"Uuuuuhhh..." was all I uttered out at my mother's very strange and frightening remark.
"Oh, sorry for the inappropriate language sweetheart." Mother said with her previous cheery tone, "But whenever I hear someone is trying to do something bad to my little LanPoo, well I go a little bit on the coo coo side."
"Were there any other times you went 'coo coo'?" I asked a bit hesitant
"Well, you remember our previous neighbors that left about a year ago?" Mother asked
"Yeah, they left in a rush" I replied thinking back to when they were still next door to us. They had a son that threw a baseball at my head and the day after that they were already on the road.
"Well the reason why they moved was because I threatened them that if they dont apologize to you that not even the FBI would be able to hide them from me." Mother said with a snicker which got a very surprised and horrified look from me.
"But thats not important right now." Father said standing up from the couch and walking towards the a portrait hanging on the wall, which he proceeded to remove revealing a hidden safe installed into the wall.
"Was that always there?!" I asked in a frantic tone which got a series of buttons being pressed and the door of the safe opening up to reveal... keys...
"Well I didn't expect that..." I said in a disappointed tone.
"Word of advice son: Always expect the unexpected." Father said throwing me the keys which I instinctively caught and with a much closer inspection noticed that these were the keys to a motorbike.
"No... way..." I uttered out which got a nod of approval from both of my parents.
"Whats wrong Lan?" Heroinebrine asked peering over my shoulder as to what I was 'No waying' about.
"You mean I can actually drive her?" I asked holding the keys like it was a newborn.
"Of course you can!" Mother started.
"She is yours now, son." Father ended.
"If may ask but who is she?" Heroinebrine asked in a curious tone
"She is Betsy!" I said as I gestured everyone to follow me into the garage.
In the garage, sitting so beautifully on its stand, was Betsy! Shes a 2013 Harley Davidson XL883N Iron! Shes my pride and joy now.
"Ooohh its shiny!" Heroinebrine said investigating Betsy with curiosity.
"Yeah, She is amazing!" I said with confidence growing in my voice.
"Why do you refer to it as 'her'?" Herobrine asked
"Well honey, when you have something that you care about deeply, inanimate or not, you would go to lengths as categorizing it as an actual person." Janice exclaimed which seems to me all of that flew straight over Herobrine's head.
"So can we melt it down into iron?" Herobrine asked which got a face-palm from Janice.
"Why would you melt a bike down into iron?" Father asked which made me realize if my parents knew that Herobrine and Heroinebrine are from Minecraft.
"Yes, they know quite well that we are from Minecraft, Lan." Herobrine answered which got a 'Stay out if my head!' Stare.
"Oh yeah, when we got here we explained everything to them and surprisingly they were really level-minded about it all." Janice exclaimed (Author's Question: How would you feel if you find out that your child was getting married to the offspring of a character from a game? Leave it in the comments!)
"Well at least that is out of the way but there is something else that I am questioning." I started, "Why are you giving me Betsy now?"
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My Experience with the Mob talker mod (Heroinebrine edition)
FanfictionLan is your normal 15 year old guy, who enjoys playing minecraft, until his life changes when he tells us his experience with the new mod he added to his game.
