"Alright! Before we start, if you don't know how wipeout works, and haven't seen it, then you guys have had laughter-less childhoods."

"I've seen it!" Baby Sheep grinned. "It's so evil and so funny that it's just so perfect!"

"Alright, rules. You basically have to get the end within a certain amount of time in your attempt to beat everyone else. The last course will be worse than the others, I assure you, but all the courses will be minecraft-styled. First place, with the quickest time and least times fallen into the water, will get a golden ferrari and a railroad track that you can build wherever you'd like. Second gets five stacks of cookies. Third place gets three stacks of iron blocks. Fourth place gets...a single gold nugget. Fifth place, gets a, uh, happy shot. Six place...I get to choose. Seventh and last place gets to boil in a cauldron while munching on cookies and listening to nyan cat."

Baby Sheep asked, "What happens to sixth?"

Ashley bit her lip for a long moment, and then her glance met Herobrine's, and she grinned. Herobrine silently begged that it wouldn't be that bad, but if Ashley had entered a murderous-grin-contest and Herobrine was a judge, the vampire would've given her a ten.

"The sixth gets a...gift, from Herobrine."

Herobrine froze. "Gift...?"

"A lighted TNT block."

"Oh." Herobrine said. "Let us all pray that that person is Villager...wait, is respawn on this dare?"

"Yep."

"Damn."

Ashley grinned. "Alright. Everyone gets leather armor, but besides that, you guys are on your own. Go have fun!"

And they did. Well, most of them didn't, but Baby Sheep and Baby Mooshroom definitely did. Not that they were first; no, they were far from it, but they quite enjoyed watching Villager repeatedly fall on his face.

The first course was much like living in minecraft; every time you turned around, there was different biome. But the wipeout course made it a lot more fun. Baby Sheep particularly loved the one where you had to jump over cows, because Villager tripped over all of them, then growled and got into a fight with the said lazy creature, before Villager would eventually give up and on to the next one.

The second course was more cave-like. It was almost impossible to see, except sometimes you saw flashes of something that looked like redstone, or the faint bubbling of lava. Part of the course was do dodge the checkered-looking holes full of lava, and that was Blaze's favorite, and she found it the easiest. Actually, Blaze, Lapis, and Creeper found the wipeout all to be pretty easy and enjoyable, and were all close to winning. Creeper, however, was ahead of the other two. He was a bit more, well, flexible. Really, really unnaturally flexible. Lapis and Blaze actually had physical limits, and Creeper didn't seem to.

They had yet another course, in which it looked like a mixture of the Nether and The End. It was the hardest yet, and it nearly put Creeper in second instead of first, and it sent Baby Sheep and Baby Mooshroom, laughing, into five and fourth place. So far, it was Creeper, then Lapis, then Blaze, then Baby Sheep, then Baby Mooshroom, then Molten Zombie, then Villager. But then Molten Zombie had his comeback; in the Nether half of that course Molten Zombie excelled in it, while the other mobs were slower. Baby Sheep was directly after him, however, because she had an unusual tolerance to getting punched in the face by huge, quick hammers.

The score became Creeper in first, Molten Zombie in second, Baby Sheep in third, Lapis in fourth, Blaze in fifth, Baby Mooshroom in sixth, and Villager in seventh. And then it ended.

Being first, Creeper enjoyed his new car. Molten Zombie devoured all of the cookies, but was still hungry. Baby Sheep was imagining a palace made of iron. Lapis sighed, deciding that at least she was above the last three. Blaze appeared to be liking the taste of happy shot, and constantly demanded more. Multiple times. While she was still drinking it.

Villager seemed to enjoy being in last place, and seemed even more to enjoy the sound of nyan cat while eating cookies. He didn't seem to like the being boiled in a pot very much, but he didn't seem to care compared to the other two.

And that just left...Herobrine's 'gift.'

Herobrine wanted to slap someone. Out of everyone he had to let get blown sky-high, it had to be an irresistibly adorable baby mooshroom?

Herobrine sighed and said, "I can refuse this dare, right?"

"Yeah. And then Baby Sheep gets blown up instead."

Herobrine groaned. "Of course! Of course. You have got to be kidding me. I just...!djdpqoqirgjfnfjekjwwoqqppojwgjsndjfdknsjwkneiwuefhwioeuhsngjkwouoqiewjfwklndskhriuognjrughoeruighosierfjseijroij!"

"Um, are you okay over there, Herobrine?" Ashley stared at him.

Herobrine glared at her. "What do YOU think?"

"Um."

"Here, give me the TNT." Baby Mooshroom rolled her eyes.

Baby Sheep laughed. "If you think I'm gonna let you take that then you're crazy."

Baby Mooshroom and Sheep exchanged glances, and then both rushed towards Herobrine, who was still loosely and sadly holding the TNT.

While they got the TNT out of Herobrine's hands, and out of range of the others, they still touched it at the same time, and the moment they did, it lit up, fizzling, before a weird rocket shot out of it, and lifted both of them up, whizzing loudly and whistling a lot like a firework.

They only saw how firework-like it was when it reached the top, where it exploded, and bright red and white sparkles flew everywhere.

Baby Sheep and Baby Mooshroom both respawned next to each other, and glanced towards Herobrine, who was wide-eyed with his hands up, Kristina and Mama Mooshroom surrounding him. Zeus was smiling in the background.

"What was that for, Herobrine?!" Kristina yelled. "It was just supposed to be TNT, not a firework!"

"I didn't do it, I swear! It was kinda sickly amusing, and I know you think that's my specialty, but I swear I didn't do it! I don't even know how to do that! Believe me, if I did, I would've used it before."

"That's true." Kristina nodded. "BUT STILL."

"What did you want me to do?!"

"I don't know! But something!"

The baby mobs rushed forward, and Baby Mooshroom did the very best her tiny body was able to keep her mother back.

"Mom, mommy! He didn't do it!" She yelled.

"How do you know?"

"I..." Baby Mooshroom looked at Herobrine. "Hewobwine, did you put a firework in the exploding thing?"

Herobrine didn't waver. "No, I didn't."

Baby Mooshroom nodded, and turned back to her mom. "I don't know, mommy, I just know."

Mama Mooshroom glared at Herobrine. "Fine, who did do it, then?"

"I don't know. I mean, that was just cruel, but also kind of familiar..." Kristina frowned, and then she and Herobrine exchanged a wide-eyed glance before looking at Zeus.

Zeus grinned. "What?"

"Dad, we know it was you." Kristina said.

Zeus shook his head. "Took ya long enough."

Baby Mooshroom had to try, yet again, to hold her mother back, and Baby Sheep just warned an angry Kristina with a glance.

"And you're very right, Herobrine." Steve mentioned. "Your specialty is just about anything sickly amusing."

Herobrine stared back at him. "And you would know that better than anyone else, huh?"

Steve didn't reply.

"Okay, okay, next dare from Magic Gurl13..." Ashley read it for a moment. "Herobrine, you have a dare, to taste Steve blood-"

Herobrine rolled his eyes. "Been there, done that."

"-Without injuring him or worse." Ashley finished.

Herobrine blinked. "Never mind, then."

Steve looked like something had clogged his throat before he finally broke out, "Do we have to do this dare?!"

"Unless you'd rather have Zeus do whatever he wants to you, yes."

Steve bit his lip, unable to tell which is worse, silently knowing that once Herobrine started, the word 'stop' was erased from his dictionary. Herobrine was more controlled than other vampires, but he wasn't that controlled. Steve glanced at Herobrine, and Herobrine just grinned, showing off bright fangs.

Zeus was worse than Herobrine, as Steve had learned, and Steve couldn't stop the dare any other way, that he was just gonna have to wait. Steve groaned, and glared at Herobrine before saying, "UGH! Fine."

Herobrine's grin widened. "Really? You'd rather get bitten than get a shock full of lightning?"

Zeus laughed. "Believe me, he'd get more than some lightning."

Herobrine shrugged. "Point taken."

Herobrine walked over to Steve, so agonizingly slow, like he knew he had all the time in the world, most just to piss off Steve. It worked. Herobrine stopped and glanced back at Ashley. "Does it say where I have to bite him?"

"Nope." She replied, and then quickly added, "But please keep this under T, mkay?"

Herobrine outright laughed. "It's a little late for that, but sure, sure."

When Herobrine did get over to the suddenly colorless adventurer, Steve couldn't do anything besides close his eyes and wait, and it came. The cold, heavy, draining feeling in his heart, the white-hot, weightless about also heavy pricks on Steve's neck. And slowly, the pricks became stings, and the stings became searing, tearing aching. Steve gasped in pain. And then it was gone, leaving a dull sore feeling in his neck, which he rubbed, wincing. Herobrine was simply walking back to his, his eyes glowing bright red, and seemed unable to stop grinning.

Steve groaned. "Stop it!"

"Stop what?" Herobrine's grin widened.

"Just stop."

"If you insist."

"Alright, next dare..." Ashley read it. "From a Guest, Kristina, Tyler, you two have a dare to go somewhere and make out for an hour."

Kristina shook her head. "And I always thought that I would hate guests, or reviewers in general. Maybe I was wrong."

"Well, I'm not complaining." Tyler replied.

As the two turned to go, Ashley called after them, "See you in an hour!...Probably. *Now. HollyleafxScourge has decided which one of her OCs she wants in, one named Holly, but she shall be introduced, I decided, in what I'm going to the call the Revenge Chapter. Instead of the OCs being more of side-character audience, and the mobs the ones being interviewed, it'll be switched. After I post all of the reviews that you guys have already posted and finish this chapter, I'll post a chapter that will basically re-tell you everything about the OCs, because I know there's a lot of them to remember. THEN, I'll give you guys a couple days to come up with dares and questions FOR THE OCs, and ones that aren't for them, like for Herobrine or Jessica, will be ignored. So, basically, it's shoving the Oc into the spotlight." Ashley shrugged. "So the mobs get a break. A small one. Because I'll also add ONLY ten ONLY dares at the end of that chapter. And I'll randomly pick among them. If you guys don't post enough of the said dares that involve the OCs, and then a couple that also involve mobs, then I'll just come up it with a couple..."

Ashley cleared her throat. "Okay, that was all confusing, especially to me, so what I'm gonna do is try to clarify at the end of this chapter as well as at the beginning of the next chapter, mkay? Mkay. Stuff from HollyleafxScourge. Steve, Holly did have a dare to stab you in the arm, but, because she's not in yet, I just figured that Zeus might prefer to?"

Zeus grinned. "Can it be enchanted?"

"Uh, no." Ashley replied.

"Can it have poison at the tips?"

"No."

"Can I add in some-"

"NO. Now just throw the freaking knife!" Ashley groaned.

Zeus sighed. "You take the fun out of everything." He aimed, and then threw the knife directly at Steve, who had covered his face and flinched, as the knife dug deep into his shoulder, he cried out, and then the knife disappeared, and instantly, the wound healed, though Steve hadn't stopped wincing.

"Steve, a question from Holly, 'Steve, do you know that I would love to kill you?'" Ashley asked.

"What? No, never would've guessed that." Steve winced, rubbing his sore shoulder. He briefly wondered why everyone loved to leave in him pain.

Ashley flipped the page, and grinned. "Well, this is gonna be fun. First of all, we get a better TV. You know, so it's more terrifying or more sad when they went us to watch something. Steve, from The Silver Skull, 'Some people always say that if a player that using the default skin of minecraft is a noob, do you got offended by that?'"

Steve sighed. "It used to annoy me, but with all these certain new problems that is such a long list that I won't get into it, I don't really care anymore."

"Herobrine, you clearly know your creepypasta, right? What is your opinion on Zalgo, Jeff, E.J, Ben, Slender, and Smile Dog?"

Herobrine stared into thought. "For Zalgo, I gotta give him points on looking ultimately creepy and creepily ultimate.

"Jeff, well, if he was going for a terrifying face, I congratulate him, because he succeeded, but damn." Herobrine shook his head. I don't think looking ugly to look creepy is worth it, but then again, that's my opinion, so. AND, also, if I saw him I'd tell him to stop telling people to go to sleep, because any time he does everyone else finds it physically and mentally impossible." He shrugged.

"Eyeless Jack is...I don't know how to put it. A really thrilled but also thrilling kinda person. Not sure if that's the right word for him, but it's the best I can think of." Herobrine glanced at Steve. "You would just love him, Steve. Actually, that'd be really fun.

"Ben is just so weird, and so annoying. Yeah, yeah, we get it already, you hate water, go tell someone who cares.

"Then there's Slender. This might sound messed up, but I think that'd he's my favorite out of all of them. Doesn't waste time with words," Herobrine grinned, "if ya know what I mean. This is also going to sound messed up, but I think he's actually a lot creepier without a face, because with a face you know when someone's mad at you, or has a look that could be called the 'killer' look; basically, you can tell you're screwed. But if you see Slenderman in general you're screwed before you know it."

"Alright." Ashley said. "What about Smile Dog?"

At that point, Herobrine kind-of-almost shuddered. "Let's just say that I considered myself a dog person up until the point that I met him. I think it's a him, anyway. I swear, he and Jeff would probably be best friends, both of them obsessing over making their victims go to sleep first. Honestly, I just don't see the fun in that, and then you have to wait until they fall asleep and then again until they wake up, but whatever, those are their styles, I guess." Herobrine shook his head. "Jeez, though, if they all targeted one person, said person would so freakin' f-screwed, so very, very screwed." Herobrine then took a quick glance at Steve, and grinned. "Which might be entertaining, in certain circumstances."

"Zeus, can you name all of your brothers and sisters?"

Zeus laughed. "I've lived for more years than I'm able to count, and I can't even remember what my name used to be before I had it changed to Zeus. I do remember that my other name was ugly-sounding and long, though, and I was all too eager to change it. Anyway, I doubt there's anyone in this universe that could remember all of my siblings."

"Well, name at least same of your siblings."

"The main ones I can name. I say 'main' because they're the most constant. I'm pretty sure the rest have either fled or died, because the 'main' are the strongest, and therefore, much more worrisome. And 'sibling' by blood isn't a correct term; I'm related to them, but because I'm an immortal. We're 'siblings' as in a sibling immortal. There's Father of Feathers, Mother of Minecraft, Sister of Saplings, Brother of Bedrock, Master of Sarcasm, Queen of Enderman, or Enderia, King of Creepers, Queen of Fire, and Queen of Water. But their actual names are-"

"Shh! That's enough spoilers, already." Ashley rolled her eyes. "Prequel isn't done yet! Now. To all mobs; what does it feel like when you spawn from the spawner?"

"Kind of like getting splashed with water to wake someone up. Kind of annoying." Skeleton offered.

Spider shook his head. "More like having coffee in the morning."

"You had coffee before?!" Cave Spider gaped at him.

"Well, yeah. I regretted it, because it tasted disgusting, but I loved how fast it woke me up."

"You don't like coffee?" Ashley shook her head. "Well, I like the taste but hate the smell. Not sure if that makes any sense, but still. Alright, a question for both Enderman and Enderdragon. How was the The End made? And why are you guys the only mobs who have their own dimension, why not share with other mobs?"

"The End wasn't made." Enderman replied. "It was always there, there's a darker side to everything, and it wasn't just made. If it was, definitely not voluntarily."

"And, anyone can enter The End," Enderdragon spoke up, "if they know how to get there. Everyone does. No one attempts."

"Wise decision." Enderman murmured. Enderdragon gave him a look, and Enderman chose to shut up.

Just then, the wind picked up, and a small tornado started to swirl in the distance. Herobrine glanced at Zeus. "Dad, knock it off, you've done enough damage."

"It's not me." Zeus replied.

"That's because it's time for the dares." Ashley grinned. "First up, Steve. You get to go play Slenderman again."

Steve exhaled. "Is Herobrine coming this time...?"

Ashley shook her head. "No. Now go have fun!"

The conclusion of that was the only one who really had fun was Slenderman, which wasn't good for Steve, or for any other living creature, really. Unless it was a cat, sheep, or mooshroom.

"Alright, well, Herobrine, this is a dare of a new kind. You get to go back in time, kill your mother before you were even born, and then wait and see what happens to you, and if the universe gets blown apart or not."

Herobrine didn't say anything for one minute, then two, then three, and then he burst out, "What?!"

"No, just kidding. You get to go to the creepypasta reunion they're having for a while. Heh, have fun."

Herobrine blinked. "Well, then. Okay?" He got up, and then glanced backwards and called, "And don't cha worry, Steve, I'll get you a souvenir, of sorts."

"I'd really rather you didn't!" Steve yelled back as Herobrine laughed and disappeared.

"Alright, a dare for Creeper, Skeleton, Zombie, Enderman, and Snow Golem. You guys have to drink this Chemical X, and then 'feel the power.'"

Apparently, the following mobs really 'felt the power,' but that didn't end well for anyone else, really. Or for the ground. Especially not for the ground.

"Alright, then." Ashley cleared her throat and tried to recover. "Wasn't that fun! Heh. Um, right now..." Ashley read the next review, and froze. And then read it again. And then said, "Wow, okay, okay. Wow. Alright. Guys, here's a note from Hope915; 'Hello, ladies and gentlemen.

I appreciate what you've done for the universe, and I believe a reward is necessary.

Each of you will receive $15,000 a month for the rest of your lives, courtesy of Corona Industries.

How did we know, you may ask? Well, we had an agent on the inside. Reveal yourself, please.'

Ashley immediately looked directly at Midnight. The cat grinned. "Hi, guys."

Creeper did a double take. "Holy-! You weren't kidding, when you said-in the truth shot-you weren't kidding! Oh my gosh! Midnight you're a- you're a- an actual secret agent?!"

Midnight grinned. "Yeah, kind of, I guess you could put it that way. I was hired to observe the interviews. And I have contacts that have a GPS and pinhead cameras. They're really cool. Now. Is that all Hope had to say?"

Ashley looked back at the note. "Nope. They also add, 'Now I know this may come as a shock to you all, Creeper especially. However, Midnight has expressed the wish to remain with you all for as long as possible. Consider it granted. The cameras and GPS have been permanently disabled.

One last detail still remains.

Ashley and Tyler, you worked for a small media startup. That startup company has now been purchased by Corona Industries for $3,000,000. Just so you're aware, you now work for me.

I hope that you all have a wonderful day.

-Hope, Corona Industries.'" Ashley finished. "SO, guys, first thoughts?"

"We work for a reviewer." Creeper muttered. "What could that mean?"

Ashley silently thought that there was a fifty percent chance that they were very screwed, but instead said, "I don't know, but it'll be fine, heh, yeah, it'll be fine. Especially with 15,000 every month, I mean, just, I'm not complaining. But Hope said that your GPS and cameras are off for good, Midnight?"

Midnight nodded. "Yes. Kinda disappointing, because they were really cool, but I'll live, I suppose."

Creeper shook his head. "I am never, ever going to get used to the fact that you can talk, am I?"

"You will, probably. But remember that we can say whatever we want in 'meow' and no one else will be able to understand us, so." Midnight grinned, and then meowed at him. Creeper had trouble not laughing.

"ALRIGHT, so, here's what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna post the entire review from PrincessLyoka, and then I'm gonna ask the questions from it separately from it, and then you guys answer them. Mkay? Mkay. Here's the note; ' just have an inquiry, and my subconsciouses have a question each, that's it. If you're feeling rushed, you don't have to add these. I'm dead on the OC front thou, so that's good for you.
"But I had an OC."
Shut up, Vivian. Wait, you have an imagination?
"Oh shut up."
'Honestly, if she even had one it'd be filled with insanity.'
"We are insanity."
'No.'
And while they're fighting, shall I ask le creeper if le piggies are truly related to thou?
"Go Middle Ages and stupid royal people - NOT."
I am offended.
"No dur you would."
Before I try to mentally STRANGLE you, what's your question?
"Alrighty. To Herobrine-"
I know where this is going. *facepalm*
"-this is sort of a role-playing question. You're in the Nether and you get news that a child, a boy no older than ten, who can do magic, somehow is in this dimension. Or has been for a couple weeks under secrecy. You now decide to go after him, only to see him slip away into a Nether portal. Do you track him down, and if you do, what do you do to him? If you decide to let him go, what was your intention?"
You like to spoil my future stories, don't you?
"Only this one."
'Good thing I don't.'
"You're too good."
'You're too bad.'
Brian, please end us off.
'Okay. Enderman, how do you teleport to and fro the End? And why do your eyes turn from purple at night to white at day?'
" *silence* "
Brian, I think you broke her.
'Then HURRY.'
I hate it when you yell.
'You're the one typing.'
Stop reminding me.'" Ashley then said, "Okay, well, that was definitely interesting. So, the first question was, Creeper, 'le Creeper, are le piggies truly related to thou?'"

"Yes, I am truly related to 'le piggies.' Not that it's that fun to admit. 'By the way, you're a mistake. You were supposed to be a mindless pink idiot that would only serve as food, but you ended up an exploding suicidal, armless freak.'" Creeper sighed. "It sucks."Midnight meowed something at him, and cuddled next to him. Creeper muttered, "thanks."

Ashley started, "'Herobrine, this is sort of a role-playing question. You're in the Nether and you get news that a child, a boy no older than ten, who can do magic, somehow is in this dimension. Or has been for a couple weeks under secrecy. You now decide to go after him, only to see him slip away into a Nether portal. Do you track him down, and if you do, what do you do to him? If you decide to let him go, what was your intention?'"

Herobrine blinked. "A kid? In the Nether? Someone's been eating too many oreos. Then again, if he can do magic, then this kid as had just the right amount of oreos, with a lot of learning. Must've been hard for someone so young. And yeah, I'd find him, see how he's so good with magic. He'd probably attack me if he saw me, though, if he's learned anything about Minecraftia." Herobrine grinned. "That'd be really fun."

Steve sighed. "So you're going after kids now?!"

"No," Herobrine rolled his eyes, "just wanna know what his secret is, is that so wrong? Seriously, though, that kinda talent has gotta be known about, ya know?"

"I know." Ashley replied. "Next is a question for Enderman. Why does it look like your eyes are white in the day, and purple at night?"

"Um, they're always purple, but I guess it just glows better in the night?" Enderman shrugged.

"Okay, one more question for Enderman. How do you teleport to and from The End?"

"I just teleport?" Enderman shrugged. "Unless you're not experienced with magic. Some smaller endemen or enderwomen when they're younger can't teleport very well, and the End Portal basically does it for them until they get the hang of it. Like my little girl. She can only flash and blink for a while, and might be able to go a couple feet, but one time she ended up in the Nether. She's been too afraid to teleport since then, but she just needs some practice. A lot of us do, so."

"Okay, from AntarcticBlaze, Blaze, 'I know I'm an ice blaze and all, but I'm still 3/4 blaze (I'm 1/4 iron golem *insert awesome smiley face here) so why is it that whenever I visit, the blazes just attack me? Is it a new form of greeting? Do they not recognize me? Anyways, when you see them again, just tell them please... Since I'm ice it makes me miserable going to the hot nether in the first place (no offense) anyways, thanks!"

"It's not a new form of greeting," Blaze rolled her eyes. "That would be horrible. It's actually worse than that...I feel terrible about it, because ice or not, a blaze is a blaze, but...but, I..." Blaze bit her lip, and glanced around nervously. "It's because...well..." She swallowed, and glanced between Ghast and Wither Skeleton.

Ghast said, "I've got your back. And he does, too. Right, Wither?"

Wither Skeleton nodded. "Yes. It's about time her reign ended; it's about time someone knew about it."

Blaze took a deep breath. "Sorry, AntarcticBlaze, but the reason we always attack you is because..." She closed her eyes, like waiting for a some God to strike her down. "Because the Queen of Fire doesn't like anything that has to even remotely do with water in her Nether and she had us attack you and if...if we didn't listen..." Tears sparked in her eyes, and Ghast just hugged her, as the only thing that she could get out was, "I'm so sorry."

Zeus glanced fixedly at the ground for a moment, the earth shook for a moment, like it was howling in anger, and then the immortal smiled. "The Queen of Fire won't be touching you any time soon, Blaze."

Blaze took a deep breath and nodded. Ghast couldn't really hug her, but he did the closest thing he could; cuddling. Blaze looked from Wither, Ghast, and Zeus and said, "Thank you."

"Alright, a question from a Guest, Slime, why do you always jump on people, especially at their head?" Ashley asked.
Slime grinned. "Because it's really funny!"

""Ghast, you have a dare, from NindroidZane007 to cook a raw chicken."

Ghast held up the item, and blew a bit into it, focused for a moment, and then blew just the right amount of heat for one moment, two moments, and then the chicken was a crispy, golden color. Steve's move watered.

"Alright, another dare. Everyone besides Zeus has to hold sixty four diamonds in their hand without dropping it. And I don't mean just holding, I mean all of them balancing on top of each other up to the sky." Ashley said.

No one ever really won that, besides Steve, who apparently had some practice with balancing diamonds. The rest of them ended up in a mess of diamonds around them, and, as the winner, Steve got to take ALL of the diamonds, and laid on this huge mountain of it.

"Herobrine and Steve," Ashley said, and was answered with two groans, "you two have yet another dare together. This one, however, is where you get to destroy each other, if that makes you feel any better. Herobrine, you get leather armor, and Steve gets diamond armor. For weapons, Herobrine, you have wooden sword, and Steve, you get a diamond sword. Both of you have no powers."

"Oh, look, Steve, you get an advantage." Herobrine said. "Maybe now you can avoid death for a while longer."

"Do yourself a favor," Steve glared, "and shut up."

"If you insist."

So, the two began fighting. Herobrine was annoyed at how Steve's sword sliced through his, but if there was a study of escapology, Herobrine would get A+. Steve was unable to get his sword on him for multiple minutes, as Herobrine flipped backwards and dodged every strike. Getting pissed, Steve was running low on energy, which made him desperate, which made his guard lower faster. One time he shot it too far, too loosely, too quickly, leaving a lot of him exposed.

Herobrine saw his chance, and took it. He punched Steve in the stomach, and then aimed a strike at Steve's sword hand. While Herobrine's punch was successful, his attempt at disarming was not, and Steve quickly lashed his sword downwards, and Herobrine would have taken it to the shoulder if he remained where he was, but he dodged backwards, instead getting a thin but painfully sharp, stinging cut from his neck to the tip of his face. Herobrine wiped the blood off his chin, flicked it off his hand, and then did his best to block Steve's next blow, this one he hit with the hilt of his sword. While Herobrine took no damage from it, he was still knocked to the ground.

Steve raised the sword for the finishing blow, and...
Took a basket ball-sized rock to the face, and dropped his sword as he cried out in pain and fell backwards.

Herobrine picked up both the rock and diamond sword, and as Steve's world remained dizzy, it suddenly also became painful as he took a pain to his head, and then something sliced at his neck, and then the black and sudden brightness of respawning. Grumbling, he walked back to the chair.

"Alright. Last dare from NindroidZane007, and couple of you are going to love it, I'm sure. Everyone has to tell a campire horror story. But all of us is a lot, and it would probably take a good ten thousand words to cover that. So, we'll just do one, and the ones who want to can work together to create it."

Kristina and Herobrine exchanged a glance. Herobrine raised a brow.

Kristina frowned. "That's a little rough, Hero."

"So? It's a horror story for a reason."

"Yeah, but...it's true, though, it's just..." She shook her head. "If we do tell it, you're gonna be the one talking the most, and I'll just be adding in stuff.

Herobrine grinned. "Fine by me." He spoke up. "This is called, the Curse of the Dark Ones. And it's true, as I'm sure Enderdragon and Enderman can back me up on that, correct?"

Enderman shivered, and couldn't reply. Enderdragon glanced at the growing shadows around him, as the sun slowly set, and it got colder. Enderdragon nodded.

"Alright. So, the Dark Ones were basically regular Ender men and women, following all the rules that every Ender man and woman had to. But they didn't really like those rules. The four best friends didn't like how they weren't able to use the dark magic that all general Enders of any kind were granted with. The dark magic was, as I've witnessed, darker than mine, on a level that is almost uncomprehensible. Most Enders saw this as a threat; it had destroyed their simple, usually free way of life before. But the Dark Ones, as they had come to calling themselves, simply didn't see the point in not using a gift. So, they did. They had meetings in a certain spot, a different place every night. No one ever caught them practicing dark magic, no one ever saw what they created. The Dark Ones made a kind of twisted beauty that is rarely known of today.

Even if you had a brain the size of a peanut, you could tell that Dagger was the leader out of all of them. It's not that he had that air about him, because he didn't; he could blend in, if he wanted to. But if you looked into those eyes, those unusually colored, green and dark purple eyes, you'd know that you would have to go through him to get to the others.

"What they did, though, wasn't all that bad, until Dagger found a book, about immense power, that could make you as close to a mortal was ever going to get to being immortal. He craved the thought of being up at the very top, but noticed with a bit of disappointment that the spell required a soul. A living, breathing, but weakened soul, and not just any soul but a soul very capable of dark magic; the soul of another Ender.

Dagger knew that was where the complication lied. Even if he was desperate enough to take someone's soul, which the thought of rather disturbed him, he couldn't take the soul of a grown Ender, because anyone in their right mind would teleport as far away from someone trying to inflict such pain to them. He would need someone who couldn't teleport."

Enderman had tears in his eyes. "A child."

"Yes." Herobrine replied. "So while Dagger liked the thought of being basically immortal, he wasn't willing to pay the price, and decided that even mentioning it to the other Dark Ones would be a bad idea."Herobrine said. "But, Dagger had started something that he couldn't stop. He had caused so much dark magic, that other shadows, other entities of black, began to swarm around them, clouding their minds. It made Dagger tell the others about it, and the others almost agreed.

Shadow, one of the Dark Ones, was more aware of anyone what was happening, and he rather liked it, for he was partly a dark entity himself, and didn't seem to think that the others needed to know that. It was mostly his fault that the other shadows were there in the first place.

"So much dark magic there, not just in their minds but around them, started a curse. A curse that could not be broken by anything but light magic, something the Dark Ones had nothing of. And they couldn't stop it. It made them give in to their darker side, because to resist it seemed to hurt.

"So Dagger, his own soul practically diminished, as that's what dark magic of that level will do to you, began the spell. He targeted a child, an orphan, named Chrisa. She lived basically, on top of a redstone block that she admired every day. She had no real home, no family. She was at the far south end of The End. No one would hear her scream. She was the easiest target. Which didn't please Dagger, or Shadow, for that matter. If they had to have one thing in common, it would be that they both were obsessed with challenges, and conquering limits. But any other way wouldn't end well for them, so their chosen victim was Chrisa.

"Lavender and Luna, the other two members of the Dark Ones, were sisters. As a member of the Dark Ones, to show it somehow, they had to wear a kind of robe, and it could have any design or color you wanted. Lavender's was the color that was her name, and was dazzling, and almost confusing, while Luna's was bright blue, simple, but powerful.
Together, they were unstoppable, and were the best qualified to start the beginning of one miserable night.

"Chrisa, the sisters would tell you, was a good fighter, but it's hard to fight once you're knocked out. This annoyed Dagger, because as the spell said, the unfortunate soul had to be awake.

So Chrisa did, eventually, wake up, on a smooth stone surface. She tried to move, but couldn't. That much she didn't understand; there was no chains, no ropes, no nothing, but still Chrisa couldn't move. Something bound her there. She was able to talk, though, and the moment she saw Dagger, reading a book in a corner, with a large selection of knives and other tools she herself couldn't explain next to him, a scream ripped its way out of her throat. It got Dagger's attention. Hell, it probably got the attention of all of the zombie pigmen down in the Nether. Dagger got up, called in Shadow, and they started." Herobrine paused. "Anyone know how to get the soul out of someone?" He glanced at Kristina. "-Besides sucking it out of them?"

"They have to die." Kristina said. "The closer someone gets to death, the more the ties that bond someone to their soul is broken, that why people die. And when a soul leaves a body, it moves closer towards the sky."

Herobrine nodded. "So they had to get the soul out of her, but there was one problem; the spell basically was to absorb the soul of someone capable of dark magic, but that someone still had to be alive, even if ever so slightly. So the easiest way was simple, but not one Chrisa would find pleasant; the target would have to be beaten to the point that the soul would at least surface, and then the soul would be ripped out, and the spell could actually begin.

"Dagger's mind was beginning to clear a bit, so he hesitated, but Shadow soon helped the dark magic change that. Then Dagger and Shadow both started, having to be precise; they'd have to leave the small one near death, but not over it. Chrisa's screams lasted long into the night, ringing in the ears of the only two that could hear them, her captors, but not in the ears of anyone that would help her. Eventually, she didn't scream, because she couldn't; she could hardly breathe. Her eyes were fogged with tears that had long since dried, but the fog was also somehow in her chest; her very soul was visible. Shadow took pride in being the one to grab the white wisps and pull.

As her soul was ripped from her body, Chrisa's whole body shuddered, and she opened her mouth like she might yell, but all that got out was a choked sob. Shadow and Dagger were quick in doing the spell, and succeeded.

So Shadow and Dagger split the soul into fourths, and took two parts for themselves. As they absorbed it, four things happened. Shadow had a wide smile grow across his face as the power filled him, and Dagger almost did the same. They both felt like they could do anything, like the world was theirs.

And Chrisa simply felt like she was dying. The searing, pounding pain had become a dull aching, which had turned to a weak numbness. She couldn't see very well, as the world was dark and blurry, but she could make out Dagger's eyes very well.

While Chrisa was closing her eyes for the last time, something in Dagger's eyes died; the last remains of his soul. The dark magic had finally had its feast of the two souls, and the Dark Ones later found that the power wasn't permanent, and only lasted two weeks before wearing off, which meant that the Dark Ones would have to continue to get more souls. So they did. And have been, to this day. They're still a problem, but their appearances are much more rare. Only the most unlucky fool who stands in their way experiences what it feels like when your soul tears through your body." Herobrine finished. "And that's the Curse of the Dark Ones."

There was a long silence that made Herobrine grin. Enderman closed his eyes and somewhat recovered. After multiple minutes, Ashley finally said, "Well, then. Um. Okay. Guys. Herobine, 'why does Herobrine hate his so-called happy fuzzies?'" Ashley asked.

"It's not just MINE, everyone has 'happy fuzzies.' It's the best way I could think of to describe that really happy feeling that also kind of makes you wanna move around like crazy and jump off the wall a thousand times while dancing on the sun, but it also makes you wanna cry because you're so happy. I don't know why, but I really hate the fuzzy part, because it's kind of like resisting a happy shot, except you actually CAN resist it, but mostly makes you feel cramped and small and like you have to stand still or you'll explode. And once you do start moving, you can't stop. It's crazy. I don't hate them, like Jessica happy fuzzies I particularly like. But, I also have a theory..." Herobrine shivered a little. "After that one dare with the crowd of screaming people? I'm starting to think that 'fangirls' are really just people who have WAY too many happy fuzzies for one unfortunate person."

"That's a really good definition." Ashley grinned. "From a guest. 'Just saying, Ender pearl plus blaze powder equals ender eye. Hint, hint...'"

"What do you mean...?" Blaze started, and then stopped. "Oh."

"Oh." Enderman said. "That."

"Okay, that doesn't count. I was super crazy and we were both drunk on marshmallows, we were celebrating cuz it was the one time that Enderman agreed to come to the Nether. And we were just...nuts. Right, Endie?"

"Yeah. I also felt kinda bad for you. You seemed so sad. I didn't know what to do..."

"Well, anyone who knows you and has you as a friend is the luckiest mob in the world." Blaze grinned, her bright eyes looking into his.

It was the first time in his life that Enderman couldn't stare back. He cast his eyes downwards, his cheeks turning faintly pink. "Thanks..."
"It's really true, though." Ashley offered. "Now. Creeper, a reviewer calling himself CreeperGen, or Bruce, says he's a General of the creepers. 'Yet every time I join a survival world, you kill me. Seriously, why don't you remember me? Bruce, half Creeper, half umbreon.' Sound familiar?"

"Ugh, this guy again?" Creeper rolled his eyes. "Him being a General? No, there's no way that's possible. He's a player. I don't mean I have anything against players, okay, yes I do, but King Mantis despises them. A General has to be 'pure' and 'cleaned' and 'untouched in the filth of the world.' It would have taken something huge for a player to get on Mantis's good side, and that's just to the point where he wouldn't have killed him..." Creeper winced. "Uh, depending on Mantis's mood, and how smart this guy is. For a player to become a General? I'll have to see it to believe it. And I attack him because I saw him attack the Throne. Or, apparently, as he keeps saying, someone who looked a lot like him did that. But no one can just dress up like a General. It's not that simple. I don't know, maybe this guy is a General. So, whatever, believe what you want."

"Mkay, well, you guys can just have fun sorting all that out. Enderman, you get Da Vinci wings." Ashley said.

Enderman held up his arms that held the huge contraptions. "Whoa...do these things...do these things work?"

"Yeah..."

No sooner had Ashley said the one word than Enderman had teleported directly into the sky and...glided. Ashley had a feeling Enderman wouldn't be coming down for a while.

"Uh, Herorine, don't misuse this, please. You get a lifetime supply of TNT." Ashley said.

Herobrine grinned. "Define 'misuse.'"

"Exploding this world down to nothing but bedrock and remains."

Herobrine sighed. "You're no fun."

"Steve, you're going to need this. The reviewer is giving you a bomb disfusal kit." Ashley said. Herobrine and Steve exchanged dirty looks before Ashley continued. "Creeper, you get ten bottles of Memor-Kitty shot. Basically, it gives cats back their memory of you. Use them wisely."

Creeper looked about ready to have a heart-attack, and then squealed uncontrollably, before falling over and hugging the potions to his chest. Midnight did her best to calm him down, and it worked, as much as can be expected.

"Mkay, more awesomeness. Blaze, Enderman, you guys get blocks or carts of your choice that can't be stolen. Skeletons, you get ultimate bows and one arrow enchanted with Infinity. Babies, necromancy tome and life note. Kristina, infinite soul source, and aura vision for Tyler. Zombie Pigman, infinite butter, Ghast, happiness. Squid... god powers. Zombie, many brains."

Baby Sheep grinned at the necromancy tome. "I'm not sure what this does, but something tells me I'm gonna like it."

Baby Molten Zombie and Baby Mooshroom were glancing at the life note. "You touch it first!" Moltie said.

Baby Mooshroom shook her head. "Nuh uh, you touch it!"

"Oh, fine." Baby Molten Zombie sighed, and timidly held out a hand towards it. He touched it, and was surprised that his heat didn't shrivel it in the slightest. "Whoa..."

Ghast had a slow smile growing on his face. "Herobrine...is this what happy fuzzies are?"

"Yup." Herobrine replied. "Lucky you, you get a happy-moment one. The ones I hate are like sweet-cliche happy fuzzies. Those are the ones I always get. It drives me crazy."

"Alright. Well, this is interesting." Ashley grinned. "So, this guy has been giving everyone stuff to improve, and get better right? He, and I, really, can't come up with a single thing that could improve the Golems. Really, I couldn't agree more, you guys are too awesome to achieve any more awesome without overloading the Awesomeness Law." Ashley read the dare. "Oh! Speaking of improving. Zeus, you get Hades's job."

Zeus blinked, and then said, "Let me see that!" After reading the paper, proving that Ashley wasn't kidding, (why did everyone always believe that she was?) Zeus laughed his head off, and then disappeared. Kristina and Herobrine shook his head; the world was screwed as they knew it.

With a mouthful of brains, Zombie said, "You shouldn't have done that."

Skeleton then 'accidently' shot one of his arrows at him. Skeleton held up his hands. "I didn't mean to, I swear."

"Nice try, everybody knows you never miss." Wither Skeleton stared ath im.

"Actually, I never miss, but a lot of skeletons do, because they were too stupid to finish the training."

Wither Skeleton shuddered. "I can't blame them."

"Okay, the training sucked, yes, but, it also made me never miss, and it trained me to put myself back together within twenty seconds, so." Skeleton shrugged. "I hated it at the time, and I wanted to give up like everybody else, but now I'm not complaining."

"Alright...WahhooOOOOOOO! OMG yes! I get over nine thousand horse eggs! Sweet, okay, okay, calm, remain calm..." Ashley took a deep breath, and then said, "Steve, from Los Irwin, you have a dare to punch Herobrine with your iron fists. And , notes that 'sorry, Herobrine, but you kinda deserve it."

"It's true." Steve said.

Herobrine rolled his eyes. "Fine.

"Oh, and Steve, do us all a favor and limit yourself to two punches, that's it. Got it?" Ashley said.

Steve sighed. "You're no fun."

"Everyone keeps saying that!" Ashley groaned.

So, Herobrine just stood there, while Steve looked for a target. He decided that iron fists would go well with Herobrine's face. Herobrine winced when he was knocked backwards, but recovered quickly and then he and Steve went back to their jail-like chairs.

"Steve, a dare from Mayanmoustache. You have to walk in a village in your boxers singing 'I'm Walking On Sunshine." Ashley said.

Steve went and did so, and felt the strangest sense of deja vu while strolling through the village, screaming at the top of his lungs, "I'M WALKING ON SUNSHINE, WHOA OH OH! I'M WALKING ON SUNSHINE, OH OH WHOA! IT'S TIME TO FEEL GOOOOODDD!"

The villagers, recognizing both this horrible voice, the village idiot walking around, all put ear plugs in and continued what they were doing. They decided not to work with drunkies, which they were sure he was; he had done this kind of thing before. Every once in a while, someone would throw an item at him, like a sapling of an iron ingot, or even an anvil. That one particularly hurt.

Steve then joined the others, with an ice pack held to his head, wincing.

"Looks like you walked on sunshine! Now. Skeleton, why don't you have swords?"

"Because I was trained with bows. I could use a sword, but that requires fighting up-close. I prefer ranged weapons. It really annoys other people." Skeleton grinned.

Wither Skeleton shook his head. "Tell me about it."

"Alright, a question, Herobrine. 'Can Herobrine and Notch make friends and make a new mob together?'"

Herobrine and Steve both started laughing.

"I don't know which side of that question is more illogical. The idea that you guys would agree on a mob, or the fact that you guys would have to 'make friends.'" Steve chuckled.

"Oh, that's easy. Being friends with Notch would be like trying to dodge Skeleton's arrows, only probably a lot more dangerous. And if, for whatever reason, we did try to make a new mob, it'd probably look like a demon that half engulfed an angel." Herobrine rolled his eyes.

"Alright! A note from Wolf In Hell; 'Wither, hahaha, Wither is a brony, hahaha for al the things the overlord of the nether could be, he had to be a brony, hahahahaha *Passes out from lack of air*'"

Wither Skeleton glared at the unconscious body. "Bro, someone's laughing at the Overlord of the Nether. Not to mention the Friendship of Magic."

Skeleton frowned. "Well, clearly that person isn't too intelligent."

"I really wanna knock some sense into them."

"Don't-! That would, uh..." Skeleton glanced at Spider with a look that said, 'help.'

Spider spoke up, and nudged Cave Spider. "You don't wanna do that, Wither. The Overlord of the Nether shouldn't stoop down to their level. Uh, magic of friendship thing, remember?"

Wither hesitated. "True...hmph. Fine."

"Alright, now. In response to drake a hill, I was say that I'm writing another prequel to this story, yes, but I doubt it will be as long as a book. I HOPE it's not as long as a book. It will be interesting though, so. I wouldn't exactly call it a seres, but call it what you want. If you want to write a sequel to it, or change it completely and then just add in as you go, be my guest. And then, if you give a shout out to my story, I'll give a shout out to yours." Ashley replied.

"Okay." Ashley went to the next review and bit her lip. "We get to be stuck in a arena with Albert Wesker (from Resident Evil) Sovereign, Harbinger (from Mass Effect) Alduin (from Skyrim) The Diadact, 3 Hunters (from Halo) A T-Rex, Emperor Palpatine (from Star Wars) Jeff the Killer and a TreEnt." Ashley paused. "I only know like, four of those, but I think we can basically assume that we're screwed."

"Well," Herobrine flipped his knife around, "I'm at least gonna take out Jeff and Alduin. You guys can have the rest, but I have a score to settle with those two."

That's basically what happened. Alduin was soon taken down by Kristina, Herobrine, Jessica, and Tyler, and then the four turned on Jeff, who still kept them at bay for a while longer, before the T-Rex, the Emperor, and Harbinger joined in, and basically, the four were then screwed, as was the rest of the mobs.

Ashley blinked as she respawned. "Well, that was...lovely. Now.

Ashley cleared her throat. "Well, then. Enderman, you have to go teleport to 1937, and then come back."
Enderman shrugged and disappeared.

Ashley spawned a bat. "Why do you guys randomly fly around?"

"Cuz we can." The bat squeaked, then turned around and flew in circles above a hill.

"Baby Mooshroom, you have to choose someone you can't talk. Instead, they have to sing everything they want to say." Ashley said.

Baby Mooshroom grinned devilishly at Herobrine. Herobrine looked ready to beg her.

"I think...I'll pick..." She looked next to her. "Baby Sheep."

"Oh my gosh! I knew you were going to to that!" Baby Sheep groaned."

"Hey, Baby Sheep, that wasn't singing. You haveta. Now, Zeus, you get to talk in caps for the remainder of the chapter-"

"YES! FINALLY! A FUN DARE THAT I ACTUALLY WANNA DO. THIS IS GONNA BE AWESOME. NOT ONLY DO I HAVE HADES'S JOB BUT NOW I GET TO SHOUT ABOUT IT! HECK YEAH!"

"Heh, yeah, that's wonderful, Zeus. Please keep that mouth of yours shut. Now. Creeper, apparently, Hope915 says you're green because you're actually intelligent moss, and has a link. Let's look."
Creeper watched the video, and then remained silent for multiple minutes. "I...er...well. Shit."

"Soo? Is it true?" Ashley asked.

"Well, see, the thing about that is, that, uh..." Creeper stopped for a minute, and then self-destructed.
Steve, being the closest to him, fell backwards, and then jumped up, brushing off his armor repeatedly. "Ew, ew, ew, Creeper spores! EWWWW!"

When Creeper respawned, he grinned at Steve's reaction. "Well, since he finds it so disturbing. Sure, yeah, that's totally true. Probably."

"Okay! Last review, a note from TheCupcakeCute; 'yay you posted i am happy! I know, lamest review ever, right?' Okay, guys, that is totally not true. If you post a review just to say that you're happy, ya know what, I'll put on the Happy song and start clapping with ya. Now. From Dedan, Herobrine, you have a dare to fight The Batter from the game OFF. You get no invincibility, or any special powers, but, Steve gets to back you up."

"Oh, lucky me." Steve rolled his eyes.

"Mkay. The Batter gets his Add-ons, and his gets to, er, 'examine' Herobrine and Steve, and then shop from Zacharie before the fight begins." Ashley said. "In other words, he gets an advantage."

"Yeah, well, this 'Batter' person is gonna need it." Herobrine rolled his eyes. "And...examine? Really?"

"Before the fight, we get to look at a video that his this guy in it. Everybody does. Herobrine, a note from Dedan; 'Everyone has to watch it...F ING EVERYONE! I'M LOOKING AT YOU HEROBRINE YOU CONCEDED B CH!"

Herobrine held up both hands. "Okay, okay, jeez, I'll watch it, but for Sister of Saplings's sake, quit yelling. And I used to think dropping shampoo in the shower was loud."

So they watched the video, and then Ashley stared around at a silent group. "Sooooo? First thoughts?"

"Just a guy with a really annoying voice, these circle things that apparently can bleed that seem to be his allies but it also seems like he doesn't care about them at all. Actually, he doesn't seem to care about anything, besides killing stuff."

"You two must be related." Steve muttered.

Herobrine rolled his eyes. "I think I'd remember being related to the guy who was about to, but for some selfish reason didn't, kill the ugliest frog I've ever seen. And I've seen some ugly frogs. But never one that begs for mercy so pathetically. I wonder if that toad king is really that desperate."

"He is." A familiar but new voice broke in. "And his name is Zacharie."

"He has a name?" Herobrine frowned. "It is a he, right?"

"Yes." The Batter came out, glancing between Steve and Herobrine with an uncaring, slightly (slightly more than slightly,) condescending glance. "Are you two twins?"

Steve sighed. "Why does it seem like everyone asks that?!"

"Because the only difference we really have is that my eyes glow." Herobrine said.

"Uh, we have another huge difference; I'M not a killer!"

"Not true, actually. You should see yourself at night, grabbing your diamond sword, thinking you can take monsters at night." Herobrine scoffed.

"Okay, so, rephrase; I'M not a killer that enjoys it, you are!"

The Batter glanced at Herobrine. "Really?"

Herobrine grinned. "Possibly."

Batter stared for a moment longer, and then said, "Excuse me, while I go grab what I need."

Batter didn't like long. He came back looking more than ready for a fight.

Herobrine watched him for a moment, making a note of how Batter was in serious need of a staring contest with Enderman, which might put him in his place. Herobrine grinned a bit before asking, "Is respawn on?"

"If you're asking what I think you're asking," Ashley replied, "no, if you kill him, he won't be permanently die. Respawn is on."

Neither Batter or Herobrine looked very pleased about that, but Herobrine sighed and said, "Fine. Then let's do this. What happens if Steve and I win?"

"Then Herobrine, you'd get an upgraded knife, and Steve, you'd get an enchanted diamond pickaxe. Batter, if you win, you get the biggest upgrade of any Add-ons you could possibly think of."

Batter nodded. "Works for me."

Steve and Herobrine exchanged glances.

Herobrine muttered, "You're just gonna run from him, aren't you?"

"Are you kidding? I'm not afraid of that freak. I really hate to say it, but with this 'advantage' of his, I'm gonna have to help you if we're gonna beat him."

Herobrine cracked his knuckles absentmindedly. "Agreed. But first, just making conversation, do you have a soccer ball?"

"A-...a soccer ball?" Steve frowned. "Er, yeah. Why?"

"Do you have it with you?"

"Yeah."

"Get ready to get it out."

"Uh, okay?"

And with that, the fight began.