My Life when Living in a Mob Town (Sequel to My Life as Herobrine's Child)

Chapter Seven: Waiting for the Dragons

(HerobrineThe2nd's POV:)
It was really early in the morning, about 12:15. We were all asleep in our half-rebuilt rooms-well, everyone but me, but I was trying to.

I thought about it, and if I wasn't tired, I decided I could at least do something productive to make myself tired, so I got out of bed and entered the kitchen. I took out a stone sword we sometimes used as a cutting knife, and started to take down the cobwebs-sorry, Maybelle, you're more than free to put them up in your room.

After that, I remembered how Chris said the dragon hatchlings would need milk to soothe them, and I took some buckets and went outside to get some milk from the cows that were still outside, along with the other animals. Bessie and Choco, our cows, Baylee and Sherry, our sheep, and Porky and Bacon, our pigs, and had always stayed at the hideout, and we noticed we had a lot of our wheat and carrots gone, but we could easily find a way to restock, and I preferred potatoes over carrots anyway.

After milking Bessie, I finally felt tired, so I put our newly washed knife and the milk I gathered into a chest, then I went back to my room. I was shocked to see Endy outside the door.

"gnineve, oreH. er'uoy llits pu oot?" He mumbled sleepily, but I knew he wasn't actually awake. He was sleep-teleporting, and now sleep-talking... in the Endertounge.
"Yes, Endy, I'm still up, but we should both be getting to bed. I was just about to," I told him. Endy never just talks in his sleep, he only has sleep-conversations, so he's able to be interacted with. I knew how to handle these situations though, luckily. I gently took his hand and slowly led him down the hall.
I calmly assured him the whole time, saying, "Endy, we're going to get you to bed, ok?"
"ko..." muttered a sleepy Endy.
"sey, ydnE," I responded in the Endertounge to calm Endy a bit.
"ko, ko. m'I gnimoc htiw uoy, t'nod yrrow," he said and trusted me to lead him through the hallway and back to his room.
I walked Endy over to his bed and I told him to get in. Surprisingly, he did. He mumbled, "thgin, oreH. teews smaerd," then closed his glowing purple eyes and went back to a normal sleep.

I teleported to my room-I didn't even walk, I was too tired. I walked over to my bed and fell asleep as soon as I laid down. I woke up at 9:30 to the smell of eggs.

I yawned and stretched, ready to get up. First though, I better brush my hair and teeth, I thought when I tasted my morning breath, and saw my hair had frizzed up a little. After that, I raced down the hall into the kitchen to see Scorch at the furnace, pulling out some baked potatoes, while still frying some eggs on the stove nearby. I smiled and also saw everyone else at the table but Endy.

I'm guessing he was sleeping in, and absolutely no one wants to wake up Endy when he's tired-we first learned that the hard way. Let's just say Chris almost blew up, Scorch shed his old rods, Maybelle spun a web without even moving, and I was so jittery the rest of the day I couldn't teleport right. The whole day I ended up going too far or not far enough.

I sat down at the table and smiled cheerfully as I said through a mouthful of hash browns, "morning, everyone! How are you guys doing?"
I was responded to by three cheery greetings, all my friends in a mood as good as mine. Scorch was flipping hash browns higher than usual, Chris had been a little chattier, Maybelle was singing-not that anyone minded, we think even if she's shy, she has a fantastic voice-and I was well rested and happy despite looking after Endy last night.

I joked, "I'm guessing we'd rather risk Endy sleeping in until tomorrow than ruin our good mood?"
We all laughed a little, and I was responded to, "yeah, don't worry, you don't have to," said a cheerful Endy, in the doorway.
"Morning, Endy!" I greeted him through another mouthful of hash browns-if you can't tell by now, I really like potatoes.
"Morning," he smiled, and dished himself up, with a few apples and some bread he made into toast.
"Really, Endy?" Scorch asked, "you're actually going to eat something that plain?" Scorch is always astonished when people don't want much flavor or spices on their nearly bland food. He's one of the big cooks in our group of friends, but Endy is the other.
"Of course not just this, Scorch. You really believe I would?" Endy teased a bit. He pulled some sugar out of a chest, then somehow crammed all three ingredients into one furnace. He took out what looked like Dutch Apple Pie. He grinned, cut it into fifths, then jammed his entire piece in his mouth. I couldn't blame him, Endy makes great Dutch Apple Pie.

He then handed everyone their pie slices, and we gratefully accepted, all of us also cramming the pie into our mouths. "So," I began once I had swallowed the pie down, "how's everything going along in the hideout?"
Chris replied, "the dragon eggs are well cared for, and I saw someone brought in some milk. I assume you, Hero. I've also been updating, upgrading, and restocking the redstone facility, as well as other rooms in the storage category, like the pantry."
Maybelle went next, "I've been cleaning up the house's biggest problems here and there, but there weren't many, so I'm still making everything in the rooms just a little comfier-and of course, I mean music too."
Scorch grinned as he said, "I've extended the fence already, and I've reorganized a lot in the place, like the board game room, the storage room, the tools room, and only a few more need to be done.
Endy said, "I'm glad you guys are all almost done, because I'm going to need all the help I can get to finish building our stables. I've finished one of the five stalls, filled in the walls and roof, and taken care of lighting issues."
I smiled and said, "it's great how much we've all been able to get through, great work everyone!"

(Scorch's POV:)
After breakfast, we all ran off to work on whatever was needed to be done. In about an hour, we all met up at the front of the newly built stables, of which Endy was quite proud of when we complimented it.

The dragon eggs still hadn't hatched yet, though, so I just grinned and said, "well, you guys are stuck playing some board games and cards with me." We all grinned, and I quickly floated in and out of the house, now carrying a bunch of games-before you ask how, I'll just explain that Blazes have telekinesis-some take longer to develop than others, but mine already was at its full potential.

We all played card and board games nearby the eggs the whole day, waiting for the dragons.
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Hello, my White-Eyed Warriors!!! It's good to see you guys, I'm sorry I haven't spoken in awhile-though you guys may be glad... XD jk, I hope not.
Anyway, I just wanted to say so sorry for the short, boring chapter-I used up all my imagination and good ideas on the chapters to come and the previous ones, so I had to put in a cheap connecter.

I hope to hear from my army soon, stay strong, my White-Eyed Warriors! May Herobrine hold your dear, in the blocky palm of his hand.