The Nether Queen - Herobrine x Reader

Chapter Four

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The monotony of your life is interrupted by a trail of blood leading through the hallway you find yourself wandering in.

You blink numbly at the fresh, crimson blood soaking into the dark red carpet. That wasn't your blood, not last time you checked, and the Wither skeletons didn't have blood. That left the zombie pigmen, and...

It's been two weeks now since your wedding, and you've still seen very little of your husband. Out of sheer boredom, you've resorted to living in a sort of fantasy world with yourself and some imaginary friends. Loneliness and homesickness will do that to a gal. However, the blood shocks you out of your reverie, and you clap a hand over your mouth and nose. You can smell the blood in the air, coppery and stale. You have to find out where it's coming from.

You start down the hall, but stop. Is it any of your responsibility? Even if it is your hus- your kidnapper's blood, so what? He can bleed. Maybe he deserves it.

You follow the trail anyway.

The blood leads you up a flight of stairs and to a pair of ornate doors on the same floor as your room. Maybe his room...? You knock lightly on the door, and a gruff voice responds.

"Do not enter."

"Hello?" You lean closer to the door, but don't hear anything.

"Y/N, return to your room." Definitely him. You take a step back, but hesitate.

"What's happening? There's a lot of blood on the ground..."

"I said leave." You back up more, but frown. He was obviously hurt. Could you overpower him, possibly...? Maybe force him to bring you back home? Anger and determination bubbles up inside you, and you step forward and slam the doors open - only to stop short at the sight in front of you.

Your husband is sitting on the floor against a bed, blood soaking the carpet around him. He turns to look at you, his face cold, but you focus instead on one of his eyes, swollen shut. His blood-soaked shirt is laying on the ground next to him, and there's a huge gash across his chest. He's covered in blood.

"Herobrine!!" You exclaim, but he lifts a hand, electricity crackling in his palm.

"Do not come any closer."

"But you're- you're bleeding all over!?" You protest.

"I will deal with it." He snaps, showing the most emotion you've ever seen in him. You back out through the door, but keep watching him. He gives you a wary glance before turning away, saying something in a language you can't understand. You hear a sound behind you, and turn only to scream and scramble back into the door.

The creature must be an Enderman - you haven't seen any until now - and they're scary enough when they're blocks, as humanoids they're terrifying. They look like Slenderman - obviously - but totally black with shimmering purple eyes.

"Take her back to her room." Herobrine orders as you cover your face with your hands. You know better than to look an Enderman in the eyes.

A cold hand touches your arm, and you feel the ground underneath you shift accompanied by the sound of teleporting, and you peek up after a couple of moments to find yourself alone in your bedroom.Shivering, you rub your arm where the Enderman had touched you. That was, unfortunately, the most exciting thing that had happened to you since you arrived.

How did Herobrine get so badly hurt?? You didn't even know he could bleed, much less take that much damage! What the heck was he doing that got him so beat up?!