The Nether Queen - Herobrine x Reader

Chapter Twelve

disclaimer: sometimes I make no sense. I just dont have the energy to fix it sorry

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"You can't be serious!! He needs our help!!" You cry, grabbing Manfred's arm and shaking him. "How could you leave him back there?!" Manfred mutters something incoherent. "He was surrounded by enemies! What if he dies??" You pause. "Wait, can he respawn?" Manfred sighs. "But still!!"

"I appreciate the concern, but I am fine." You spin around at a voice, and are momentarily shocked at the rush of relief that goes through you.

"Herobrine!!" Your husband is leaning against the wall with one hand, blood staining his shirt, and you dash over in an attempt to steady him.

"I'm fine." He repeats gruffly, but Manfred chirps sternly at him and he sighs, then replies in backwards. Teleporting across the room next to him, Manfred places a hand on your heads and teleports the three of you to Herobrine's room. Your husband sinks down onto his bed, and you scramble up next to him, trying to assess his wounds. "Y/N-"

"Shh, I know first aid. I've got this." You interrupt, examining his bloody arm. "Manfred, can you get some food and potions?" Manfred nods and vanishes. "We need to get this sleeve off." You state. "The fabric will only get in the way. Can you get infected? This will need to be cleaned pretty good if you can."

"I cannot."

"Okay, at least there's that." He gently pulls his arm out of your grip, and pulls his shirt over his head. You open your mouth to berate him for using his injured arm, but notice for the first time the cut on his neck. "Oh g- he cut you!"

"Just a scratch."

"He could have killed you!" You reach up towards his neck, but he catches your wrist in his hand.

"He did not."

"Well- still." You pull your hand away and focus on his arm again. "Did you tear an arrowhead out?? You're not supposed to pull out an object impaling you, you lose blood faster."

"It was necessary in the moment."

"Ugh, well, ffff. You need to be more careful." Manfred returns with a red potion in his hand and gives it to Herobrine, who takes it with his good hand. You watch as he yanks the cork out with his teeth, then swallows the potion. The wound on his arm visibly begins to repair itself, and your shoulders slump with relief.

"Why'd you come after me?" You ask softly after a moment. "I'm not useful to you. That- that guy kidnapping me- if nothing else at least you wouldn't have to worry about me messing stuff up anymore."

"Is that all you believe I think of you?" Herobrine responds, not looking at you. "You are not a pawn. You are a living being. I brought you here, I am responsible for your safety. Had I not come, he would have killed you, and you, like I, cannot respawn." You blink.

"Wait- you can't respawn?!"

"No."

"He could have really killed you!!" You feel tears well up in your eyes, more from anger than anything else.

"It's alright. I've survived this long, one more enemy can't do much more damage."

"He really could have killed you!!"

"Manfred would have been able to protect you."

"I'm not- I'm not worried about that!! I'm worried about you! You might be a jerk who kidnapped me and made me marry you and are just about the worst husband ever, but you're still nice to me and you take care of me! And you're j-just as much of a living person as I am!" He chuckles.

"That, I am not."

"Don't argue with me! I'm your wife!" You point a stern finger at him, and he smiles, looking away. You huff, then focus on his wound again. All that remains of it now is a mottled scar. Rubbing away the remains of your tears on your sleeve, you get up and hurry to the adjoining bathroom, grabbing a rag and wetting it under the sink. Amazing how plumbing actually worked in the Nether.

Coming back to the bedroom, you clamber onto the bed next to him and take his arm, starting to wash the blood off it. Herobrine raises an eyebrow at you.

"What are you-"

"Shh." You cut him off.

"I can-"

"Shh." He stops. The two of you sit in silence for a few minutes while you clean the blood off of him, and you note absently the lack of any hair on his arm. He still has stubble on his face, but you've never noticed any change with that either. Weird game things, probably.

"Steve." You remember abruptly. "Where's Steve?"

"We split up to search for you. I imagine he's still searching - I haven't had a chance to contact him."

"Mm." You finish washing off the blood, and set the stained rag beside you. Then, before you have a chance to think better of it, you throw your arms around him.

"Don't die, okay?" You whisper as he goes stiff. "Just... don't." He's silent for a very, very long half a minute, then reaches over with his free hand and strokes your hair.

"I will try."

"Of course they'd all vanish." Steve mutters to himself, trudging along through the tundra biome. "First the Enderman, then Y/N, now Herobrine. With no way to contact them, I might add." Although, Herobrine had told him to call out his name in the event of an emergency. This wasn't an emergency, but...

Sighing, Steve plants the tip of his sword in the dirt and leans on it, staring forward at the snow stretching out before him. Only a few million chunks to go. Oh wait, silly him! The world is infinite. And Y/N could be anywhere.

A sword plunges into his back.

Steve lets out a cry as his health drops, pain shooting through his body as he stumbles forward. Coughing, he whirls around, lifting his sword in an attempt to defend himself.

"Oh, my apologies." The demonic voice is coming from a- he couldn't quite call it a person, just the faintest outline of a body in a cloud of black fog, glowing eyes piercing the darkness. "I thought you were someone else."

"Herob-" Steve chokes out, but the entity draws a bow and shoots him, dealing most of his remaining health in damage. Half a heart left, he scrambles for a golden apple, desperate to get his health back, but another arrow strikes him, and his vision goes red as his body becomes unresponsive.

He only has the faintest flash of the entity leaning down to take his items before he wakes up in a cold sweat - back at his base. Sighing, he presses the heels of his hands against his eyes.

"Who, or what, was that??" He mumbles to himself. A cat across the room meows in response, and he lets out a sigh, dragging himself out of the bed and opening a chest. Retrieving a new set of enchanted armor, he pulls it over to a weapons chest and arms himself. Whatever it was, it had said it had mistook him for someone else. Either a player with his skin, or Herobrine. And it was incredibly unlikely that any mere player could have gotten the drop on him like that.

Regardless, he was tired of wandering around doing nothing. Donning his armor and scabbard, he makes his way to the front of his base, where he draws his sword and plants it in the dirt in front of him.

"He better come through with this." Steve mutters, then turns to the sky and shouts,

"HEROBRINE!"