Dear readers,
You guys had a ton of dares and questions that were so awesome, but I didn't end of up doing most of them, SOOO...there MIGHT be an interview at the beginning and end of the sequel, if Herobrine doesn't kill me first...
Herobrine: If.
Heh. So, until then, enjoy this chapter.
JUST KIDDING. REALLY FAST, HERE'S ONE MORE OC FROM Kingdom Lover123123
Name: Rose
powers: Ice, healing, flight
Looks: Basically what Steve wears, but pink shirt and black skirt. She has golden hair with red at tips. Her eyes are ruby, but when she isn't wearing her necklace witch has her gem, her hair is brown and her eyes are light blue. she is hero and notch's sister. her necklace is an ice ruby covered in crystal diamond.
"Ladies and gentlemen, sadistically amused readers and unfortunately doomed characters, way too powerful but still pretty awesome OCs, please, take a moment to enjoy the following realization:
THIS IS THE FIRST PART OF THE FINAL FINAL CHAPTER, ALSO KNOWN AS;
THE CHAPTER OF REVENGE.
"For today, the OCs are the ones that get to take the blow. However, the mobs will not have a long break, for I have ten questions/dares that they're going to get, and I've picked the worst ones. But the OCs are in for it, though."
Despite these promises, many of the OCs looked confident, including Will Flamel and Vi. Vi actually looked a little too eager, and almost bumped into Holly. Both of them muttered a 'sorry,' but the sound was mostly blocked out by Bruce, who was busy cracking his knuckles. Creeper rolled his eyes at him. Megalozzy was busy glaring at Steve, but Steve was having trouble looking away from Endervice, whom everyone, whether it was an OC or mob, had concluded was, at the least, very strange. Herobrine was busy being extremely amused; this would definitely be a fun chapter, and the best part? He wasn't actually in the spotlight, not as much, at least. There wasn't a lot else he could ask for. Baby Mooshroom and Baby Sheep were both giggling, looking at Drayke, who was about as hyper as a baby bat on steroids owned by Molten Zombie. (Don't ask, Molten Zombie won't ever tell, I've asked him a thousand times already.) Sarah Heart looked brave but passive, but really she was beside herself with anxiousness and curiosity. Mackenzie and her were exchanging glances, but mostly Mackenzie was glaring at Herobrine, a fiery kind of glance that Herobrine knew well. Herobrine just smiled in a cold way back at her. Lumanii was listening to music, and occasionally she would glance at Ronan, who just looked around like he didn't care, but both of them, like many of the other OCs, they were mostly looking forward to the last ten dares or questions. Rose was trying not to laugh when she saw some of the looks on the others faces, and nobody could really blame her.
Trianera was playing with a ball of magic, which got her disproving glances from Zeus, but she didn't seem to care much. Dovahking was feeling weighed down by the gold in his pocket, as usual, but he was kind of anxious to use one of his favorite weapons, anything to get moving already. It was not wise to keep a dragonborn bored. Corona was watching Trianera's ball of light that danced around her fingers. Stephanie was casting b
ored looks at everyone besides Kristina and Zeus, who she was exchanging glares with.
Mostly, it was mixture of glares and impatient rolls of eyes.
"Well, what an atmosphere, jeez, horrible for the beginning of this chapter. Alright, to change that, let's get some action in. First dare...Herobrine, Sarah, you two are up."
Herobrine grinned. "Let me guess...something involving a silver table?"
"You only wish, but kind of close. You two get to fight to the death."
"Ha, twenty bucks says Sarah beats the crap out of him." Zeus chuckled.
"Forty says you're wrong." Dovahking spoke up.
Zeus raised a brow. "You're on."
Sarah was grinning uncontrollably. She ripped off her black leather jacket and threw it in a random direction- unfortunately, it hit Baby Sheep in the face, which got Sarah glares from Kristina and growls from Wolf, (who generally thought that any baby mobs were adorable) and giggles from Baby Sheep, Baby Mooshroom, and Baby Molten Zombie. Wolf and Kristina both eventually cracked a smile when Baby Sheep threw the jacket back at Sarah, and hit her in the face as well. Sarah sighed and put it on the ground, hoping grass and bugs would generally leave it alone.
Herobrine took mere moments to get ready, since it doesn't take long to get out a sword and plaster a devilish grin to your face, but Sarah took her time, not in any rush to kill Herobrine. The longer, the more suffering, as both of them knew well.
But eventually she was ready, a ball of water and air in one hand, and a sword in the other.
The moment Ashley called out, "Go!" Sarah disappeared, blending into the background of the forest.
Herobrine had to admit, he was impressed. He had seen many camouflage spells, and it was among the hundred hardest spells, (Will Flamel's father had actually written a book known as 'Hardest Hundred Spells) and it was a hard spell to successfully do, but Sarah managed to do so masterfully.
Camouflage, of course, had two sides to it; offensive, and defensive. It's the perfect way to get away, but it's also one of the best ways to attack your opponent without them seeing you coming. Herobrine didn't need to be told that Sarah was on the offensive.
After waiting a while, and feeling a slash to his right arm, Herobrine ducked and did a rather uncontrollable spell, gambling on the chance that it would work. A white ball formed around him, and his eyes turned pitch black. The spell shuddered, but it worked.
Too well.
He had been planning on just attacking Sarah, who felt most of the blow, but the spell went farther, and also knocked back every other mob, immortal, or OC.
The attack wasn't as focused or as strong as Herobrine would have liked it to be, (give him a break, it had been what...fifty years? Sixty? since he'd used that spell) so Sarah probably would have been able to keep on fighting, except she was knocked head-first towards Drayke, who chuckled out of the corner of his mouth while he grabbed an unusual-looking, multi-colored cannon, and aimed it directly at her. A cry escaped her throat as the cannon went off and sent tons of streams and confetti around her. She was about to laugh at herself when Drayke also decided that an anvil could fit in a cannon. It didn't, not quite, but his arm was enough to throw it towards her and knocked her down, directly towards a tree. It most certainly would have killed almost anyone else, but Sarah got up, dazed and dizzy.
Dovahking handed Drayke a piece of cheesecake, which Drayke immediately seemed obsessed with. Then, to Drayke's immense amusement, Dovahking burned a small effigy of a gingerbread man. Then the dragonborn looked towards Zeus. "I believe you owe me a forty."
Grumbling and muttering about unreliable cheats, and some swear word in dragon tongue, which he knew almost as well as Dovahking, Zeus handed the dragonborn forty coins, which was added to an ever-growing bag. Dovahking wasn't worried much; he could probably afford thousands of bags. God, wouldn't that make his life a lot easier.
Ashley was looking back at her papers. "Okay, well, that's all nice and all. Now, another dare. Because this one involves the OCs, I'll allow it. Skeleton, as the dare says, you have to shoot at everyone, including the OCs, with respawn still on, of course, and cannot stop until do you. BUT, because I think that it would be easy but it would also take a while, I'm changing it up; you have to shoot all of THE OCs, and if you kill anyone besides an OC, you lose and the OCs win. OH, and the person or people who you accidentally killed that weren't OCs get to take revenge on you if so desired."
Skeleton rolled his nonexistent eyes. "Rules, rules, and more rules. Let's just go already."
"Alright, alright."
So they started.
Sarah, still not having recovered, was one of the first to go down, getting really annoyed by now. Dovahking wasn't going to let himself get shot down by arrows, especially not in the knee. Skeleton, grinning, was noticeably aiming for that certain place. The other OCs were still dodging and ducking out of the way, but mainly it was between Skeleton and Dovahking, until Skeleton noticed that Endervice was hardly moving, at all.
As it turns out, Endervice was a much more fun, but much more aggravating, target. Why? Because he danced.
After all, what fun is it to run or walk away? So Endervice mostly started breakdancing, until Skeleton aimed too often at the ground, and nearly shot him, so Endervice started shuffling and doing a lot of the worm. But what was most aggravating was when he started doing yoga with a mixture of karate, and still, Skeleton couldn't hit him.
It was at that point that Skeleton just walked up and punched Endervice in the face with his bow, a little too hard (or maybe that's what Skeleton intended); Endervice didn't have any hearts left, and respawned a while later, still dancing to a nonexistent beat.
The rest of the OCs were still rather hard to hit, especially Trianera, (her magic was getting really annoying,) but eventually, Skeleton had shot them all.
"Alright, next one." Ashley read her paper for a moment.
"Okay, guys, I'm going to call this is the Obsession Attack." Ashley looked up. "I have good news, and bad news. Who wants to hear which one first?"
"Bad news." Herobrine muttered.
"Oh, Hero, you're hilarious, you act like I was actually asking. I'm doing good news first. Everyone will get nine thousand of whatever they obsess over. Like, it will literally rain from the sky. However, the Masters of Obsession will appear, and be free to attack or, well, whatever it is they want to do."
"Gosh, let me guess, more immortals?!" Spider sighed.
"Uh, no. Fans, mostly fangirls. A lot of them. Oh, and OCs are allowed to be considered such as well."
There was a cheer from the couch with the OCs. Many were eyeing certain mobs. Creeper, Skeleton, Enderman, Herobrine, Steve, and Enderdragon felt like the eyes of so many were staring into their souls. Steve imagined a video game he had played once, something having to do with a thing called transformers or something, where he shot at robots, and he would have to get them in his targeting red circle thing. He felt like someone had a red circle aimed on him at that moment. He kind of wished they would just shoot and get it over with.
It took a moment for it to sink in. Herobrine and Steve exchanged glances; they knew what this meant. Steve looked ready to beg on his knees, JUST NO, NOT THE FANGIRLS, ANYTHING BUT THE FANGIRLS, but Herobrine just looked tired. Oh god. I am so done. So done.
But the Masters of Obsession, however, were very far from being done with them. And once they attacked, Herobrine felt the adrenaline he had been lacking moments earlier. Then again, almost anyone would turn around and run at the sight that Herobrine had seen.
It was a long time before it was over. Really, it was only thirty minutes, but for everyone involved, it felt like days. From the sky, many things fell. Rainbows, minecarts, flowers, weird winged cats, light sabers, food, cookies, so many, many cookies, marshmallows, fires, blood, weird soul-like wisps, books, and so many more that I do not care to mention mostly because it was only a mess that distracted the mobs, but not as much as they would have liked.
Herobrine tried to get up, shoving multiple minecarts and some items he couldn't even name off of him. They had been his cover, his safety; if he could just blend in with the mess, not exist anymore...
It didn't work. They found him. They punched him. (Mostly in the face. Others in other places that I will not mention.) They kissed him. They hugged him. They asked him a thousand questions, all at once, most of which were demanded or commands, commands that made even Zeus, who could hear from his hole he had found, shiver a little. Some went to an extent that he was sure would never be erased from his mind.
Enderman was no better off. He never thought it was possible to be showered with lipstick stains, but that's definitely what it looked like he had on him. They wouldn't leave him alone. He couldn't remind his body how to breathe, how to run, how to teleport. The eyes, so many, many eyes, like walls of them looking around him, won't look away, won't ever look away...
Enderdragon was still trying to shake items and awkwardly unconscious girls off his back. He wanted to be gentle, but honestly, everything was so chaotic, he wasn't sure whether one thing was a girl, guy, or a pile of trash. He didn't like thinking that, at all.
Steve was hugging his knees, crying in a corner, muttering on and on about roses. Lots of roses.
The rest of the mobs were okay. Mostly.
The OCs were not far away. Most were laughing, but a couple looked like they almost felt sorry for the mobs. But even the ones that pitied them were fighting a grin.
Ashley had ended up hiding in the same hole Zeus was in. Zeus didn't like her much, but even he wasn't cruel enough to throw someone back into the Masters of Obsession's world, so there Ashley had stayed, she and Zeus thankfully mostly ignored.
Herobrine really, really wanted to punch someone, anyone, particularly Ashley or Zeus, or maybe Steve, in the face. And then again. And again. And then he'd have to find himself a silver table...maybe some acid? No, no, too much, Herobrine, too much...Still, the vampire found himself grinning a little. He was just a little bit annoyed at the moment.
"Well." Ashley swallowed. "Okay. So. Um. Let's move on?"
There was no response, mostly just mobs glaring at her, besides Enderman, who, staring at the ground, muttered, "Lets."
"Okay. So, OCs, you have to fight each other with the item nearest to you. I'm sure," Ashley gestured to the mess, "that you have plenty of options. Have fun. Go."
The OCs grabbed the nearest weapon or item that could be used one, and aimed one at each other. Corona found a huge, blue gun, the size of a bazooka, and shot of kind like one, except it knocked her back whenever she shot it, and when its door-sized, bright red bullets made contact with anything, it dissolved and disintegrated.
The OCs were actually enjoying themselves. Sarah had finally recovered, and much enjoyed shooting Megalozzy and Drayke with a gun that was abnormally light, and kind of floated when she wasn't holding it. Then Mackenzie aimed her weird bow-looking hammer at Sarah, and Sarah shot a bullet- and collided, shooting Mackenzie, Stephanie, and Ronan all at once. Sarah had barely managed to get out of the way in time, but then decided that she would find a different weapon, before the one she had got her out, too.
Corona and Dovahking were having their own showdown. Dovahking's shouts, (he mostly used fus-ro-dah, but who on earth wouldn't? It's like, the most original shout ever,) and Corona was enjoying the spells she sent at him, but their battle kept them from seeing what was going on with the other OCs until it happened.
Meanwhile, the other OCs had made a bit of a game chasing Endervice, who was still trying hopelessly to elude them, of course, while dancing.
Endervice ducked behind a tree. Will was considering what spell or potion to use. He was leaning towards a potion of his own making, known as Black Sun, one that lasted three or so minutes. He never got the chance, however. Vi was mostly chasing after Endervice, just to enjoy the action, mostly. Endervice usually found a way to enjoy himself too much.
Bruce was holding a particularly large TNT block, grinning. Hailey, Talia, Derek, and Holly all noticed, and tried to resist laughing when they saw the look on Endervice's face when he saw it.
That's when Vice came out, a little bit more than Endervice's Ender side. "Jeez, guys, give a brother a minute, let me go over my bucket list first." Vice grabbed a piece of paper. "Let's see...destroy a random forest, check, kill a vampire, eh, I'll wait on that...prove that Ghasts can be happy, oh, that was fun one, check..." His eyes widened when he read the last one, one that he had written when he had had a little too many rides on a roller coaster. "What does that say...'slap...as...demon'? Oh, shit! I almost forgot."
By now, Talia had given Bruce a torch, and Vice knew he had to get moving.
So, Vice took off at full speed, with a rather large alligator smile, and started repeatedly swearing while Bruce set up the TNT, told everyone to get back, and placed the torch, before whirling around and sprinting as well.
So, at that moment, four things happened;
1: the TNT went off, exploding half the forest.
2: Vice finally got out of the way of the blast.
3: Vice also get to his target; Kristina. And, as hard as he could while sprinting/dancing so fast, slapped Kristina's ass.
4: Vice also sealed his fate.
Vice paused for only one second, constantly chuckling, to pull out his 'bucket list' again, and checked off the last one. "Okay, all the important stuff done now. I think I can die in peace."
"Oh, that's good." Herobrine glared at him.
Vice looked up, mostly because of the tone of his voice.
And Vice nearly cracked up again. Their faces, god, their faces, just so goddamn priceless.
Most had looks of shock on their face. But Herobrine, Tyler, Baby Mooshroom, Baby Sheep, Kristina, and Ashley had looks that were very far beyond shock. Baby Mooshroom and Baby Sheep exchanged glances; that freak is so going to regret that. They glanced at Herobrine, Tyler, and Kristina, and their thoughts were very much confirmed. Tyler looked near ready to rip Endervice limb from limb, (the only thing holding him back, at that moment, was Molten Zombie.) and Herobrine...well, you couldn't tell much from him. His face was blank, but his eyes burned with a kind of hatred that can hardly be described. He turned and glanced at Steve. "Hey, Steve, not that this has anything to do with the current situation, at all, but remember that knife I used on you, that was designed for cutting out arteries? Out of curiosity, do you remember where I put it?"
Steve shuddered, and glanced at Vice, almost, -not quite- almost feeling bad for him. "Heh, um...no, I can't remember. Thought you had it last."
Herobrine shrugged. "I don't remember where it was. But I guess that's okay, that what teeth are for, am I right?"
Kristina was staring carefully at Vice, like trying to decide whether or not to crush a bug under her boot.
...And Ashley simply stared at this for about three seconds before cracking up. "I'm sorry, I am, I'm really sorry, but I can't help it...this is, Mother of Minecraft, this is hilarious. Okay, okay," She took a deep breath, "okay. Okay, so. I'm just gonna move on-" She stopped the other mobs who had opened their mouth to protest. "But, believe me, you'll get a chance to get your hands on Vice. Or maybe it'll be Ender. Oh, I don't know, but it's the same person anyways, so, oh well. ANYWAY, let's see..." Ashley grinned. "Alright, OCs, the fun part. Dragstream, (AKA the Master of Worst Fears,) you all get to meet a machine that the other mobs will soon know as well, called the Interfearinator, while listening to Nyan Cat."
"Nyan Cat?" Vice grinned. "Did someone say Nyan Cat?"
"That was probably all you heard, wasn't it?"
"What, no, no, I heard all of it."
"Then what's the name of the the machine you guys have to face?"
"Um...the...punishmentatorinish6000?"
"Uh, no." Ashley rolled her eyes. "Now, I think Vice will be the perfect example, since he so generously volunteered. First, of course, you'd like to see it."
Ashley gestured to the machine.
Half of the room flinched, including Baby Mooshroom and Baby Molten Zombie. In a way, the Interfearinator looked kind of like Herobrine's silver tables, without the silver table itself and many, many more straps involved. Multiple wires were strung from the general machine to the place that looked like a cage of wires, straps, buttons and leather plating in a place that looked like someone could lay rather uncomfortably on it.
"Vice, say hello to your permanent resting place."
"Aw, but I'm not even tired."
"Of course you're not. Get in."
"FINE. Sheesh."
So, Vice got in, and Ashley started it up.
As Vice looked like he was simply asleep, Ashley started explaining what the Interfearinator did. "Basically, created by Dragstream, it finds your worst fear, and puts into your reality. You don't wake up until, one way or another, you die, or the fear is, in some other way, prevented from continuing your torture."
At this point, Ashley hard to raise her voice a little, because, with his eyes still closed, Vice was screaming and swearing profusely. "ANYWAY, it also has multiple side effects, such as..." Ashley had to get out a paper and check. "Lack of sleep, depending on the target, usually for multiple days. Jump scares will be constant, whether target is conscious or not. If you die in the Interfearinator illusions, you will still remain alive, but any other pains, such as scratches, bruises, cuts, scabs, burns, and what not, will appear on your body, although technically it never happened."
It was at that point that Vice was screaming "SSSSSHHHHHIIIITTTTT, GET OFF ME!" while scratches, looking like nothing had caused it, began to appear on his skin, leaving his arms and legs bleeding in some places.
"Oh, and, up to a month later, depression or rage might reoccur, again depending on the target. There are a couple bugs that were fixed, though. It used to keep the target stuck in it, and they couldn't leave, and thus eventually starved to death. Dragstream almost didn't fix that one, but, well, it's fixed, so." Ashley tilted her head to the side. "And on the side it says...WARNING: Weak users may actually die."
At this point, all of the baby mobs were hiding behind Wolf, Kristina, Tyler, Jessica, Molten Zombie, and Herobrine.
That's when Vice's voice became a lot more clear, sounding a little like a cow did when it screamed as loud as it could. "FFFFRRRIIICCCKKKK! GO AWAY! DAMMIT FUCKING MOTHER OF THE CANDY CORN- WHAT THE- GET OFF! WHY THE GUMMY BEARS...WHY THE GUMMY BEARS...WITH CLAWS?! OH MY GOD WHY DO THEY HAVE CLAWS..." The scratches on his legs increased.
At length, he stopped, suddenly going quiet as he started to wake up. He blinked for a moment, and then sat up, looking around at everyone else, who was staring, wide-eyed, back at him.
"Well," Vice muttered, "frick."
Then he jumped up, wincing a bit, and then walked over to one of the other OCs; Bruce, who just watched him.
Vice hit Bruce on the back, casually, but also really hard. Bruce didn't move.
"I nominate you to go next." Vice volunteered him.
"Surprisingly, that's a good idea, Vice." Ashley replied. "Bruce, have at it."
So every OC took their turn in the machine, each seeming worse than the others. If there was a contest for the loudest screamer, the trophy would be immediately and angrily thrown at Vice, while the one who had to listen would grumble about wishing they had had ear plugs, and ear muffs, and a pillow, and a bucket of water to stick their head in, maybe sixty-feet deep. If there was a contest for the one who was injured the most, Bruce, Vi, Will, and Corona would be tied.
Everyone else pretty much just suffered. Herobrine eventually got the baby mobs ear plugs, and blindfolds. It didn't seem to help much.
Finally, they were able to move onto the next dare, although it seemed like they were getting worse and worse as it went along. And then of course there was the Nyan Cat, which Endervice hummed long after Ashley had shut it off.
"Uh, this will be interesting. Endervice, Ender, and Vice all have to FIST fight. Zeus will have to seperate them, since they are technically one person." Ashley said.
"Easy." Zeus rolled his eyes.
Soon, the three were split. To keep them straight; the one with claws and black spiky hair was Vice, Endervice and Ender both had blonde hair, Ender had a large, evil-looking weapon, and Endervice had a metal machine gauntlet with a purple blade sprouting from it.
None of them were happy when told that they couldn't use their weapons, but they were still all enjoying the fun of pounding the crap out of each other.
Ultimately, Endervice was the one that had the least amount of marks from the fight. Ender had a bruise forming on his shoulder, but dealt out quite a bit of damage; his fists ended up an ugly purple and blue. It was Vice, however, who eventually won, because, while one of his eyes were black and he was pretty sure that had had a tooth at one spot in his mouth that was no longer there, his claw-like fists had dealt the most damage.
When they were merged back into one person, it was Endervice who was most present, wincing a bit as he sat down.
Ashley glanced back at her papers. "Alright guys, now...Vi, Sarah, your guys both have favorite monsters. Those two monsters are going to have a battle, while you guys cheer them on. So, on Vi's side, we have Enderman, and on Sarah's side we have both Skeleton and Creeper, cuz she likes both. So, which one of you guys would rather fight Enderman?"
Creeper and Skeleton exchanged glances with each other and with Enderman. Enderman gave them that look, though, and then they stopped looking towards him.
Skeleton sighed. "You have at it, Creepo, I can't even hit him, so."
Creeper shrugged. "If you insist." He went over by Sarah and then glanced back at Skeleton. "And don't call me Creepo. Ever."
"Okay, okay, sheesh."
"Alright, ready, set..." Ashley paused as Enderman and Creeper started, "WAIT. I have a twist." Ashley broke in. "Creeper, no exploding, or you're out. Enderman, no teleporting, or you're out."
"What? Wait a second, how on earth is that fair, that's like taking away a kitten's cookies, that is so not okay." Creeper broke in.
Enderman sighed. "Dammit, I thought this was gonna be fun."
So, without being allowed to use their powers, they started, and it turned out kind of fun, but in a very different way.
Enderman figured, as Creeper only had four weird little cubes for feet, all pretty close together, that he wouldn't be too hard to catch. Enderman was wrong in that case. Creeper knew his only hope of kicking Enderman in the face was literally doing so, as it was pretty much all he could do. So Creeper tried to kick Enderman, and Enderman tried to catch him. At one point, Creeper misguided where to aim, and Enderman was able to punch him to the ground. Creeper had two hearts left, but Enderman had four. But Creeper didn't give up. It was strange, what happened next. It looked like Creeper went for another attack, and Enderman moved to either block or counterattack, but then the room went dark, and they both froze in place, as far as anyone else could tell. An arrow whizzed by Ashley's head, and then the light came on again, and both Enderman and Creeper were respawning a while's away. They were glancing with worry at Skeleton, who was unconscious, while Wither stared at him with the same look. Occasionally, Wither would look up, and glare at Enderman and Creeper, and both of them would glance down.
"Um...okay? Now, um..." Ashley grinned. "Every single OC has to go on all of Blaze's rides."
Blaze was squealing by the time the OCs had all hopped into the minecart, which took them a while, because the only ones were weren't complaining or at least looking excited was Dovahking, Holly, and Bruce.
On the way back, some (most) of the OCs were laughing, three of them were trying to get puke off their awesome outfits, Ender was clutching his stomach, but while grinning. Blaze was muttering about no appreciation for hard work.
"Alright. Stephanie, why don't you tell us more about your dimension?" Ashley asked.
"Well...it's kind of like the future, in a way, I guess, and it's pretty chaotic. Everyone besides creepers, endermen, chickens, cats, wolves, cave spiders, slimes, cows, iron golems and, surprisingly, villagers, we're at war with. I guess everybody else didn't like Herobrine ruling them."
Herobrine was grinning. "I wonder why."
"Heh, yeah." Ashley glanced at Sarah. "What would you say if the old organization you used to belong to, you know, the one you killed off? What would if you say if you knew the leader of it was Herobrine."
Sarah's eyes flashed as she glanced at the vampire. "It would certainly explain a lot."
"I have no idea what you're hinting at." Herobrine shrugged.
"Ahem, yeah." Ashley rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I think I know what happened there. Anyway. Herobrine, you have to play a game of chess with Ender. Also, Ender is allowed to insult you as desired."
The vampire rolled his eyes. "In other words, he's never going to shut up."
"Pretty much, but he wouldn't have anyways."
"True. But I'm sorry, we're playing chess? Is that it?"
"No, it's not." Ashley replied. "You guys are the kings, and Herobrine, you have all of the mobs as your pieces. Ender, you have OCs and all non-mob characters as your pieces. Winner gets to punch the loser in the face. Multiple times."
Herobrine cracked his knuckles. "Better. Let's go."
The game lasted a while. Herobrine, master of offensive strategies, was having trouble getting Ender, one of the three masters of eluding. Ender didn't go on the attack enough, which he swore to realize when he only had a knight (Vi), a bishop (Bruce), one pawn (Midnight), and, of course, himself as a king. Herobrine had a knight (Spider), a bishop (Skeleton), six pawns, (any of the Baby Mobs,) his queen, (Jessica,) and of course, his king, (himself) still left.
And while Herobrine was able to get rid of most of Ender's pieces, Ender still managed to avoid getting stuck, until, at the end, it was draw.
"Holy shit. I hope you're happy, you fucking vampire cunt, it's a draw." Ender shook his head.
Herobrine only cared about one thing. He glanced back at Ashley. "I still get to punch him, though, right? And I don't get a punishment if he dies, right? Right?"
"No. I think you guys should both try to punch each other at the same time." Ashley replied.
That was the idea. But what ended up happening was that Herobrine's punch was dodged, and Ender backed up a bit, which made Herobrine follow him, which lead Ender to punch him, or attempt to, but Herobrine blocked it and again, tried to punch him, and again, Ender dodged. It went on for a while, and finally, Tyler, getting annoyed, called out, "Stop dancing with him already, Hero!"
The vampire, also getting annoyed, needed no persuasion. He just shot a blast of magic that sent the unprepared Ender crashing what seemed like an eternity away. He respawned nearby, muttering about vampire freaks.
"Bad Herobrine, bad! Now you have to sit down next down to Steve." Ashley scolded.
"Whoa, wait a minute-" Steve started.
"Still worth it." Herobrine muttered, plopping down between Steve and Talia, both of whom were stiff.
"Well, you hate him a lot." Steve said.
"No, really?"
"Alright, next dare. This one is for Endervice...um. We all get to go into the Hunger Games...and he gets a black hole chainsaw."
Needless to say, those Minecraft Hunger Games didn't last very long. Endervice made it end swiftly, but still rather painfully, for all of the mobs.
And then, last but not least of the three, came Vice's turn for a dare. He got to paint a portrait of everyone, including himself.
Vice was not taking shit. "Alright...anybody who moves...WON'T SEE TOMORROW, KAPEESH?!"
"Oh, my god, I'm so terrified." Herobrine muttered. It was his personal pleasure to trip Sarah, who collapsed onto Holly, who fell onto Hailey, who kicked the still-annoyed Sarah, who grabbed Stephanie, who slightly purposely punched Kristina, who whirled around, sprinted, and then kicked Vice, with a painful, pink, nine-inch high heel, in a place that I will not mention if you can't guess.
"Karma caught ya." Kristina shrugged, as Vice started swearing in a language few understood. Zeus winced.
"OKAY, OKAY, GUYS, KNOCK IT OFF. Sheesh. Next one. I'm gonna pause for a minute to say, because GhastBlast apparently thinks my profile pic is creepy, HEY, FOR YOUR INFORMATION, EYES ARE AWESOME. They're the door to your soul and the one of the coolest parts of you and it's like awesome and nothing's better than a cooler eye. But...yeah. It is kinda creepy. Lol, okay, it's really creepy. Maybe I'll change it. Idk. ANYWAY, that's all the OC dares and questions...SO NOW.
GET READY FOR...
THE TEN DARES/QUESTIONS OF THE MOBS.
And yes, it was absolutely necessary to scream. Now. The first one.
1: MUSHROOM. YOU. MUST. NOT. BE. SAVED. BY. YOUR. MOMMA. ALL. CHAPTER.
Baby Mushroom, ducking behind Herobrine, whispered in a barely audible voice, "does that mean I can eat too much sugar now?"
But then she cringed, for she realized; her momma would not be happy.
And Mama Mooshroom was certainly not pleased.
"And what happens if I do?!" Mama Mooshroom yelled.
"Um...um...let me think...then...er..." Ashley bit her lip. "Ooh! I know. If you help Baby Mooshroom, then Herobrine gets to put Baby Mooshroom on a silver table."
"Whoa, whoa, slow down, that's a bit much, Ashley." Herobrine replied.
"Yeah, well, if you didn't do it, Herobrine, then Steve would get to do whatever he wants to you."
"Still wouldn't hurt Baby Mooshroom."
"Fine, your choice. Anyway. Next dare..."
2: This one's for Kristi and Hero. When you rule the world, out of all the girls/boys who would you pick to rule by your side as a queen/king.
Kristi rolled her eyes. "Tyler, duh."
"Jessica. Why is this even a question?" Herobrine asked.
3: Midnight, kill Creeper.
Midnight let out multiple meows of annoyance, while Creeper just sighed, wincing. "Ugh, this is gonna suck.
Hardly able to, Midnight whispered "Sorry," in meow, before forcing herself to claw at Creeper's neck. Due to instinct, Creeper started sizzling, and then both of them were exploded. When they respawned, very confusingly, they were both laughing at some joke that Midnight had made.
4: Susan, you have been granted revenge; you have full permission to do whatever you want to Herobrine.
Ashley glanced at the vampire. "Hero, if it makes you feel any better, respawn is on."
"That doesn't help." Herobrine groaned.
"Well, come on, then, Herobrine, I gotta special treat for ya. We're gonna go to the movies."
"What?"
Hesitantly, Herobrine followed Susan, but forgot to ask what kind of movie they were watching.
When they got back, two hours or so later, Herobrine actually had tears in his eyes.
Zeus was one of them many with wide eyes at the sight. "What the hell happened, Herobrine?"
"I don't know but I think...there was like...it was horrible." Herobrine replied quietly.
"Was it a horror film?" Steve guessed.
"Do you not know him at all? If Susan had taken him to a horror movie, he would be laughing." Kristina rolled her eyes. "So it might've been like a PG rated movie."
"It...it was by disney..." Herobrine wiped the tears off his face.
"Oh, Father of Feathers, which movie was it?"
"I don't remember the name of it. But there was like this big, hairy blue and purple guy, and he was like terrified of this creepy little girl that he named Boo. And then he had to go, and he said goodbye but she didn't realize he was saying bye and then he left and she opened the closet and there was just clothes and then she sounded all heart broken when she said 'boo' but it was like...ARGH! WHY?! AND THEN THERE WAS THAT ONE PART SHE WAS AFRAID OF HIM AND IT WAS SO MISERABLE AND IT'S LIKE...IT'S LIKE NO. No." Herobrine sighed. "Just...no."
While no one saw it, Steve gave his mother a high five.
5: Enderman has to take a shower.
Ashley wrinkled her nose. "Enderman, you have to take a shower."
"What? I smell fine, dude, I've been rolling around in flowers all day." Enderman rolled his eyes.
"No, I mean, it's a dare. You have to take a shower."
Enderman froze. "Like...with water?"
"Yeah."
Enderman internally groaned, a lot, but on the outside, he was a trooper, going to the little rain cloud Zeus had made appear, and Zeus snapped his fingers, and the downpour began.
The moment the water touched him, Enderman's skin made a sizzling sound, and he cried out in pain. Instinct took over, and he teleported, only to find that the cloud had come with him, and it was still pouring down on him. Again, in a helpless attempt to escape, he teleported, only to find that, again, the clouds had followed him. So, for multiple minutes, he teleported around, turning bright red any time he paused.
Finally, the cloud faded, and Enderman teleported back to his spot, wincing and huffing out of breath.
6: Herobrine, fight the ponies from My Little Pony.
Herobrine said nothing for a long moment, and when he did, he looked excited but in a terrified way. "Everyone? Like, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash, and...and..." He froze. "...Fluttershy?"
"Yeah, no, I'm gonna be nice about this. You only have to fight one, of Steve's choice."
"How on earth is THAT being nice?!"
Herobrine looked like he was about to have a happy fuzzy so hard he would have a heart attack, although he looked paler than usual. "God. I can't...I just can't. I can't handle...this is...wow. I'm so screwed."
"Herobrine? Screwed?" Spider rolled his eyes. "What's the big deal? They're just ponies."
Herobrine, Skeleton, and Wither Skeleton exchanged a look.
"Just...ponies...they're just...ponies." Wither Skeleton glared into space. "I'm gonna kill him."
Skeleton got up, in his usual stance to restrain his brother. Skeleton felt like he was in that position a lot. "Withy, that's not nice."
"He said they were just ponies."
"Yeah, and he was wrong, they're ponies, unicorns, alicorns, and pegasi, but that's beside the point. Killing isn't nice."
"HE SAID THEY WERE JUST PONIES."
Herobrine gave Spider a pointed look, one that said, 'hey, now we both haveta make an exit before shit goes down.'
Well, he wasn't fast enough; shit went down.
Steve stared into thought. "I choose...Fluttershy."
"You're kidding." Herobrine groaned.
Steve wasn't kidding.
While only Fluttershy had to fight Herobrine, all of the other ponies seemed to want to make an appearance. Especially Rainbow Dash. She heard the words 'Fluttershy has to fight a creepy vampire' and translated it to 'Fluttershy needs some help, so give her a cheer and a sonic rainboom'. Twilight, Apple Jack, and Rarity all were there to cheer on Fluttershy, who, at first, was hiding behind them, until they prodded her out, and Fluttershy glanced fearfully at Herobrine. Angel was in her mane, looking pissed, as usual. Fluttershy said something to Angel, and the bunny hopped down.
Pinkie Pie, however, was not with them, but bouncing from behind Herobrine, and just about gave him a heart attack.
"Hi! I heard you're a vampire, so you sleep during the day, right? So when do you party? Like, in the middle of the night? When everyone else is asleep? Wouldn't that be a really boring party because you'd have to be really quiet so you wouldn't wake up and what kind of party is a quiet party, I mean, duh, booooring."
"Uh, right, sure. Yeah, whatever." Herobrine really hadn't heard anything she said (he was hoping she hadn't asked a question); Pinkie's pace was hard to keep up with if you weren't around her all the time, and if you were, you were pretty much considered crazy.
"Right, sure, yes." Pinkie Pie laughed, and then hopped over to Twilight and the others.
Herobrine, looking at them, felt kind of like how Fluttershy did at that moment; really, really small.
"The good news, is, Herobrine, at least it's just Fluttershy, right?" Ashley asked.
"Just Fluttershy." Herobrine rolled his eyes. "Sure, sure."
Herobrine's and Fluttershy's battle started really awkwardly. Fluttershy stared at her feet, not moving, and Herobrine knew better than to do something stupid like attack her. Nothing really went down until Zeus and Kristina exchanged a glance, and decided that things were bit too peaceful.
"Hey, Fluttershy," Kristina called, "did you know that Herobrine's a vampire?"
"Oh, no, I didn't." Fluttershy stole a glance at Herobrine. "Is that why your eyes are all..."
Herobrine rolled his eyes. "Not every vampire's eyes are like this, just mine are. Sheesh."
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, or anything."
Herobrine wasn't really sure how to reply to that, so he just ended up saying something like, "You didn't, you didn't, it's just, um..."
Kristina nudged Zeus, with a look that said, 'do your worst.'
Zeus did exactly that. Well, not exactly, his worst was worse than that, but well, you get the idea. Maybe you don't. Oh, oh well. "So, Fluttershy, do you know what vampires eat?"
Herobrine looked both ready to beg his father to stop, and also ready to punch him in the face. "Dad, I swear to the Goddess of the Underworld...if you dare..."
"Um..." Fluttershy swallowed. "Don't they eat...people?"
"Well, yes, most vampires do. Not Herobrine, though." Zeus grinned. "He's often said that they're hard to get your teeth on, if you know what I mean. He usually goes after easier prey...like, bunnies, or squirrels, or even deer."
"I saw him eat a hare, once. Drunk it dry." Kristina offered.
It took a moment for Fluttershy to register it, and then she wouldn't accept it. "He...he...he did what?"
"Yeah, sucked the blood out of it. You know how that works right? See, it's kind of hard to get your hands on the thing, because they're fast, but if you get your teeth around their neck, they're pretty much finished. Not very good, though, or so I hear." Zeus shrugged.
Fluttershy, with tears forming in her eyes, was speechless. Speechless and terrified and devastated...and angry. That was the winner, the one that out fought all the others.
Angry, so angry.
Herobrine whirled around and ran. He was hardly fast enough.
Baby Mooshroom was starting to panic, doubting she would be able to watch. Fluttershy was on a rampage, and wasn't going to stop until Herobrine had gotten a taste of what it felt like to be prey.
Herobrine was pretty sure he had a good idea of what that meant.
Just Herobrine, for the fourth time that day, thought, 'I'm so screwed,' Baby Mooshroom yelled out, "Stop! Don't! Don't hurt him."
Fluttershy was then pretty confused, because she hadn't talked to a talking bright red cow before. The look in her eyes softened. "But he's evil."
"And he's one of my friends! Don't hurt him." Baby Mooshroom was begging her.
If there was anything in the world that Fluttershy wouldn't do for an adorable animal begging her for something...okay, there wasn't anything that she wouldn't do for an adorable animal. So she stopped.
Well, for the moment. Then she realized she would have to attack him, and that the sooner she did, the sooner she could go back, and ask Twilight to look up in a book somewhere what the heck is up with red cows. So, Fluttershy hurried; Herobrine hardly saw her coming, she was just a yellow blur. Then she hit him to the ground, and then, as Herobrine lost all hurts before respawning, all the ponies disappeared.
7: Creeper, Herobrine, and Steve must all face the InterFEARinator.
"Alrighty, first up, Creeper."
Creeper paled. "Me? Why do I have to go first?"
"Yeah, you, cuz I said. You're just unfortunate enough to be the first test subject. I mean, uh, contestant." Ashley squealed. "Oh my gosh, this is gonna be so fun!"
Creeper had felt terror before, but glancing at that machine, and the look in Ashley's eyes that had begun to mimic Baby Sheep's, a very bright, innocent, demonically happy look, made him wonder if he really knew what terror was.
He had no idea, and he was about to find out.
With quite a bit of hesitation, Creeper let himself get strapped into the uncomfortable machine. Ashley whistled as she strapped Creeper in so it would be impossible to get out, putting a spell on him that would make it impossible to explode, (Creeper didn't feel anymore reassured when she did so,) and then she put multiple black wires on his forehead. All of it made Creeper increasingly nervous; a sheet of sweat soon acted like sticky glue between him and the leather bedding on the machine, as if he wasn't already stuck enough.
Anxiety caught up with the green mob as he burst out, "What exactly will this do?"
Ashley smiled. "Make your worst fear become reality. Duh. What else did you expect from the Master of Worst Fears? Now. This won't hurt psychically, er, probably, but mentally...wait until you wake up! Ooh, this is gonna be fun. Okay, okay, just sit back and relax."
Creeper scoffed. "Relax. Sure, sure, I'll just-"
He would have rolled his eyes, but they shut the moment Ashley started up the machine.
Upon waking up, Creeper's first thought was, 'home.' In other words, a twisted, slightly confusing, large, tall, cocoa-smelling, fresh jungle. Creeper just breathed it in for a moment, before realizing that he wasn't in a machine. He wasn't covered in sweat. In fact, he suddenly wasn't even nervous.
Which made him suspicious. Why would his worst fear been in his favorite place to be?...
Cats.
The moment the thought hit him is when he saw them. The bright, innocent, beautiful eyes, staring at him. Slowly and cautiously coming closer, looking excited like they might have seen him before.
Creeper froze, just as the cats did, when multiple players, waving raw fish in the air and screaming like maniacs about castles and fortune, came bursting through the forest. The cats then seemed only to look at the fish, mesmerized by it. Creeper felt his stomach drop. At one time, he had called back to them, but this scene was far too familiar for him. He knew they wouldn't reply. He watched helplessly as the cats disappeared into the shadows and beyond. Then he saw Midnight with them.
A rush of terror rose in him. "Midnight?" He called.
Midnight didn't look back.
Creeper couldn't stand it. What more did the players have to take from him?
Not Midnight. He thought as tears came to his eyes. He rushed after her.
He was chasing nothing. Shadows of players, sometimes the shadow of the one cat that Creeper couldn't bare to part with. Soon, there wasn't even a shadow, wasn't even a darkness to follow. Just the trees of the jungle. Creeper knew one thing about the place that he called home; it was very, very easy to get lost in the tangled mess. Creeper huffed, out of breath and again far too hot with sticky sweat covering him, as a cool breeze blew past him. He took deep breaths, smelling the air and trying to calm down, trying to get grips on himself before he fell apart. Everything was quiet, besides him. Everything was calm, besides him. He was making himself stand out, and he needed to stop it, and he did. He hushed his breath to a whisper, and did the best he could to calm down.
But suddenly the silence didn't seem so natural.
And then, as if he were closing his eyes, but he could swear he didn't, the world went dark.
He could hear them. The whimpered meows of cats, begging desperately and brokenly for help. He wanted to call back, but found himself unable to, as his throat clogged with tears that he was trying to hold back as he could only listen to their pleas for help. And then he saw the eyes again. The beautiful eyes of cats. But they were no longer innocent, they were no longer cautious; they were dangerous.
And Creeper knew why; the players had tried to tame the cats. But nothing that is wild can be tamed without becoming even more dangerous. And they surrounded him.
Creeper whirled around, but there was nowhere to go; he couldn't escape a fight with them. He would have to fight back, or die. Creeper took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and waited for what he knew would come.
Then a foreign, darker voice whispered and hissed in his ear, "You think you can save the cats from the uprising of darkness? You think you can stop the brainwashing players? Every cat will betray you...leave you in darkness, not caring that death is choking you, pulling you to the depths that you will never return alive from. Every cat will not remember you, and if they do they will know only that you did not come to save them. They will not remember, or care, what you did for it before, just to serve it's purpose to the players, to protect them from your own harmful destruction. You can't make the cats come back to you, not now, not ever. They are gone."
By this time, Creeper had tears pouring silently, effortlessly, and uncontrollably out of his eyes, while the cats hissed with the voice; agreeing with every word, even though parts confused them, they did not care; they served the players.
A figure slowly appeared, but Creeper couldn't get a good look at it. Hell, Creeper couldn't get a good look at anything, especially not with him bawling his eyes out.
The voice continued, unmercifully and relentlessly, "Your presence to the cats is useless, and to the players it is as much of a threat as a deer is to a lion. You cannot defeat the might of the players. Every cat will betray you. Every...single...one.."
The voice stopped, like a silent signal, and the cats charged. The darkness blinded him.
Creeper was fighting. Fighting what, he didn't know. He was sure that whatever it was was far too big to be a cat, and silently prayed to the Queen of Fire that it was the owner of the voice.
But then he realized he couldn't fight at all. Something was holding him back...Straps? He could smell...leather? Sweat?
And then the light came flooding in...
"Creeper! Creeper, you up?" Ashley called.
"Ugh...ow..." was Creeper's only response.
His body ached like he had been fighting the straps at his sides the whole time, and he was blinking like he had been sizzling uncontrollably.
Ashley took the straps off Creeper, watching for his reaction.
Creeper seemed unable to speak as he stared around the people of the interview and noticed someone was missing. He croaked out, "Midnight?"
His call was responded to with a quiet, "Meow?" as Midnight rushed over and jumped on his lap, staring up at him with worried eyes as he started to pet her.
"Oh my gosh, Midnight!"
That's when Creeper broke down.
Back in his seat, Creeper cuddled with Midnight, while more silent tears fell, and Midnight just purred like she was trying to help him but didn't know how. Occasionally, she said, "It's okay, I'm here, it's okay."
"Yay! Alright, let's see who's next..." Ashley glanced down at the review. "Ah, Steve, you're up! After which, Herobrine will take his turn in this weird little machine."
Steve froze, and then he and Herobrine exchanged nervous glances. They would see almost the exact same thing. Feel almost the exact same thing.
Steve looked ready to throw up. "Shit. This counts as a dare, right?"
"Yup. If you refuse, then you have to attack your mother five times after she respawns." Ashley replied.
Steve sighed, knowing two things; that it would be worth it, and two, that he could never do it, as Ashley full well knew. Steve would have to go in the machine.
And he did, but with traces of horror in his eyes. The same horror that Creeper had had. Steve came to the conclusion that the machine must be doing that, or so he hoped. He shouldn't be so afraid at the thought of simply seeing what he already saw every night. (He had a huge expectation that a silver table would be involved.)
"How realistic is it?" Steve asked before Ashley started up the machine.
"Hmm, well, you'll have to ask Creeper that." Ashley replied.
Creeper, who was still sitting close to Midnight, winced. "You can't really...you can't really tell it's not real, so for all I knew, it was. I don't think I was ever so relieved to wake up." Creeper shook his head.
Steve sucked in a thin breath. He had seen Creeper's outwardly reaction; every flinch, every tear, ever out burst and outcry had been his reaction to what he was witnessing. Steve would do the same...
Herobrine was casually and absentmindedly putting in earplugs.
Steve almost wanted to ask him if he had an extra pair.
Herobrine caught his glance, and resisted a grin. "I don't have any more."
"Dammit." Steve muttered.
Without waiting for Steve to even blink, Ashley laughed and started up the machine.
Steve woke up in his old house. But it wasn't covered in cobwebs and vines. It didn't even looked old. It still looked dirty and smelled weird but not exactly unpleasant, and was decorated with stuff Steve had found on his journeys.
It looked just like it had the night before...
He heard screams, and something like a disgusting splatter. He had learned, and how I think you already know, how to tell the difference between different kinds of injuries or organs hitting the cold stone floor, and from what he heard, someone was shoving bleeding bodies to the floor.
"Stevey!" A familiar voice wailed. "You have to get out of here! No, don't, don't-ah!"
Steve was sprinting towards it before he knew what he was doing. He slipped on blood, as he had before, and then got his glance of the bloody words Herobrine had written on the wall. And then Herobrine had hit him on the head from behind...and Steve had woken up on the table...
Steve whirled around. No one was there.
And, while all other voices had abandoned it, Susan's cries still echoed off the walls.
Fearing what he would find, Steve followed it as fast as he could get his legs to go. But the voice echoed everywhere; he couldn't tell where it came from. At one point, where he was hardly able to walk from running so long. Then the voice had stopped screaming; it was whispering, but he could hear it like his mother was right next to him. He slid down until he was sitting; the voice followed him, he realized, he didn't follow it. He huffed out of breath, looking down the corners, almost wishing he could look through walls.
"Steve," His mother whispered quietly, like she couldn't get any louder, "you have to go. Now. Stevey, he'll find you..."
"Mom," Steve whispered back, finally finding the two white eyes in the dark, "he already has."
There was a short silence before his mother choked out, "O-Oh."
"Bye, mom."
"Steve, don't-no..."
His mother cut herself off, and seem to quietly exhale and then utter silence replaced it. The room somehow got darker, and the white eyes got brighter.
A voice that belonged to Herobrine's, but still sounded deeper than usual, called, "Oh, hello, Steve. You're a bit late to save her, if that's what you were planning. You're too late to save any of them. Your father and brother were pretty damn boring, but your mother was quite the fighter. But, well, tough or not, she broke." Herobrine smiled. "You, however, broke a long time ago, and you kept going. Quite impressive, for a useless mortal. But that's been going on for a bit too long for my taste. It ends here and now, Steve."
Herobrine, with every word, slowly came closer. Every instinct Steve had was screaming to run, but every muscle was screaming to stay and rest. So Steve huffed out of breath, flinching as the vampire came closer. He didn't like what he heard next.
"Well, here, but I'm not so sure about now. Maybe in a couple hours, depending on how, ah, broken, you are. Because now would just be too unfair."
Steve was sure he had heard wrong. "Unfair? For who?"
"You, of course. You've gotten so far, for nothing, it'd be unfair to do anything other than reward those efforts with a slower, much more miserable death than your unfortunate relatives. And personally, I'll be honored to." Herobrine smiled. "Now won't that be fun?" Herobrine glanced around, switched on a light, and Steve found that he was in a familiar concrete room full of silver tables of different sizes.
Herobrine tapped one. "This one looks about your size, huh?"
Suddenly cold all over, Steve managed to distract himself by replying, "Uh, no, I'm longer than that."
Herobrine smiled. "Well, I can change that. I'll need to find my chainsaw, first, though. Hang on, I'll go grab it. I...recommend, you get comfortable."
Steve swallowed. That 'recommendation' sounded more like an order, but Steve didn't move anywhere closer to the table.
Smiling, Herobrine left, and came a back moments later, muttering about not knowing where his chainsaw went to.
And almost interrupting Herobrine's musings, the world went dark.
***
When Steve woke, he nearly had a heart attack. He was laying on something icy cold, there were chains pulled tight on his wrists and ankles, and a familiar face was above him.
"'Bout time you woke up. Jeez, I didn't think I hit you that hard." Herobrine rolled his eyes.
Steve groaned, feeling a pounding pain on his arms and legs, on the veins.
"Oh, yes, that. You took so long to wake up, and I couldn't contain myself. So yeah, I started without you. And, no, I'm not sorry I did."
And on the veins, too. Steve thought, knowing this meant two things; Herobrine was planning on having him bleed to death, and that he was going to get down to bone first.
Steve winced, remembering the pain that he would soon be re-witnessing.
And he did. He watched hopelessly as Herobrine tore apart the skin in the way, and then broke the bones beneath. Many times, Steve screamed to no one but everyone. No one would ever hear him, but that wasn't why he was screaming. The pain was a certain kind that he remembered well; it was a pain that went from wherever it was, wracking and wrecking its way through his body, and came out in his voice, and it was very rarely voluntary.
I will spare you the rest of the details, but Steve's torment lasted for multiple more hours. And while he was trying to stay awake, Steve wouldn't last much longer, and was personally glad and terrified for it. That was the one part of the night that he had hated the most(besides Herobrine and the pain); the waiting. When he was so close, but so far. He didn't want to be rid of his life, yet he did want to be rid of the pain that tore at his core. He didn't want to die, yet he did.
It didn't really matter what his opinion was on it, because either way, it would come to him, but slowly, so very slowly. And it did. He felt the dark weigh itself on his eyes, but he still fought it.
Herobrine smiled. "Going so soon? Well, here, then. This will probably hurt, a lot."
Steve felt Herobrine come nearer, and just as he was forced to shut his eyes, the adventurer felt a burning pain spark in his neck, filling all of him, before it was completely shut out by the dark.
Steve woke up, frozen, and then looked up. Everyone had their ears plugged, and Herobrine was still comfortable with his own ear plugs. But what the vampire wasn't comfortable with realizing was that it was his turn. So he went in the machine, noticeably leaving his ear plugs in.
It didn't take long for Herobrine to wake up, and then got out, wincing a bit, like his body didn't want to listen. He went back to his spot.
Herobrine and Steve would sometimes catch each other glancing, but most of the time it was more of a glare than a glance.
Steve cleared his throat. "So...? First thoughts?"
Herobrine frowned. "Feels like it had the effect I was aiming for, probably a bit more so. I used the same technique too often, though. Hours of torment or not, it was kinda boring."
"Well, personally, I'm glad that you didn't come up with anything else."
"Oh, I did, I had ideas alright, but you wouldn't have survived any of them, so I didn't try them." Herobrine shrugged.
8: Herobrine must hug Steve for the remainder of the chapter.
"If you don't," Ashley added, "quoting KingdomLover1231, 'bad things will happen.'"
Herobrine rolled his eyes. "Really, come on, now, what's the worst that could possibly..." Herobrine stopped himself, seeming to have come up with the answer. "You know what, fine."
So, awkwardly and really annoyed, Herobrine went over to Steve. Steve looked like he really wished he had a sledge hammer or a chair or a machete or something.
9: BITCH SLAP
"Alright, so, so, guess what, now, I'm gonna be nice for once. I think you guys are gonna like this, a lot."
Herobrine frowned, because he didn't hear any sarcasm in her voice. "Wait, sorry, can you repeat that?"
"I SAID, you guys are gonna like this. Now. Some reviewer is mad at me for like, doing stuff that I shouldn't do, some example, making Herobrine fight Jessica, although I don't remember when that happened, or when I kinda paired the two spiders with that one party talking scene and it was honestly not appropriate, so I can understand that one, I guess. Uh, what other examples did they give...um, Snow Golem dying in a lavalanche, but, just saying, that wasn't ENTIRELY my fault, because it was a reviewer that put that dare in, BUT I did make a big deal out of it, but hey, that's my job, so. ANYWAY. This mad reviewer has given you all permission to bitch slap me, which I guess is fair, so. It's a dare, but if I refuse, this person says they're gonna 'borrow' my soul. I'm not really sure how that would work.
Kristina spoke up. "As a soul 'borrower', I can assure you, you wouldn't like it."
"Okay, den, bitch slapping it is."
Soon, everyone had taken their turn, and Ashley's face was really red, but then all that was left was Herobrine.
Herobrine spoke up. "It has to be a bitch slap? It can't be like a bitch punch?"
Ashley rolled her eyes. "Herobrine, that's not even a thing."
"I don't care, I just really wanna punch you."
Ashley pointed to the paper. "Well, you know what, this says bitch slap so that's what you gotta do."
"Does it have to be with my hand?"
Ashley frowned. "I don't think I like where you're going."
"Like, if I had an anvil."
"You wouldn't even be able to lift one that high."
Herobrine raised a brow. "Wanna bet?"
"Uh, no."
So Herobrine just had to be satisfied with slapping her.
10: Herobrine, do you even actually care about Zeus?
"Well, duh, he's my dad. Course I care." Herobrine rolled his eyes. "Just not as much as usual. He's annoying, thinks he's king of the world."
"Same here." Zeus grunted. "And technically I am."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, for now."
BoNuS (cuz I'm nice)
11: There was a dare for Hero to get a rainbow potato, but I changed to to; Hero gets a rainbow potato CANNON
Herobrine was laughing before he had even fired the cannon. Baby Sheep managed to catch most of them in her mouth. Herobrine was aiming mostly at Susan, Zeus, Kristina, and Steve. "BOO! BOO, TAKE THAT, YOU ALL SUCK! EAT RAINBOWS!"
That's when he hit the OCs, and the true chaos began.
In her defense, Corona wasn't just going to let herself get hit with potatoes. But the spell she used to block it kind of made all of the potatoes around her explode...and then Vice, Megalozzy, Rose, Derek, and Hailey were covered in rainbow-colored hashbrowns. And those OCs helped extend the chaos to the others.
Soon everyone was either huddling in a corner, (looking at you, Enderman and Vi, ahem,) laughing, screaming, running, crying, trying really hard to hit Herobrine in the face, (easy there, easy, Sarah, sheesh, Zeus is already giving him enough trouble,) or dodging potatoes while doing multiple dance moves. (Vice, stop, it's hard to write when you're so distracting to everybody else, jeez).
So, with multi-colored potatoes falling around her, Ashley announced, "The interviews, ladies and gentlemen, and this story, is officially over...BUT..."
It was the only thing that could be said at the time to make every single person freeze.
"'But'?!" Steve stared. "Wait, wait, wait, what do you mean, 'but'?! You mean...oh, crap, you mean the sequel?!"
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no freaking sequel." Herobrine shook his head, "There is no 'but', we're done, we've gotta be done."
"Oh, but we're not!" Ashley laughed. "At first, I was thinking of doing a sequel that was all about Herobrine, Jessica, Kristina, and Tyler. You know, more intimate kind of love. You know, like nineteen years later, when you guys are all married and have kids and everything...or, hell, maybe in the process of having kids..."
"Wait, what? Say that last part again, because I really hope I heard you wrong." Herobrine blinked. His expression hardened. "You'd better pray to the Father of Feathers that I heard you wrong."
"Yeah, ahem, well, after a bit of thought, I decided that doing that kind of sequel wouldn't work for two reasons; one, I would suck at writing it. Two, it wouldn't be worth whatever the hell Herobrine would do to me, so, ahem, I thought I'd do a prequel, instead. You know, about where Jessica was during the whole thing. Because, no, she wasn't just sipping tea and talking to her angel friends about the new glow-in-the dark-halos-"
"But they have sea blue! Sea. Blue."
"Yeah, yeah, that's nice. But where she really was, was, well, a place where time basically didn't exist."
"Pretty much." Jessica nodded. "Wait a second, you mean you're gonna make me go through all of that all over again?!"
"Er, maybe."
Jessica crossed her arms and opened her mouth like she was going to say something, and then closed it again, and then groaned. "There isn't anything that I can say that will stop you, is there?"
"Nope. But, if it makes you feel any better, I'm going to add a make-out scene between you and Herobrine at the beginning or end of it. Or both, if you like." Ashley shrugged.
"Okay, I love Herobrine, but the crap I went through isn't worth that."
"No, it's not, but it's either no Herobrine make-out scene and just the torture, or the torture plus Herobrine. Hey, your choice." Ashley shrugged.
"Obviously I'd choose Herobrine."
"Obviously. So let's move on."
Hang on, wait for it, wait for iiiiiiiiiitttttttt...
Okay, you're free to go now. Until the sequel comes, your torture is over. ;D
Maybe.
-ihearthorses6000