Yo, bet cha didn't expect this did ya?
Steve's POV
I was excited as we were climbing out of the limo, Herobrine held his hand out for me to take while we were practically swarmed with camera's.
"That's new..." I heard Herobrine mutter as we quickly went inside, without even having to say much to the bouncer. Sadly, even with my excitement to go straight to the dance floor a server walked up to us, dressed like a zombie.
"Welcome to the opening of Undead! It's a pleasure to have you both here tonight, follow me towards your table" A man grinned at us before the three of us went over to the VIP section of the club and were seated near the back in a booth. A bottle of wine was standing upright in a bucket of ice.
"Wine..?" I whispered as Herobrine let me sit down first, before he sat besides me. Hesitantly I grabbed the bottle in mild confusion until I grew a slight headache.
"-glasses? Steve, You want to join me?" Oh shit, did Herobrine say something?
"Join you for what?" I asked the dominant God besides me as he had went ahead to request more drinks.
"What are you talking about Stevie?" He raised an eyebrow before he kissed my forehead which made me smile instantly.
"I could've sworn you said something...Nevermind, I'm hearing things" I chuckled, shaking my head as I put the bottle down before I looked into his white eyes.
"Have your memories returned at all? Anything?" I gave a small nod, scratching my head as a small amount of guilt washed over me for not telling him sooner.
"Yellow eyes in my dreams...I've been having the same nightmare for awhile actually... It ends once I feel a sharp pain in the back of my head...As for memories? I can almost see what's happening" When I turned to face him again I was startled just with how cold he seemed.
"The owner to those blasted eyes, is the one who put you in that coma, him and three others" He spat angrily, I jumped as he pulled me into his chest while he hugged me.
"...They're still in the End, aren't they Brine. Despite what I said" I said softly, playing with the hem of his blood red blazer.
"They need to repent Steve" Herobrine sighed, shaking his head, letting me go.
"I don't want to talk about those baboons, not tonight" I went to speak more but a male walked up to our table. A slight gasp left my throat, despite the very now clear tension, the teenager smiled at us before opening his mouth to speak only to be cut off by Brine.
"Please tell me that's some joke kids nowadays are doing..." Herobrine was damn near seething on the spot, "Don't tell me you're making fun of me kid...Your guts would be strewn across the room should you be"
"Hero, I'm sure he has a perfectly good explaination-"
"My eyes shouldn't be apart of some fad going on Steve, speak boy" He growled, standing up, glaring at the teenager who bore white eyes just like him.
"I...I'm not trying t-to make fun o-of you sir..." I stood up as well, trying my best to cool Herobrine down as much as I could.
"Noah!" Our heads turned to see a woman with red hair come over, and took the teen by the ear.
"I am so sorry! This is my son, Noah...He had gotten laser eye surgery to make his eyes look like yours and no matter how many times I told him not to he went ahead and did it anyway" She spoke kindly to us but would glare at her son who was shaking under her grip.
