MineCrash
Chapter 3: The First Step
"I can't believe that I tried to do that? I must be a horrible person." Steve miserably moped, head hanging low and feet dragging against the ground as he sauntered, not even prepared to hop down a small blocky hill he came upon.
How could he have been so ruthless, so mean? What would push him to attempt murder? So many bad thoughts flooded his mind, thoughts of himself mercilessly swinging a sword at some human-like form. He didn't feel like the kind of guy to go that far. It was no wonder the sword was so mad at him but since it was apparently inhuman in the first place and seemed to kill humans then Steve shouldn't of felt too bad but he did. He felt at an all time low and he was sure to remember it for times to come.
"Do not let the thought weigh heavy in your head, keep our objective in mind. Also, you may want to watch your-"
Steve suddenly went tumbling down two rows of blocks and onto the ground after missing a step, falling face forward onto dirt and rolling a few feet. He slowly lifted his head and thoughtlessly brushed some soil away with his rough hand, not caring if he scratched himself. He felt like he deserved some injuries.
"Up human, we have to search before nightfall."
"Why?" The miner fully stood up and began his walk again. "What's after sunset?"
"I was hoping you'd at least recall the dangers lurking at night but it seems as though I was wrong. I wouldn't be surprised if you couldn't remember how to punch out a tree, ignorant human."
"But I do remember how to do that, simple!" He nervously laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "I just- can't seem to recall nighttime. What lurks at night anyways?"
"Okay, if you want to find out then go ahead and walk all day until sunset. Call it a challenge if you will. I just hope you don't get yourself killed or fall asleep that is."
"I won't, you'll see! I can do it! I'll take on your challenge!" He raised a fist, reassuring Herobrine. Steve was trying to get the blade to feel less antagonistic towards him or at least accepting despite his so called 'previous' attempt to kill him off.
"Then we shall see about that."
"You will. I won't fail you!" Steve added with a more confident tone, feeling as though he had redeemed himself in a way. If by a little at best.
With a more positive feeling in each step Steve began to quicken his pace, from power walking to striding. It didn't take more than a minute before he felt his heart pump even quicker in his chest and he went from striding to a full blown out sprint. With exploring eyes wide open and sword in hand he didn't slow down. His mind began to wonder if there was anything else he could do to make Herobrine more forgiving of him, or at least tolerant of him.
His thinking came to a halt after his magenta eye landed on a white moving object in the distance, he closed his left eye to get a better focus on the creature and a living creature it was. "What is that?" He curiously asked, slowly closing the distance.
"Baaaaah!" The animal loudly bleated, it innocently trotted to the side before turning around to see it's visitor.
That sounded very familiar to Steve and he knew what the animal was and what it's supposed to look and sound like, though the name still stayed on the tip of his tongue. "It's- it's… What is it called again? Sleph? Slip? No. Sherh? Errrr." He lightly patted at his head during his run. "Shed? Shep… Shaeee- Shee- Shhheeaap- Sheep! It's a SHEEP!" He smiled as he reached the animal. Feeling greatly in awe that he could remember that creature, though he had a feeling Herobrine wouldn't be too impressed… and he was right.
"Congratulations," He stated sarcastically. "Now if you would kindly slay the creature and collect the wool then we'd be off."
"What!?" Steve gasped, watching as the sheep surveyed it's surroundings. "Kill it?"
The sheep stopped pacing around and naively stared up at the miner, lightly titling it's head in curiosity of the human-freak thing in front of it.
"Baaaah!"
"Of course, as you know you'll need some practice since the best of your so called ability to wield a blade was poorly represented back at the Void. And I can assure you that you'll need fighting skills during the night. So now would be a good time for some practice, that is unless you can do better?"
"But I can! I can do better! I was just recklessly swinging my- I mean- you around because I was mad and confused, not because I was trying to demonstrate any skill." He said nervously.
"Doesn't matter, you will eventually have to sleep like any other mortal creature and you have no material to collect the 'wool'… which is needed for a bed in case you forgot about that too. Stop wasting time, kill it, move forward."
"But wait! I might-" Steve quickly put his hand in his pocket and checked his inventory. It was completely empty, all except a chuck of red stone and one torch. "Have nothing-" He sighed in distress. He was hoping for some kind of thing to remove the wool painlessly but there wasn't anything.
"Baaaaaaah!" It innocently bleated again. Big soft eyes continued to stare.
"But it's innocent! It never did anything wrong?" Steve complained, reluctant to pull the blade up.
"Do it now! I command you!"
Without hesitation from the order Steve lifted the sword up above his head. "Forgive me little innocent… sheep." He closed his eyes as the sword landed on the mark.
"Baaaahhh!" The creature cried out and jumped back when it's health greatly depleted. It started to run away in panic, bleating loudly as it did.
"We're not finished human, get it!"
"Why couldn't one hit be enough?" He sighed and chased after the wounded animal. "Come back here! I'll put you out of your- misery?" He seriously wished the animal could understand him, though deep down he knew it couldn't.
He sprinted up to it's side and wildly whacked at it, missing a few times and striking it once with the blade's tip. It continued to evade other hits running in a disorderly fashion.
"Dang it, get back here!" Steve continued the pursuit and raised Herobrine once again. One final strike to it's side finally made it animal tip over and disperse into smoke and one chunk of wool. "Wow, I murdered a sheep." He dejectedly stared down at the small block of wool and knelt down to pick it up. He curiously looked at the square before shoving the soft material into his pocket.
"It isn't murder, it is an animal. You will be killing a lot of these before you know it so get used to it. You may find it easier to kill the creatures of the night."
"Why?"
"I said you'll find out, so be patient."
"Well I collected wool, I guess I accomplished something?"
"You did surprisingly, but your fighting skills are indeed lacking and rather inferior. At least this kill was a step in the right direction."
"Um thanks?" Steve finally felt some kind of usefulness and even appreciation, in fact he felt great despite the fact he just killed an innocent thing. He didn't feel bad anymore, Herobrine seemed to be slightly supportive which was a great achievement for the inhuman being. "Thanks." He repeated.
"I don't need your gratitude, I don't need anything but to be free."
"Right." He paused and again chose his words. "Hey. You know what?" He lifted the blade up a bit and shifted it's angle to where he could see his reflection. "I know you might hate me but I want to make it up to you, you know… for trying to kill you and all this trouble I may just be putting you through?"
"And just how do you plan to do that?" The blade inquired.
"Well, you want to be normal again right? So I have decided that no matter what is thrown at me, no matter what obstacle gets in my way- I'm going to do whatever it takes to free you. Even if I have to die in the process, just as long as I amend for myself."
"Really now?" Herobrine sounded doubtful.
"That is a promise! Part of the deal or not!" Steve tightened his grip. "I may need more help since my memory is still fuzzy in this world but I can guarantee that as long as you help me figure it out and help teach me then I will keep that promise."
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A/N: It's Mellifluawesomness(or so i call her), Her stories have truly inspired me! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and yes, poor sheep. Also, i got inspiration from that sword song. DO YOU LIKE MY SWORD SWORD DO YOU LIKE MY SWORD! IT'S MADE OF FREAK'N DIAMONDS!
I have a family issue right now so i may or may not post for a while but i will try, my grandpa is in the hospital and his time is very limited, so if something comes up soon then that's the reason for my absence. I will continue to read stories however, if i should get the time.
Peace.