#witherstorm

The gang and Brian rush into the entrance of the catacombs after hastily dodging hoards of mobs and arrows.

They work together to close the heavy doors that line the entrance. Henry falls on his stomach after leaping far from the doors.

The gang, with breathy cheers, revel in their victory, but it is short lived when henry speaks up.

HENRY: Uh… guys?

They all turn to look in his direction and we pan to see two wither skulls lining a large soul sand figure. But a foreign block in the middle with multicolored lights.

STEVE: in a hushed tone It can’t be…

DAWN: What can’t be? What is that?

Steve looks at the crowd scanning for his brother.

STEVE: With concern Where is Brian?

A beat of silence happens.

BRIAN: Right here.

Natalie suddenly looks in the soul sand creature’s direction with a fear, sweat beading down her forehead. Steve slowly turns his head.

They all look at Brian. In one hand he’s holding Henry in a chokehold, on the other he holds a wither skull.

STEVE: yelling and holding his pick What are you doing Brian!? Put the kid down!

They raise their weapons.

DAWN: You better have a good explanation for this.

Brian just laughs causing the gang to back away slightly, but Steve was still at full attention and opened his mouth.

STEVE: PUT HIM DOWN BRIAN!

Brian gives a menacing smirk and throws henry to the floor towards the gang. He cups his throat and backs away behind Natalie, hacking and sobbing. Natalie raises her hoe.

BRIAN: Pathetic- he‘s cut off

NATALIE: He‘s a kid!

BRIAN: I mean all of you. He turns to Steve.

BRIAN: I guess some people really will do anything for their brother, huh?

STEVE: Brian, you can’t unleash that thing! You don’t know the destruction It could cause!

Brian laughs heartily, but it soon warps into an angry growl.

BRIAN: gritting his teeth It‘s worth the risk.

STEVE: I thought that- He cuts himself off

HENRY: You were supposed to be a hero, Brian!

BRIAN: Herobrine? Heh, i‘m likin‘ that name.

With a manic smile, Herobrine slams his wither skull onto the middle of the soul sand statue.

It immediately begins to pulsate and glow violently, causing the building to shake. Brian laughs and energy pulses through him, his eyes turning a blinding white.

STEVE: We gotta get out of here. NOW!

The gang shuffles as fast as they can back through the cave they came in from. This this time the mobs inside also ran away rather than attacking.

They make it out to see Garret dejected sitting on a log feeding a sheep. He quickly looks in their direction concerned.

GARRET: What happened?

He quickly moved to help steady Steve in his arms.

STEVE: No time to explain… he hisses with pain But we gotta get out of her as fast as possible. My brother built a wither.

GARRET: Well color me suprised- he cuts himself off

They all feel their skin prickle as something emerges from the catacombs. Large tendrils poke through as a titan reveals its nasty face . Its uncountable black tentacles grazing every surface and its purple eyes look around manically. On top of its massive head sits Herobrine.

HENRY: That’s no wither.

STEVE: It‘s a Witherstorm.

So I am a spiritual kin of The Witherstorm as some of you know. I dont talk enough about how I experience that kin tho. So I am both not the creature and the creature at the same time. I hold its power and its existence and its life as it brews in my vessel (or my body). But that thing is not me but I am it. Kinda the square and rectangle situation.

So I extremely affirming when I have dreams of walking outside my (at the current time) apartment to see The World Eater and it just looks at me. Doesn't really become aggresive or anything just a passive look and it be on its way to terrorize the earth eating all in its path and im just like its friend. Like I raised that boy go my son. And I fully could roam around and observe the world as it was torn down. Craters in its wake as people warn me of something im fully aware of. Its like I could tell when it was near too just a feeling.