I woke to the girl from before shaking my shoulder.
"What?!" I called out. I hated being woken up. The girl, who I noticed looked alot like 1245 rolled her eyes.
"What's your name?" I asked her, sitting up, my dark hair going every which way.
"Sprinklez, or as this stupid place nows me, 1245." So it was her. I got out of bed and walked up to the chest. This time, inside was a hair brush, and my sneakers. I took out the hair brush, not wondering were it came from and began brushing my hair slowly, strand by strand. Sprinklez had changed from her quiet self around me, does that mean she trusted me? I turned around and she was still there, arms crossed. Her hair was still in the tight bun and her green eyes stared right through me. I walked back over to the bed, and to my surprise, a lapis colored dress sat on the bed, strappless, and with a black belt.
"I don't do dresses." I said, turning to Sprinklez, miminking the arm crossing. She just laughed.
"And I don't do white jump suits, but we don't always get what we want." I secretly liked Sprinklez. Her attitude intriqued me.
"Am I seriously going on a date with Herobrine?" I asked her. Sprinklez nodded, then laughed. I turned around, ready to put the dress on, but then turned back around. I glared at Sprinklez until she put her hands above her head and turned around. I pulled the dress on and slumped to the door. Sprinklez followed, and we walked down the halls together. We were silent the whole time, but it felt like we were having a converstaion with our eyes. She could tell I was terrified, and I could tell she felt bad for me. We reached the large dining room, with on long table made of those strange white blocks. The chairs were too. Sprinklez hit a button on the wall and the table quickly folded into a smaller one, set for two. I grunted. Sprinklez pushed me forward and I slapped a fake smile on my face. I sat down just as he walked in.
"Daisy, looking pretty as ever!" He called to me from across the room. I tryed not to roll my eyes. He came to me and handed me a boquet of red roses. I smiled politely, and Herobrine sat down. Suddenly, the 10 suited people ran in, and Sprinklez smiled at me. I was rushed water, then chicken, and Herobrine and I sat in silence.
"Herobrine, you know I can't marry you, right?" I broke the silence, and immedietly regret it.
"And why not Daisy?" He asked, slowly getting up from the table.
"I'm 14, and you are a murderer." I also stood up, not afraid of what he was going to do.
"I don't want to do this, but you may force me. Know, we will have a wedding tomorrow and that is that." He turned to leave.
"No." Herobrine spun back around and whipped out a dimond sword.
"OK, Daisy, just remeber, when you have all those scars under your wedding dress, it will be all your falut."
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