After a brief moment of doing nothing but studying your opponent -- the dark brown hair that falls into his face just above the eyebrows, the dark teal shirt, some sort of dark purple, almost black in a way, pants, dark grey shoes, somewhat of a built stature -- you take in it all as you try to think of the best possible way to make it out of here alive.. with.. your revenge of course. The realization that your chance has finally come after all these years forces a smirk onto your face.
"What? Angry I made a child brave enough to scream your name, did I hurt your precious feewings, awww, did I make you angwy?" You mock; both hating your decision to play bold and loving it at the same time.
"You can play those games all you want on others, but they don't work on me. I know what a terrified person looks like, even one who hides it decently well." The man says solidly, the faintest hint of a smirk rising on his lips. Your heart drops as your mind races for something else. Herobrine slowly takes a few steps forward, looking deep into your eyes as if reading into your very soul. You don't want him to make the first move. That is how people get killed. Too fast for anyone to be able to predict, you make your move; attacking with a stiff roundhouse kick. Right before impact with his ribs, the man's hand lifts in record timing with ease that makes it look like he isn't even trying, and catches your foor. With a simple twist of his wrist you spin to the floor with a painful plop. A foot is gently set on your hand as you hurry to get up, easily keeping you there.
A sudden feeling of helplessness sets in as you desperately spin around on the floor to both release your hand and hopefully trip the guy over as well. Your hand is freed, but Herobrine doesn't budge. Quickly, you stand to your feet so that you are right behind him. He doesn't have time to turn around. With the rock-like punch that has beaten many others his size, your fist rushes to make a dent in his back. The punch has no effect, except a very slight waver as Herobrine is pushed only half a pixel forward. He just begins to look over his shoulder at you and you punch continuously, not taking any breather breaks.
"Ahh, that's the spot. Mm, maybe a little higher up if you will." The Nether King teases. You just can't believe it! You punch his back one hast time, your strongest one yet. It only forces him forward enough so that he needs to shift his ballance. Herobrine turns around with a goofy smirk. "Honestly, (Y/n), I thought you wanted to kill me; not give me a massage." You grunt in anger and give him a solid punch to the face. That moves him a little more, but that was only a distraction for what is really gunna hurt.
You spring a front snap-kick before you, right between his legs, and watch as his expression shifts immediately. You jump back and take that moment to look for a weapon as Herobrine crouches down, recovering from that special attack. You somewhat laugh internally it yourself as you rush to the kitchen and pull out a nice kitchen knife. When you turn around, however, Herobrine is gone. Slowly, you step out of the kitchen area, looking around your entrance space where you were sure he just was.
"Heh, nice try." His voice echoes in your ears. It sounds like it is coming from all angles so you fall into a defensive stance and hold the knife firmly in your dominant hand. "Puny mortal.. You thought you could kill me. You thought you were strong enough. All your life you have been building up to this moment. With every breath you take you believe you can take me on.. Well, it is time you finally learn the trught." Suddenly, Herobrine reappears behind you, snaking his arm around your neck before you even know he is there. He holds you in a tight choke hold and lifts you off your feet. You struggle, trying to reach his body with your knife. Your own legs kick at his but they do nothing. "...The truth is.. that no matter how much you force yourself to get stronger, braver, faster, you will, never, be good enough to beat me." Herobrine whispers, adding to the fear already building up. Only three seconds remaining. Your arms rise to pull away at the arm around your neck. Your other arm, the one holding the knife, is held in place by some invisible force you fear is Herobrine's power. Your free hand slams down on his arm just enough for his grip to loosen a little, but the arm being your neck squeezes harder, making you gag. Your head starts to feel lite, and your vision darkens. Little speckles start darting around the room. Zero seconds left.. You lose conciousness, falling limp in the grasp of your enemy. You, never, thought that this was how it all ends...
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Gasping, you wake up. You can't see a thing as you jump up with your conciousness, but you know you are not where you last were. You are sitting on what feels like a plank of wood with a single mat on it. Nothing covers your body except for a thin wool blanket. It takes your eyes a while to adjust, but eventually you are able to see the basic outline of a room around you. A shiver runs through you as you realize how cold it is. The air around you smells old and damp. You smell wet stone around you, which must be what makes up the walls, floor, and sciling. There is no sound of dripping water, but that would be fitting for the enviroment around you.
"Awake, I see." You jump as the farmiliar voice shoots across the room into your ear, almost sounding annoyed. Two glowing eyes pierce the darkness and make you flinch at the sight of them.
"Wh- where you watching me sleep?!" You ask, covering yourself with more of the blanket, feeling somewhat violated.
"No.. I was watching your dreams." He answered bluntly. You aren't sure if that is any better.
"..But, I wasn't dreaming anything." You say.
"You may not remember it now, but you humans always dream. I find watching them entertaining since I only dream on rare occasions like when a message is trying to reach me." He answers he just as plainly.
"Why are you all of a sudden, so, chill?" You ask with very little context.
"Was I not chill before?" He asks.
"I guess maybe- ..Waaaait, where the heck am I anyway?! Why did you take me?! Where-?!"
"-All things will be explained in time. First. I am getting bored just sitting here.. Come on. Herobrine then stands to his feet from the opposite corner of the room and walks over to a vague outline of a door. He then looks at you as if waiting for you to stand as well. You pout, sitting with your arms crossed as you sit solid in your bed.
"Pff! I'm not following you!" You say spitefully. You know better than listen to your enemy, even if it kills you!
"Alright. I was just going to give you a little job to do in order to earn back your freedom, but I guess you could just starve here instead, if you really want." He shrugs it off as if your death is nothing but an inconvenience for him. Herobrine begins to leave through a dark door.
"W- wait- starve!?" You freak out, jumping out of "bed," only to get your legs tangled in the blanket and for you to fall forward into your stomach, scraping your chin while you're at it. You quickly push yourself up and run to the door, but by the time you reach it Herobrine is already on the other side, locking the door behind him. You bang on the door furiously. To your touch, it feels like it might be made of compact obsidian. Not even a diamond pickaxe could break through that door! "Herobrine!! Let me out!!" You shout. There is no response. You bang on the door a bit more, scan the room for any windows or small holes, check the walls for any weak points -- there are none. You don't find any way of escaping. Reluctantly, you sit back down on the plank of wood, which is being held up by a couple chains attached to the wall, and wait. For how long, you do not know...