The Daughter of Herobrine |REMAKE|

Chapter 7: Escape

They sat down and held a normal conversation for a while. But it felt like minutes compared to how long it actually was.

It felt like they had barely sat down before they heard some nearby crashing and screaming.

Herobrine's window memory popped up in his head as he turned to look at Splinter.

"Uh oh." They both said un unison.

They wasted no time in standing up and hustling back to the room they had put Allison in. They heard the door slam open as they turned the corner.

Their eyes fell on her.

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She woke up with a small jolt. Letting out a little groan as she sat up, she rubbed her eyes with her knuckles. She yawned before scanning her eyes around the room.

"Where... am I?" Allison murmured to herself, still fatigued by sleep.

She threw the blanket off of her as she stood up, noticing the lack of her green boots on her feet. She raised an eyebrow at her socks, as if asking them where her shoes went.

Where are my... her thoughts paused as she looked to the side of the bed and saw what she was looking for. Oh.

She sat down on the bed next to them, picking one up and slipping it on before moving on to the next. She let out another yawn before standing up again. She stretched her wings before she turned to look at the rest of the room she couldn't see.

Allison saw a dark dresser with a small frame on top. Curious, she walked over to the wooden structure to look at the picture.

Huh?

It was her. Or, well, it was her when she was younger. What? Why would he have a picture of me? What's going on?

She picked it up to hold it closer to her face. Her younger self was sitting equally on two laps, and with a smile, was stretching her hands out to the camera that took the photo. She looked like she wanted to play with it.

Huh, I thought a camera was a toy... Allison mused at the thought. She turned it over, and there was a year written on the back.

2005.

Since she was born in 2004, that meant she was at least one year old when the photo was taken. She thought for a moment longer, before putting the frame back on its spot on the dresser.

She turned to face the rest of the room, taking a few steps. In front of her was a colorful rug with a few toys laying around. Against the opposite wall of the room was what looked like a toy box; there were probably more toys in there. And to the right of the rug and box, there was a dark glass windo-

Allison felt a pulse and she suddenly stumbled back, letting out a little yell as she crashed into the wall. Her right wing smashed against the dresser, making a lot of noise.

She shut her eyes as she concentrated on her breathing. She kept her wings spread, her stance wide, and her hands pressed against the wall. When she got it under control, she opened her eyes again a moment later.