Shelby sat on the couch in her and Herobrine's house. The young woman tried to hold back a giggle that kept trying to surface, and she distracted herself by playing with the frayed edges of her tan shirt. Again, she suppressed a small laugh as Herobrine's utterly shocked face flashed through her mind.
Herobrine, on the other hand, was sitting on the floor in the dark corner in his room, his shell-shocked brain trying to wrap around what had just happened. Every time that he would go through the events from moments ago, his heart would start pounding and his brain would just shut down. The second Shelby had left, he slid down the wall she had pressed him up against and began to sort through his thoughts. His heart raced a million miles an hour and he wondered why it still moved, despite the increasing lack of blood running through his veins.
Jumping slightly, the sound of Shelby laughing quietly to her, he decided to leave the dark security of his room.
"What are you laughing at?" Herobrine asked, and it was her turn to jump, making him smirk faintly.
"Just how uncomfortable I make you." the young woman replied, standing up to face him, smiling broadly and took his hands, sliding her fingers between his.
"D-Do you want to get something to eat?" the white-eyed man said nervously.
"Fine… If you want to ruin a perfectly good moment, be my guest," Shelby replied, winking as she turned to leave through the empty doorway.
Sighing, Herobrine followed his flirtatious compatriot out into the fiery world around them. She scooped up a few mushrooms, and the man attempted the same. His hand reached forward and began to wrap around the small red fungi.
So suddenly was he thrown into a flashback that he sat down hard on a ledge behind him.
Clasping his tan hand around the small mushroom, he stood and looked at his brother walking towards him with a curious expression.
"I thought you hated mushrooms." Notch said, sounding confused.
"I did, before we ran out of pork. Anyways, these aren't for me, they're for the blonde with the baby we picked up yesterday. She says that as a mother, she refuses to eat the child of any creature."
The elder of the two picked up another mushroom and sniffed it.
"Mm, smells like shit!" He handed the small fungi to Herobrine and laughed.
"That's what it grows in, you idiot." They pushed each other around for a minute or so until Notch glanced at the quickly setting sun.
"We'd better get back, we've got more people who can't protect themselves than we have to defend."
"I'll check out the shelter construction, meet you at nightfall."
Turning away from his older brother, he smiled as he jogged off to find the others. The makeshift leather sack bounced gently on his back and the sound of moaning zombies clawing from deep below reached his ears. Picking up his pace, he ran up to an older boy with dark brown hair who was carrying a few planks. Startled, the boy dropped the wood he had been holding when he heard the racing feet.
"Oh thank—it's you. I thought you were a zombie for a second."
"Well, damn, Rich, I didn't think I looked that bad!" Herobrine said laughing, looking down at his dirty blue shirt and pants. Notch came racing up from behind them with fresh blood, or as fresh as zombie blood can be, on the tip of his stone sword. Placing a large hand on his younger brother's shoulder, he murmured quietly in his ear,
"'Brine, it's nightfall."
White eyes coming back into focus, the euphoric man saw a smiling face surrounded by auburn hair hovering over him.
"Oh, hai." She whispered,
"Wake up from your daydreaming? Ooh! Was it about me?" she cooed.
"The last time I was in the position I got bit." Herobrine muttered awkwardly.
"And I thought you were innocent!"
"It was a zombie…" replied the man, confused by the look of sudden horror that flashed across Shelby's face.
"Um… oh! OH! You scared me for a moment. Anyways, what were you thinking about?"
"My brother and I."