The gods weakness (Herobrine x Steve)
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Last published Thu, Apr 21, 2022
If you find someone unconscious and wounded, you help them, that's a sure thing.. every human would do that, right?
Helping someone can't be a mistake, saving a life can't be wrong... but the world will always try to prove you otherwise.
"saving me was a mistake." the stranger growled as he regained consciousness.
"everyone would save anothers life, it's simple moral" Steve smiled on the sudden words of the person he saved. He got a bit closer to see the persons face.
"you are wrong. If you knew who I am , you wouldn't have saved me." the person laying on the sofa said and opened their eyes, just staring at the ceiling and revealing who he was.
"You are-" the injured person teleported away
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