#overworld

He was confused.

His people were thriving.

His army was feasting.

No imminent threats were happening.

Negotiations were going well.

His right-hand man was en route.

So why was his gut telling him something was wrong.

The skeletons could handle themselves so he decided to turn in early and clear his mind. Or...that was the plan. A mini-magma cube bounced up to him, a larger one outside the doors watching the interaction.

The small fire block had a piece of paper floating on its back. He squatted down and took the sheet, patting the magmatic creature. It bounced away to the larger cube outside.

He watched them leave and turned his attention to the paper, unfolding it to see the contents.

‘They're alive.’

That was all it had, but that was all he needed. He folded the paper back up and slipped it into his back packet. He clapped his hands together and the chatter died down.

Skeletons turned their heads to him and his voice filled the room, “We’re receiving company soon, collapse the tables and push them to the sides. Assume your positions, but do not attack, EVER.” He emphasized.

The wither skeletons made quick work of cleaning up and stood by, flanking the walls and the sides of his throne,their weapons all pointing down.

Herobrine moved to his throne, sat down, and patiently waited.

And waited…

And waited…

And waited…

His position slowly relaxed as he slouched in his chair, propping his head up with his hand and stretching his legs out languidly.

Faint murmurs were finally heard and the vibrant red doors swung open. Conner stepped in, you were following close behind.

Goosebumps erupted over his skin and he tapped his fingers on his cheek repeatedly to ground himself. He knew you were alive but to see it- you here caused his heartbeat to pick up and he was starting to unravel. Conner brought your attention to him and you squinted, trying to see better.

H͆̿͒҉̸̵̢ͭ̄ͥ͌͂̓ͫ̀o̸ͮ̿̐ͭ̂̌ͥ͊́́͢҉w̌ͥ̄͗̅ ͣ̈͛͐҉c̷̢͛ͫ̄̒ͤ̊̅ͩ͗̀̕ủ̷̷͗̓́ͩ̃͗͋̕͡t͛̽̏ͨ̓ͭ͝͏̛͒̎͑ͫ͐͐̚̕̕ȅ̡

Conner whispered something in your ears, prompting Herobrine to start. “Imagine my surprise,” He started, watching your reactions closely. He paused and pushed forward, “When I buried your body, held a funeral, went through the stages of grief as you like to call it, and then I’m told you’re alive and well.”

You looked away sheepishly and muttered, “....And who told you that?”

“Deflecting are you.” He disappeared from his throne and bent down to your ear, his eyes tracking the goosebumps peppering down your skin.

You stepped away from him, trying to create distance, but he couldn't wouldn't let you. He pushed your arms out and intertwined your fingers together, the small contact sending sparks unbridled joy to his brain.

You tugged your hands and he let go, a small frown appearing on his face. You relaxed a bit and he took advantage, moving as close as he knew you were comfortable with.

You flinched and tried to step back. Herobrine stepped with you, moving even closer. Your eyes narrowed at him and pushed forward, swiping a hidden dagger at his stomach.

Instincts kicked in and he twisted his hips, narrowly avoiding the stabbing. The surprise caused him to chuckle before he moved back and grabbed your wrist, forcing you to drop the knife and shoving you to the ground.

You glared at him and shot, “Bastard.”

He couldn’t help himself and mocked, “Be better.” Recognition flickered in your eyes before Conner butted in, “How does it feel, not so great ey?”

Resentment sparked in his stomach but he squashed it. You didn’t miss a beat, snapping back quickly, “I forgot you were here.”

Herobrine shifted his body to look at you both and Conner grinned sharply, “Watch it slowpoke.”

You sat up and kneeled, “I’m tired bro, I haven’t slept in a day.” He moved to you, holding out his hand for you to grab. You ignored it in favor of grabbing Conner’s hand who had the same thought, “Stop whining you inconsolable child.” The honey-toned man chastised(Yes, this is an actual skin tone, I had to look this up😭)

Jealousy and nostalgia coiled in his stomach, he missed you so much.

̵̶̱͉̳̠͢C̢̛̛̩͍̳̱͠ͅó̴͈̙̦̯̘̮̯̲͈̙̳̲͢ú̧̢̖̞̝̖̤̥̱̳̜͔̘̰͇͝͠l͏̘̜̭̤̱͇̹̖̘͞ḑ̱̥̜̖̹̦̙́͝͞n̴̫̘͈͈͈̳̩͢'̵͈̤̩̝̣ṱ͓̕ ̛͕͚̝̘̞y̕҉̛̛͙̝̟̞͈̪̼ͅó̴͈̙̦̯̘̮̯̲͈̙̳̲͢u̧̢̖̞̝̖̤̥̱̳͝ ̧͈͇̘͎̫͙̰̗̩s̛͇̘̯̙͈̫̹̜͢ͅȩ̛̣̰͓̻͎̘̯̙͈̫̹̜͢͡ͅȩ̣̰͓̻͎͡

̵̴ͯ́̊̉̈́̇̀ͦ́͜L̵̢̓ͭ̄ͥ͌͂̓ͫ̀o̸̵̢ͮ̿̐ͭ̂̌ͭ̄ͥ͌͂̓ͫ̀͢o̸̧ͮ̿̐ͭ̂̌̊ͦ͐͌͢͏kͬ̋ a̷̓̏̿͌ͯ̑̇̊ͩ̃͗͋̕͠t͛̽̏ͨ̓ͭ͝͏ ͑̊ͧ̈̀ͪḩ̵̸̐ͯ̆͑̏̈́̇̿̽̃́͛́ͣ̀͘ĩ̸̢͊ͯͨ̇̽͋̂́̾͛̇̏̓ͭ̌͢m̢̑̑̃̾͑ͪ̐

“I’m older than you.”

The ugly feeling grew quickly until his head grew fuzzy, his eyes felt like tuning forks and he stared at the ground.

“Act like it.”

Your banter continued as his mind spiraled further and further

“Breathe.”

A voice resonated in his head and his thoughts stopped. He blinked and your voice groaned, “Let me sleep.”

“Go down the hall, up the stairs, take a right til you see another pair of double doors and take the second room on the left.” He recited from memory and Conner glanced at him. He nodded slightly and Conner grabbed your hands, guiding you out of the room.

Herobrine tracked your movement, watching you leave before his brain screeched to a stop as you blew a kiss to him. Goosebumps erupted down his neck and he shivered, his face burning.

He shook his head and turned around, facing his stoic guards, “You’re released.” Their bones collapsed as their souls escaped the skeleton bonds and floated into the ground.

He walked out the doors and went down the halls.

Went up the stairs.

Took a right at the end.

He pushed the doors open and nodded to Conner who bowed his head slightly as he passed him. Herobrine walked to your door and stood there before walking to his room.

He pushed his crimson door open and stepped inside. His bed was in the top left corner, a small bookshelf nearby with a few scattered soul lanterns. A furnace and crafting table were placed in the middle of the room, flanked by chests on both sides.

He walked over to his bed and stared at the piece of paper on his pillow. There was a quill next to it and he tossed it into a container on one of his chests. He sat down on his bed and picked up the piece of paper.

How did you finally update your wardrobe and make it worse???

He smiled softly and leaned over, taking out the quill and scribbling on the back.

You can’t go wrong with jeans and a shirt.

He left his room and slipped the paper under your door before returning to his bed and slipping under the dark blue covers. He turned over on his side and began musing about the day.

Fatigue finally caught up and he curled up, welcoming the cold embrace of sleep.

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This aint the end of this btw, of course it’s not, there will be a third chapter linking the two povs cause this man is touch-starved and nobody can tell me otherwise