Born A Soldier (Reader X Herobrine)

Chapter Twenty-Five

Wait..... FRICK. Is this actually turning into an xReader?! Heck! For the longest time now I've just been building up to Herobrine's defeat by (Y/n)! Is- ..Is this story taking on a mind of its OWN?..To save HEROBRINE! Hecking nooo! I was gunna do something different finally! ;-;
There can't ACTUALLY be romance now!
...Can there.....?
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     Following a drawn out huff, the man pulled away from the door, ambling back to his seat where he sat again without caution. He rested both arms on his knees, faintly glowing eyes blinking down at the now empty opposing chair. Another sigh drew from him, this time shorter, quieter.

     "The crimson words lay in shadow before her eyes.." reciting nonsense, "Tender words carved before me, a silent blade. Insults piercing as knives, heart faint and slow..." One of the guards curiously peered through the glass. What...? What was he doing? "I stood as her enemy under the light. Darkness were her drapes, waiting to strike. ...And yet..." A singular, glowing tear shed from the man's eye. "...she didn't."

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     Little light seeped through the thick bag. Your eyelids slid open at last, feeling your body dragged along like a sled. Your arms were tucked close to your chest, back pressed against another's back. Wait... Your eyes widened. That wasn't a dream?! Where were you?! Your legs started kicking, arms carelessly clawing at the slippery material of the bag. You must have kicked Herobrine awake, because he groaned harshly, kicking you back.

     "Stop kicking, you Nitwit!" Who a- ...Wait, where the Nether are we?? Herobrine too noticed that he was being dragged along with you.

     "I- I just remember seeing enderman eyes before I fell asleep last night!" The creature stopped. Abruptly, the top of the bag holding up both your upper torsos released the tightly closed bag. Both you and Herobrine made a short sound of pain when your heads tumbled into the ground.

     "Why is he in the sleeping bag?" A voice rasped from beyond. The sunshine peeking through the bag before wasn't as strong as before. Strange.. The voice sounded so familiar...yet it was taking you a moment to pinpoint whose it might be.

     Another voice, feminine, also familiar voice piped up, "There's a girl in there with him!"

     "Wait, really?!" Again, another, deeper voice spoke. "Huh... Just thought he put on some weight.." Like you, Herobrine was listening intently, waiting for a good time to strike.

     He growled. "I could just melt this bag right off.."

     "Hey, I'm in here too!" You desperately whispered for him not to. He considered your words, deciding again to wait a little longer to strike.

     The first voice spoke again. "Uhh, why not just let both of them out of the bag, then?"

     The second voice squeaked. "W-w-well, what if n-neither of them have their clothes on?!"

     That's when anger took over. "HEY, YOU B#######!!! I WOULD NEVER! LET ME OUT! I AM PLENTY CLOTHED ENOUGH FOR A FIGHT!" In your spastic anger, you managed to hit and kick Herobrine several times.

     "...(Y/n)..?" Worded the feminine voice softly.

     "Stop it!" He spat over his shoulder at you. Realizing your little boxing match with nothing was hurting no one but your partner in crime, you did stop, even laying quite still.