I've Failed (a Gameknight999 Fanfiction)

Chapter Ten

TOMMY'S POV:

This. Hotel. Sucks.

I know I'm like this with every hotel, but this time I'm serious. The bed is lumpy, there's nothing good on TV, and the air conditioning is broken.

On the brighter side, the hotel was only a block away from the White House, which was where I was going next. I had already made my decision about that. Now that Turner was dead, I couldn't just sit around and wait. Nobody except me knew that Herobrine was trying to kill Robbins, so only I could stop him.

And that one little fact- that only I can do it- kinda scares me. When I fought him in Minecraft, I had all my friends with me. Now I'm completely alone, the only one who can stop him from ruling over America, or maybe the world. I wish I had someone else who could help me battle him because as of right now, I'm feeling pretty weak and vulnerable. 

And tired, for that matter. I can't believe I haven't slept in more than 24 hours. If only this bed wasn't so uncomfortable.

I slide under the covers of the bed and close my eyes.

The next morning, it's raining extremely hard, which is super annoying. I trudge out of bed and get into the clothes I bought- a blue t-shirt, green pants, and brown sneakers. I comb my hair to try to make it look messy. Herobrine's never seen me in reality, so I try to dress like Gameknight999 (me in Minecraft) so he would know who he's dealing with. I actually look pretty good.

As soon as I got dressed, I walk down the stairs to the place where you eat breakfast. They have all kinds of foods- waffles, pancakes, french toast, regular toast, eggs. My mouth starts to water. The last thing I ate was that pizza, and it doesn't bring good memories.

I grab a little bit of everything (my plate is going to explode) and I try to find somewhere to sit. There really isn't an empty table. The hotel seems packed today. I finally find an empty two-person table near the very back of the cafeteria. Or is it a food court? Don't know, don't care, not my biggest worry right now.

I'm about to stuff an entire pancake into my mouth when a girl maybe a year or two younger than me comes up to me. She has light grey eyes and dark brown hair. She's wearing a diamond necklace and has a golden hairband in her hair.

"Is it okay if I sit here?" she asks.

I nod.

The girl sits down with her tray of food, much emptier than mine, and she also takes out a notebook and a pen. I look over at what she's writing. 

9x9 gold blocks.

Redstone torches on 4 corners of blocks.

Netherrack on top. Light Netherrack. HB should spawn.

If he doesn't I will sue DrewsMC. 

I stare mindlessly at her. She just wrote down the directions for the most popular (and pretty unreliable) Herobrine spawner.

Maybe my luck is turning around.

"Uhh... do you play Minecraft, by any chance?" I ask her.

She glances up. "Yeah," she says. "Why?"

"I saw what you were writing," I say.

She looks nervously down at her paper. "Oh," she says.

"It's okay," I say. "I play it too. Are you trying to spawn Herobrine?"

"I've been trying for months," she says, flipping through her notebook and showing me various sketches of other spawners and commands. "But nothing works. I've seen so many YouTube videos, looked at so many different websites, asked so many different people. Everything I've tried has failed. Sometimes, crazy stuff happens, but no matter what I try, I can never find him. The only time something remotely interesting happened was when I tried spawning him a 3:00 on Friday the 13th when I died and my phone didn't say how, but even that was a bust because he still didn't come out."

"I know how you feel," I say, remembering how hard Jenny and I had tried to find him when we were younger.

"If this spawner doesn't work, and I know it should because it worked in the video, I'm giving up and saying he doesn't exist." She looks grumpily at her paper.

"What's your name?" I ask. "I'm Tommy."

"I'm Kelsea," she says.

"Can I let you in on a secret?" I ask. 

She nods. 

"Herobrine is in the real world. Like not in Minecraft."

Kelsea chokes on her whole wheat toast. "You're kidding. You can't be serious."

"Dead serious," I say. "Did you watch the news last night? You know the guy who killed Ella Turner? That was him."

"H-HOW?!" Kelsea sputters.

"Err...I kinda-sorta brought him here. Long story, don't ask. But I know he's after President Robbins. He's trying to take over America."

Kelsea looks horrified. "Wow. This is... wow."

"Look... can I trust you with something?" I ask. I already have a plan.

"Always," Kelsea says. 

"Herobrine hates me. If he was only allowed to kill one more person in his entire lifetime, it would be me. He told me so. That's why he's trying to get rid of Robbins. So he can rule America, therefore rule me. So I have to stop him. Can you help me with that?"

Kelsea looks dumbstruck. Maybe asking her was a bad idea. She only looks about nine or ten, and I don't think she has much fighting experience. I don't think she can-

"I'll do it," Kelsea says.

"Excuse me?"

"I said I'll do it. You would not believe how awesome that would be. It would be a dream come true if I got to fight him."

"Are you sure?" I ask. "He could be extra dangerous in reality..."

"Death is something I'll risk to save my country," Kelsea says bravely. "I don't care what happens to me as long as you and I win this."

I think I like this kid! She sounds like me!

"Now finish your giant breakfast," Kelsea says, picking up her notebook. "We've got a country to save!"

I ditch the rest of my breakfast and stand up. Quickly, I run up to my hotel room, get all of my stuff, and rush downstairs to check out.

"Where to next?" Kelsea asks.

"The White House," I say. "He has to be there."

"We can't just walk right up, though," says Kelsea. "What are they gonna think when two random kids come walking right up to the White House, especially these days?"

"There is a ton of security," I say. "We don't have weapons or anything. I only have a pocketknife, and I put some special coating on it so the metal detectors don't pick it up. Besides, we're two kids. Why would we try to hurt the president?" 

Kelsea thinks about this for a second. "Good point," she says. "Let's go."

As soon as we're inside the grounds (which only took an hour and a half, due to security and constant persuading that we are NOT terrorists) we look around. Neither of us have been in the White House before (duh) so we don't know exactly where to go.

"We should split up," Kelsea says, "to cover more ground. You take left, I'll take right?"

"Deal," I say.

Kelsea sprints off while I turn left.

It's awfully quiet today. You'd think they would have twice the security since the First Lady and a bunch of guards were just killed. I hear footsteps behind me. Scared, I take out my pocketknife. Just in case.

Suddenly, something metal and heavy pushes into my back, and a deep, raspy voice speaks.

"Don't. Move."