Steve and Herobrine 2: Trapped in Five Nights with Herobrine

CHAPTER 11: GETTING STUFFED IN A HEROBRINE SUIT (NIGHT 5)

===Cake Family, Same Time===

~~~Herobrine's P.o.V.~~~

I was crying in that hallway, when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I looked up, and saw Zombrine.

"Hey, Brine... Why are you crying?", he asked me.

I couldn't speak now. I kept my mouth shut.

He knelt, and hugged me.

"Come on, and we will clean the place up.", he said, pulling me up.

I went with him.

===Dining Area, Few Moments Later===

"Shh, Brine... You and your husband will also get together."

Hero was hugging me, and I was crying on his chest.

"Why'd he be jealous at us? We're animatronics, I mean...", Chicken said.
"He-he's really-*sniff*-like that...", I cried.
"Oh... Shh...", PigZombie shushed.

We did a group hug. I closed my eyes, and let myself plunge to the dark world of sleep.

===Few Hours Later===

We just finished one party and we were resting. After cleaning up, I sat on the Back Stage, crying.

Endy came in, and rested his metallic arm on my shoulders.

"What's the problem, Brine?", he asked.

I coughed, and looked up at him.

"My-my husband-*sniff*-just snapped on-on me...", I cried.
"May I ask you why?", he asked timidly.

I sighed, and looked at him.

"He-he asked me to-to go home with him... But I said no... Because-*sniff*-I was worried that he will be-will be in danger...", I cried.

Endy nodded.

"And-and he became jealous... He thought that-that I had a-a relationship with anyone in here...", I cried again.

I heared the endoskeleton sigh.

"Quiet now... He will also understand...", he said, hugging me.

Then, I saw the left-over pizza since last night.

"I just want to be alone now... With some pizza...", I mumbled, as I approached the box, and sat beside it.

I took a slice off it, and ate, thinking about my husband...

===Few More Hours Later, 10:47 P.M., Back Stage===

I just woke up from a deep slumber.

I yawned and stretched my arms.

Then, I summoned the virtual screen.

There, I saw Steve, splayed out on his bed, fast asleep.

"Um... Steve..?", I slowly said, careful not to call him 'Hon'.

He groaned, and turned on the bed. He sat up, and stretched, yawning.

"What!?", he growled.
"Are you still... Angry at me?", I asked.

He sighed on the other side.

"A bit!", he growled, as he went downstairs to gargle.
"I'm really sorry, Steve... But... I couldn't get out of this place so easily...", I explained.
"Shut up, Herobrine... I don't want to hear your stupid alibis!", he hissed.

I whimpered at his words, and tears flowed from my cheeks.

"I'm really, very sorry...", I cried.
"I told you to SHUT UP!!!", he angrily yelled in my mind.