeus would get to choose your punishment dare, though."

Zeus chuckled, and lightning crackled in the background.

So Steve knew what his choice was; make out with a really hot angel and take a vampire's torture, or not make out with a really hot angel and take the father of the vampire's torture.

Silently deciding that making out with Jessica might be worth it, (ha, no, he was just lying to himself,) and that dealing with the torture of a half-immortal would probably be better than the torture of an immortal, Steve sighed, "I guess I'll do the dare, then."

While kissing a slightly amused and slightly annoyed Jessica, Steve thought that maybe it would be worth it.

But then he realized something else; while Zeus, as an immortal, had more power to torture Steve with, Herobrine had learned just how Steve could personally be tortured.

Steve woke up tied to a silver table, and almost immediately screamed. The cold at his back, the blank ceiling, the silence. It was all too familiar.

Herobrine, who was uncomfortably close, grinned. "A little squirmy, huh? Well, I'm going to make this fast, this time. Hmm, maybe."

And, without another word, the vampire began to attach the adventurer to a machine, at his hands, head, and feet.

"This holds a lot more volts of energy than you could ever count in your lifetime, if you sat down and did nothing but count. A couple hundred lifetimes, and you might get halfway there. It's about as powerful, actually, just as powerful, as getting a shock full of lightning, which is most likely exactly what my father would have done. So, chances are," Herobrine said as he powered it on, "it's both going to hurt, and it's going to kill you."

It wasn't long before Herobrine was proved right, as Steve felt an undefinable volt of energy and pain flood through him, and he felt nothing but heat as he convulsed, before the bright red of being respawned began again.

Steve was soon back in his chair, shuddering constantly. Herobrine was trying very hard, (okay, maybe not that hard,) not to smile. Jessica was scolding him with nothing more than a glance.

"Ahem, well, that was all fine and dandy, but we got more, so. Stuff from Rayen Autumn King." Ashley glanced at her paper. "Huh, this is gonna be...wow, okay. Herobrine, Steve, prepare yourselves, for this is a dare like no other..."

Instinctively, Steve was glancing around for an exit, but knew he wouldn't be able to get out of the chair, let alone get away from Ashley or Zeus.

Herobrine, however, wasn't going to waste the effort of trying to escape, and tried to prepare himself for the worst before muttering, "Brother of Bedrock, what is it?"

"Oh, no, guys, it's actually not that bad. Steve, you have a dare to forgive Herobrine, which is going to be difficult. Herobrine, you have to swear never to touch Steve or his family again." Ashley replied.

Herobrine blinked. "Really? Well, this is gonna be interesting..."

Steve felt waves of rage overcome him. "You're kidding!"

"No, I'm not. But that'll be kind of hard, because you can't just force someone to forgive someone else, because it's an emotion, and even the strongest potion doesn't really make you feel an emotion, it just kind of blurs out any other thought." Ashley bit her lip.

"So, we literally can't do this dare?" Herobrine asked.

"Well, no, we can, but it'll be complicated. It seems to me like 'forgiveness' isn't in Steve's dictionary." Ashley replied.

"You're not helping." Steve glared at her.

"I'm just sayin', maybe when you don't forgive someone, all you can think about when you think of them is what you won't forgive them for. So maybe, forgiveness is really just ignoring or at least trying to forget whatever that person did." Ashley said. "So, Steve, you just try not to think about torture every single freaking second, (my gosh, everyone in the world will be happier,) and Herobrine, you just leave Steve and everyone he cares about alone."

"Works for me. I swear I'll leave Steve be." Herobrine glanced at Steve.

Steve groaned. "Fine. I'll ignore Herobrine as much as possible."

"Alrighty then. Stuff from Struts4123. We have two dares. The first is, Herobrine, you have been dared to do anything to anyone for ten minutes."

"You have got to be kidding!" Steve exclaimed.

Herobrine raised an eyebrow. "Considering I did just swear that I won't touch you or your family again, you have very little faith."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Oh, please, you and I both know those are just empty words."

"Well, then, if you think so." Herobrine glanced at Ashley. "Only ten minutes?"

"Only ten minutes."

"Hm. Alright, then-"

"Herobrine," Jessica spoke up, "please tell me you're not gonna do what I think you're gonna do."

"Hey, my cooking can't be that bad."

"Are you kidding? Yes, it really, really can."

"Aren't you just so nice." Herobrine rolled his eyes. "Come on, then, Steve. My cooking may suck, but there's this special recipe I wanna...uh, show you."

Herobrine whistled while he walked towards a closed-off kitchen room that hadn't been there before. And Steve, looking sickly pale and green, stiffly followed.

Ten minutes later, to the dot, Herobrine, alone, walked out, sipping a cup of crimson liquid. "Want some, Jessi?"

"Hm. I'll try it, and see just how bad you are at cooking." She took a sip of the cup he gave her. "Wow, I think this is the best you've made so far. I think you put too much liver in, though."

"True. I could've gone for less of that, in the least."

Ashley stared at the kitchen. "Um, Herobrine, where's Steve?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah, him. Meh. He's somewhere." He took another sip. "Dad, Kristi, either one of you want some? I promise I didn't overload it with salt this time."

"Sure, you didn't." Kristina rolled her eyes. "I'll pass, thanks."

"Why? You're a fan of dead things, aren't you?"

"No, not really, I'm not a fan of so recently living dead things."

"Ah. You, dad?"

"Hm. Sure, why not?" Zeus took a cup. "Bleh. Okay, Jessica was right. Way too much liver."

"Okay, I'm gonna ask this one more time," Ashley drew all the eyes back to her, "where. Is. Steve?"

"Probably still in the kitchen. Most likely had a miniature heart attack. Again." Herobrine shrugged.

"That was pretty cruel of you, you know." Kristina said.

"Yeah, well, hey, he deserved it." Herobrine shrugged.

"Herobrine, did you seriously-" Ashley glanced between Herobrine and the drink in his hands.

"Did I do what?" Herobrine asked, and then looked where she was looking. Herobrine laughed. "More people with so little faith. Steve! You'd better get out of there already, you're scaring everybody! Well, technically, I'm scaring everybody, but that's really besides the point."

Steve groaned from somewhere in the kitchen, and walked out, ashen. "Okay, that was horrible."

"Well, Pig-Liver Wine isn't too...clean to make, if you know what I mean."

"But the way you freaking killed it! Bleh! Honestly, and now you're drinking that? You are disgusting and cruel."

Herobrine rolled his eyes. "Just be glad you're not in this."

"Are you kidding? You would put a freaking person in wine? So you're a cannibal, now, too?!"

"Yeah, Steve, totally, just need to find a human-sized blender first." Herobrine rolled his eyes. "No, you don't put the whole freaking person in, but one of the optional ingredients was a human heart. Notice I decided against it when I very well could have killed you. Just sayin'. Also, I'm not a cannibal, I'm a vampire, genius. And, I didn't put too much pig liver in this! I think I should have added more, honestly." Herobrine took another sip. "Hm. And more salt, too. Anyway, Ashley, Struts4123 had another dare?"

"Yes, they did. NOW, FOR THE ULTIMATE DARE OF THE LIFETIMES OF EVERY BEING AND OC AND MONSTER AND MOB AND IMMORTAL AND HALF IMMORTAL AND ICE CREAM CONE THAT READING THIS...STEVE AND ENDERMAN IN THEIR DANCE OFF BATTLE OF ULTIMATENESS!"

Enderman held his hands over his ears. "Ashley! Why are you shouting?!"

"I'M NOT, YOU'RE THE ONE SHOUTING. ALSO, YOUR EYES ARE AWESOME. NOW GET YOUR BUTT ON DAT DANCE FLOOR AND LET'S GET IT ONNN!" Ashley yelled, and then disco magical music magically appeared. It had magical powers n' stuff. Also, it had a child inside the disco ball that sang really horrible songs about tiny cramped spaces and it was miserable for everything and everyone listening.

AHEM. (Again...) "Steve, Enderman, get to it!"

And that was how Steve, Enderman, and Herobrine all realized multiple things. Steve realized that for a tall, stick-looking mob, Enderman knew how to break dance really well. Enderman realized that for a constantly blinking, weird creepo, Herobrine wasn't that bad at staring contests. (Enderman still won, but still, he's Enderman.) And Herobrine realized that Steve, despite being well, Steve, and being an idiot at times, Steve knew how to dance, to the point where Herobrine was almost kind of a little bit jealous.

And thus, the interviews continued.