What if? (Yandere Herobrine x Reader) One-shots

Slip of the Tongue (Herobrine x Reader) *Fluff*

A/N: This is an alternate scenario that takes place in Chapter 18 of "You Will Love Me." It describes what would've happened if Y/N took advantage of the alcohol she found while hiding in the cellar of the mansion shortly after witnessing Prysm's death. It has some funny moments and of course- some semi-spicy fluff. Enjoy!

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Everything ached inside your soul. You ran downstairs, not knowing what room you should go in. You could feel yourself hyperventilating with every frantic step. Curses ran in and out of your head as tears fogged up your sense of right and wrong. Prysm was dead and it was all your fault! DAMN EREBUS! DAMN HIM! In that moment, you needed an outlet, something that would ease the immense emotional pain you felt. Death wasn't an option, neither was running away. What could've possibly helped you to cope with your grief? Even though everything felt like a blur the more you sobbed, your body had a mind of its own. Your legs wandered and wandered, your feet slamming onto the floor. The deeper you got into the mansion, an idea sparked inside your head. Since you had explored half of the rooms earlier that day, you remembered there was a decent sized cellar you had come across that morning. It didn't take long to locate the set of red brick stairs that led down to a small oak door with black iron hinges. You wiped your eyes and wobbled towards the door. Luckily, it was unlocked. Once you were inside, you shut it behind you and flipped a nearby lever. Instantly, the room was alit by the light of red stone lamps.

It was warmer inside the cellar. It had a wooden scent with a hint of smoky firewood seeping through its floor. Although lower in the ground just like the basement, it certainly felt more welcoming compared to the other rooms. In fact, the room reminded you of a village tavern you used to visit in your spare time. It had the same atmosphere with a hot-colored glow, the only difference being the lack of people. The walls were made of dark cobblestone and were lined with various wooden barrels you assumed were filled with different types of alcohol. There were many wooden isles of wine bottles and so forth. You told yourself you'd rather die a second time than indulge in such a beverage, so you sat down on top of a barrel and decided to let all your tears out. You hadn't ugly cried in a very long time, so doing so was almost relieving. But still, Prysm was dead. Your friend, the one that got you out of harm's way, the one that risked his life for you was dead. You were crying for him, but mostly you were angry at Erebus! You wished you could've vomited up your breakfast and shoved down his uptight throat! Would it have killed him to spare a single skeleton?! He was a murderer just like Herobrine, if not worse!

At least Herobrine knew he was a villain from the start, but Erebus?! Erebus had no excuse when he attempted to play the role of a righteous servant. He was lying to himself no more than he was lying to you. He could drown in a lake for all you cared. No... no that's not what you meant, you took that thought back once you realized you didn't want any more deaths, not even if it was somebody you hated. Sighing, you wiped your face with the edge of your blouse. When you stood up to pace, you kept thinking. Maybe it was your fault... Maybe if you hadn't asked Prysm for his help, maybe if you had never asked him his name in the first place he'd still be alive. It was the same thoughts in the same formation, just like when you lost Steve. Only this time, the pain was different. The pain had a form. You were just starting to warm up to Erebus before he did what he did.

Could you trust nobody anymore?

Upstairs, Erebus was cleaning the remainder of the mess. He tried not to think about what you had told him. He tried to remind himself that you were just temporarily upset, and that your emotions would pass in a couple of days. Then he thought of the dawning idea that you might've been right. If he had indeed broken a promise that Herobrine had made, then what would happen next? Would he be dismissed? Rejected? Out casted? Or worse... tortured? He shook his head for even imagining such a fate. After all, he had served Herobrine for many many years. He was always the one to cook when Herobrine wasn't up for the task after a long day at work. He was always the one to clean when others couldn't. Herobrine trusted him so much, Erebus was even responsible for cleaning up the basement whenever ordered to. Erebus had cleaned up so much blood, so many broken limbs and severed bodies. At the beginning of his job, it was difficult. At first it was hard adjusting to the mansion's way of doing things, especially so soon after spawning, but after a couple of years cleaning up blood, Erebus realized something important. The only way to survive was to work hard and remain loyal with those he disagreed with. He was loyal to the bone, far more superior than Captain or Prysm would ever be. Surely Herobrine wouldn't throw that loyalty away just because of your batting eyelashes. Caught up in his thoughts, he almost didn't recognize the sound of footsteps enter the room.