With a mighty swing, the iron pickaxe came down against the stone wall. Easily it broke through and turned what was destroyed into a small cube, one that was quickly absorbed by the one who delivered the blow.

Leisurely Steve repeated this process, swinging his pickaxe again and again, digging out a man-made cavern. The years that he spent in Overworld allowed Steve to perform these tasks without any effort. Either that or Notch made sure that his younger brother couldn't suddenly kneel over and due due to exhaustion.

Eh, either one was good.

There was a groan that reverberated in the newly made cavern, the source from one of the naturally made tunnels. More followed, some of them sounding like the first groan while others were of higher pitch. Quickly the groans moved in close to where the miner currently was.

When they stepped out from the shadows, the sources of the groans revealed themselves to the torch that Steve had placed down to illuminate the dark caves. Most of them wore the same zombie hoodie of the vaguely male teen that Steve had ran into a few days ago. Though some had burly built bodies, while others were frail and skinny. One was wearing armour made of leather and held a glowing blade in his hand.

Neither of that stopped them from moving to where Steve was.

Without even blinking the pickaxe in his hand was absorbed in his body, in return the handle of an iron blade materialized in his hand. He spun on his heel and swung the weapon in a wide horizontal arc.

Three fell as the iron sword easily cut through their zombie like flesh, the headless bodies took a few steps forward past the miner and fell forward. Their bodies disappearing into mist soon after, leaving behind a few strips of rotten flesh.

At that time Steve had already took care of two others, a few well-placed swings had taken down the woman in the zombie hoodie, who gave out a shriek of pain before she turned to mist. The other, a male, gurgled out as he fell on his back. The piece of rotten flesh appeared soon after.

A groan from behind him prompted Steve to whirl around and held out his blade to block the claws that came crashing down. The woman had a feral grin on her face, not even caring of the sharp edge that dug into her hands. Steve reminded her to care about it when, with his strength, swung upwards. The arms came off when she refused to release her hold on the sword. Her eyes widened before they closed when Steve retracted the sword and plunged the blade deep inside her. She fell back, but left no piece of flesh this time.

Before the miner could prepare, a sword swung against his unprotected back. While the swinger was as weak as a corpse, the magic within the blade sent him tumbling forward until he hit the opposite wall. The miner grunted at the impact but focused his indigo eyes on the last remaining zombie, a man built like a rhino and clad in armour. Tauntingly he swung the sword, a stone one, at the empty air in front of him.

Steve scoffed and stepped forward. The zombie smiled and held the sword in both hands.

Before the latter could react, the former had already stepped into his defence and, with a glare from his purple eyes, stabbed the sword right through the leather armour. Not stopping there he brought the zombie to the wall, by his sword, and slammed him against a particular uneven spot he had forgotten to clear.

When the zombie tried to swing his enchanted blade his head snapped back by the sheer force of the miner's fist. Steve pulled his sword free and made a diagonal slash, followed by a vertical one, then a horizontal one, then a vertical slash again.

Without mercy he repeated this with ease. Not once did he allow the zombie to recover, stepping forward every time he tried to take a step away from the miner determined to kill him. Not once did his arms tire, once again either due to his years in this world or due to his brother giving him the ability not to feel fatigue.

Eh, still doesn't matter.

A final horizontal swing knocked the armoured zombie to the floor, and he lied still. Soon after he turned to mist. This time the sword remained, instead of him dropping a strip of rotten flesh. Easily he absorbed it into his body.

Steve looked around for a moment, to make sure that he had taken care of them. Once he was sure he reabsorbed the sword into his body and out came the pickaxe, him ready to continue his session of mining.

Huzza-

A small blackish bluish blur that darted past a hole in a wall caused him to snap his direction to its direction. For a moment, his other hand summoned the sword but he quickly dismissed it as there was nothing there.

And so the miner mined.

Sitting on the newly-made-but-not-yet-activated furnace, Steve grimaced as he took another bite from the rotten flesh from his newly slain enemies. He chewed the surprisingly soft flesh and swallowed, shivering as the taste run down his tongue and slithered down his throat. Ah well, it was better than starving and dying.

After finishing all of the rotten strips he stood up, paused for a moment as he expected his bodie to violently reject the flesh, and conjured up a small chest. Placing it down he quickly emptied his inventory of cobblestone, gravel, more cobblestone, more gravel, a few iron ores, a few handfuls of redstones, even more cobblestone and finally the newly acquired sword. He shut the wooden cover close and turned around.

To see a young girl standing before him. For a moment a smile came to his lips, then he realised the clothing that she wore. Like a certain persistent hostile mob, the young girl was wearing similar clothing, with it being a bit smaller, it was even complete with the red beads on her purple hair. The only difference between her and the spider-turned-human was that her shirt/jacket/whatever it was, was that it was a slightly lighter blue.

Steve had already jumped to the side before the girl could bare her fangs. When she pounced, her teeth met with open air instead of human flesh. His sword reappeared in his hands when she turned to his direction. He tried to raise the blade to block but was a bit too slow as she had already leapt forward and bit into the exposed part of his arm.

He didn't even get a chance to punch her off as she quickly detached herself and back away from the fist that almost pummelled her face in.

The small girl looked at Steve for a moment, her head tilted quizzically as she noticed that the miner was still standing. Albeit hissing in pain from her bite. Usually they would have fallen onto the floor foaming at the mouth, shaking and jerking in pain from her poison.

"Cave Spiders, of course why not Herobrine" Steve mumbled out angrily as he felt his health drop slowly from the quickly disappearing poison. He shook his head readied his sword again.

The girl straightened her head and jumped forward, much more faster than the bigger land spider. This time Steve was ready and swung his sword to catch her off-guard. His eyes widened in surprise when she twisted in mid-air and dodged the sharp edge of the blade.

Before he could pull back his sword she had bit into his neck with her fangs, and pumped as much venom as she could muster. The man grunted and choked on his spit before he shoved her off and smacked her aside with the flat side of his sword. Quickly he back paddled away from her. Gingerly he raised a hand to the bite mark and frowned even more when he felt his health decrease even more. Angrily he glared at the smaller spider species.

Said smaller spider species had her eyes widened slightly as the man was still standing. Twice she had injected her venom, the second in much more higher quantity as well, but the man was still standing. Not only that he could still swing that sword of his without any drawbacks from her venom. She wondered if her venom was losing its touch.

Third's time the charm, she leapt forward again. But was abruptly stopped when the man stepped forward and stabbed his sword forward, impaling her on the blade. Her vision lit up with pain, but that didn't stop her. She grabbed the sword and pulled forward, ignoring the pain that followed and the wide eyes of the man.

Once again her teeth bit down on the flesh of the man and pumped a loads worth of venom into his body. He wobbled, before he punched her straight off his sword. Her body sliding off the blade with ease from the force that pushed her back.

She could feel her body turn to mist, but before that she noticed that the man was still standing. He was barely fazed by her venom and quickly recovering. Her fascination peaked at the man's durability, immediately she would seek him out again once she respawned and she would take him down with her venom.

Her nature as a Cave Spider demanded it. Then her vision turned gray.

"'Hey Notch wanna do something cool?'" Steve began in a mockingly deep voice.

"'What's that Herobrine?'" He replied to himself in a posh tone.

"'Let's make every mob in Overworld into humans, It'll be fun.'"

"'Good idea, but wait shouldn't we tell Steve first?'"

"'Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be fine. Heck I'm sure he'll like it!'"

"'Okay, I'll get someone to help right away!'"

"Bloody brothers" Steve mumbled out angrily in his normal voice as he sat down and waited for his health to recover.

A/N: Something new…ish, Cave Spider and Steve relation with Notch and Herobrine. Honestly I always thought of Notch ruling over the Aether, Herobrine over the Nether and Steve maintains the Overworld. Just Headcannon.
Also, in essence the mobs still want to kill Steve or any other Overworlder with a name over their heads. But with what Notch and Herobrine did *Cough*MobTalker*Cough* the mindless monsters had personality, or could at least grow one.