Inherited (EDITING)

Nuetral Ending

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of death, Mentions of PTSD, Mentions of suicide
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"Herobrine!"

Before the man could teleport to safety, he felt warm hands connect around his waist. He hummed lazily at the warmth, and he noticed how cold everything else was. The blood gushing out his neck felt cold as well, and Herobrine rolled his head back, groaning. His vision was already failing him, and the ringing in his ears hurt.

"Come on, buddy... Stay with me, I got you..."

Despite all the haziness in the Swede's mind, he smiled and slurred, "Sky? I knew I could count on you-"

He was halted when he started coughing madly. He felt the chilly feeling of blood on his hands, and Herobrine suddenly wanted to let go of everything. It hurt everywhere, so he weakly tried to wrench himself out of Sky's grip. The commander refused to let him go, and Herobrine frowned. The hands around him tightened, and he felt Sky's warm breath against his ear until he felt the familiar lurch of teleportation.

Herobrine stumbled in Sky's arms, and he protested against all the touching. It kept going from unbearably cold to boiling hot at random intervals and Herobrine wanted it all to end. He finally lost his ability to speak coherent sentences and just let Sky do what he pleases. He felt the commander lay him down on some really soft grass, and he watched the man talk rapidly to a medic.

He was getting too tired.

Herobrine's eyes started to flutter, and his head rolled to the side. His fingers twitched and he let out a groan before he succumbed to the darkness.

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"We're losing him! Save him, for fuck's sake! Isn't that your job?!"

The medic worked as hard as she could, but she slowly broke underneath all the pressure of her superior. She had been distracted again from stitching Herobrine's gaping neck wound and that was all it took. She snapped harshly at her commander, who went silent. She huffed at her small victory, but quickly tended to her casualty. Sky had stayed for a while, but she shooed him off to complete Herobrine's job for him.

"He better be fucking alive when I get back."

All the medic could do was nod.

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Sky won. He repaid the Shifter with the exact same treatment Herobrine received. A clean slice across the neck was all it took to kill the creature. Cheers erupted, but the adrenaline was still deep in Sky's veins. He barked order after order to get back to the base as soon as possible. He did not stay to watch his soldier cry over their dead friends, and he just hoped he would not be one of them.

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Herobrine survived miraculously. He had actually died for a few seconds before medics could keep him stable once more. He was in critical condition, and was transported to the base's ward immediately on the fastest way of travel. Once Sky led his army back to the base, he made a quick dash to the ward, and watched from magical barriers as Herobrine was monitored closely.

He left to make sure things were alright in the rest of the army.

Things were not alright.

Seto had passed away. Brice had broken down, and no one dared to approach the blond. The soldier had a new type of dog tag around his neck. It was a plain metal chain with Seto's bloodstained wizard ring dangling carefully. Brice had sat in the morgue for two days, next to Seto's tray as he played with the ring in his fingers. He smelled dead when Sky got soldiers to force him out of there. He looked dead as he thrashed and screamed. He was dead on the inside. The normally cheerful blond locked himself in his and Seto's shared bunk.