Despite Notch telling him that the execution will begin '5 minutes by his time', it seemed like his five minutes is equal to hours. People are still moving around quickly, tirelessly, working on decorations and tables and chairs. Food were served on top of long table covered with white cloth and chairs were assembled neatly, forming rows surrounding the main stage. The stage itself had been decorated with carvings and red and gold banners, with golden ropes intertwined around, forming a beautiful theatrical stage, mounted by dark oak supports and fences.
They really are good in designing builds.
But it seemed to be such an effort if it will end up tainted with blood anyway.
Steve just sat on one of the chairs, going 'idle', as the people put it. He was thinking. Somewhat. Lost in his thoughts about the whole thing.
He doesn't remember Notch speaking to him like that. Notch was his big brother. Despite him looking odd and all stiff back then as well, Notch was someone who actually cared about him. He gave him basics of surviving, he helped him cut wood down, he helped him design his house. Notch was that kind of big brother who knows everything, and is always willing to share to him.
This Notch feels... different. Something is wrong from him, the time his gaze fell upon him on that throne.
And there are two things wrong with this Notch.
One, he doesn't seem to know that he can talk, unlike back then.
Secondly, there is something contradicting in his speech. He could not put his finger where, but something is definitely wrong, and he dislike it.
'Herobrine is going to be executed tonight. You want to come?'
'Of course it would be Notch.'
'Good. Serves him right for being a bad guy.'
Something is definitely wrong.
[Elselle30] : Yo Stephanus, are you idle?
He looked up at her, unsure what to say. He couldn't say anything with these people around, and he does not have any idea how to use the black box anyway. He shook his head and got up from the seat, walking away as if he was minding his own business.
Still, why is he staying around here? He could just go home to Joe. He promised him some meat for them to eat soon.
He was afraid of Herobrine, but why would he stay anyway?
Why?
Maybe because he wanted to see him slain finally? Seeing his tormentor killed in front of his very eyes and watch as his blood was shed on the stage? Maybe he wanted to watch the embodiment of his fears, his regrets, all to be gone and killed by his own 'big brother'?
Does he really want this? Maybe he does. It's not a wrong thing to do anyway. The monster deserved it. He deserved to die a death befitting such an infamous criminal. Everyone present in this castle agreed as well. They set a huge party just for the sake of this whole thing anyway.
But he felt... detached. He felt like he did not belong here, but he stayed anyway.
Strange.
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