The Herobrine

Chapter 18:

"Stop! It hurts!"


"I have to Adam, just a sec."


"Ah! No, stop! It stings."


"I have to clean the wound Adam!"


"I don't care!"


"How did it even become this way?" I say pulling on his shirt so he takes it off.


"Some idiot found me while playing this map on the new headgear. He stabbed me before he teleported me. I struggled and I ended up here somehow." I looked at him with worried eyes.


"Adam... You need to take off your shirt so I can clean it."


"No! I don't want you seeing me."


"Adam, please." He shook his head.

Stubborn much? I took his shirt and ripped it off him, a horrified gasp came from his lips.


"HOLY SHIT, ADAM!" I stared at his wound. A huge gaping hole in his torso had gone been cut into. "That's more than a cut!" He stared at me blankly.


"What do you mean Claire? It's only a knife slash." I stare at him in horror.


"Knife slash?! It looks like a freaking cannon ball with spikes has hit you! Can you not see that?" He looked at me sadly.


"Claire, you're over reacting."


"I know, but this NEEDS to be cleaned up. I'm making you some bandages." He opened his mouth to talk but he stopped himself.


"Okay... Fine." I looked up at him oddly. Something was up. He was acting around me in a way I've never seen him around anyone else. Dawn must be one hell of a girl to put up with this guy.


I grabbed my shirt that the game generated for me when I first spawned. It was all faded now. My coloured rainbow shirt now just a dusty shirt that looked like pail colours. I ripped the end off it and started dabbing Adam's wound.

"Hey! Don't use your shirt!"


"Why not? It's not like I have to keep it. It's the games spawn in system remember." He smiled at me kindly.


"Still, you can't just use your clothes on me. I won't allow it." He said in a loyal tone. I smirked.


"Too late." I said dangling the blood soaked rag in front of him.


"Hey! Don't do that!"


"It's the only thing we got! Would you rather leave being brushed against your wound?" His sat back slightly annoyed, pain still in his face.




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I twiddled my thumbs while watching the curly haired boy sleep. He looked so peaceful. I know I, going to have to ask him to start moving when he wakes. We don't have much time till sunset... And the enderman will be after us as well. Like I don't have enough on my mind already.

I had cleaned probably nearly all of the blood out of his beard. Good thing too. It looked dreadful with all of that in it. I looked back to his face, his eyes were opened wide and I fell back at the sudden change.


"Geez Adam! Scare the crap out of me would ya?" My hand went straight to my chest, feeling it pumping fast.


"Sorry!" He said, himself flying up to his knees.


"Looks like you're better huh?" He nodded. "Good, because we gotta go as soon as we can."


He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Why?"


"I came here with other you tubers. All of the, are now in the clutches of Herobrine."


"So that's why they captured me!" I nodded, standing up to my feet.


"Come on. Up ya get!"


"How dare you! I'm the king of England." I looked at him confused, suddenly noticing what he was playing at. A clever smirk spread across my face.


"I'm not English." I said casually, taking his hand and falling to one knee. "Adam... Will you pretend to marry me?" I say, laughing my head off.


"Of course I wil-"


"Ha! Gotcha! 1. My Adam wouldn't except my marriage proposal. 2. The REAL king would care if I suddenly mentioned my different face AND-"


"DING!" We both chanted together.


"You watched that too?" I said in disbelief.


"Yea!!! Doctor Who for the win!" I laughed clutching my stomach.


"More like David Tennant for the win!" I choked out, falling to my knees. Once I calmed down again I stood back up, brushing the dust off my clothes. "Come on then! We don't have a TARDIS to help us get around."


"Wait what?! We're just going to walk around like hopeless people?"


"No... Like mad men." I said punching him softly on the shoulder and running off.


"Oi! Get back here!!" He yelled, chasing after me.