Twisted (Yandere?Herobrine X Reader)

Part 3: The Creep

"Daang! These injuries of yours are healing fast, man! I might just be able to kick you out by tomorrow at this rate!" You joked, returning to your bucket to retrieve the newly cleaned rag from it. Herobrine's jaw clenched as you began to rub away the blood. He knew your joke wasn't entirely false.

When you were done with that, you finally unwrapped the bloodiest spot of them all, recoiling when you saw fresh blood oozing from under the pulled bandages. Herobrine hissed in pain when he too saw the mess. Your stitching job from last night was poorly done. Didn't help that his skin and muscle underneath was just terrible scratch after terrible scratch, like claws or teeth of a vicious beast had decided that was the perfect place to gnaw at for a solid minute or so! Not even a flake of skin remained!

"I might...need to take you to the doctor for this..." You whispered, knowing how impossible that would be! His name was already the stuff of legends, legends which you hadn't even heard about until he started stalking you a while back.

"No-no! I'll be fine!" He assured.

"Then I need to pull out the stitches and redo them this time. They're a MESS!" You said.

"...Alright." Lowering his head, Herobrine accepted the inevitable.

"Okay then.. We can do this outside. There will be more light for me...and more distractions for you." You decided. Herobrine nodded and hobbled after you outside. The two of you sat down on the same stump you had eaten at only a week ago. Now, the earth gave grace to the wounded one by not sending even a gentle breeze his way. It was a beautiful day, so the breeze wasn't needed. You washed all the supplies you would need, filling the bucket with clean water, before starting the process of sewing together his arm all over again.

Herobrine was quiet as you stitched up his arm, eyes lazily watching the chickens roam around the yard. You had less stress over you this time, and so could carefully sew up the shoulder, viewing it instead as a torn up garment. You swapped between stitching and cleaning the wound for some time, a process you began to wonder would ever end.

As this process was turning out to be a really long one, you took the time to press for answers as to HOW he got so injured. His story was simple: he was walking through this forest with some of his monsters around, when suddenly they decided to rebel against him, nearly taking his life. You had a hard time imagining a few small monsters nearly killing this man, who could so easily fly and teleport things, but perhaps he was referring to a LOT of monsters. Hmmm... What if he was on his way to KILL you...but then his men decided they didn't WANT to, so he came to you for HELP instead?!... As interesting as that idea was, it just didn't make sense. Herobrine was oddly compliant and willing to play by your rules ever since he arrived. Not only was that abnormal for him, but that was also abnormal for anyone who supposedly wanted to kill you.

The sun was beginning to set when you finally finished. Herobrine was more or less leaning against you now, half asleep. When you finished, you sighed in relief, seeing that all of those black threads, now woven together neatly, were now what covered his shoulder like skin. It was a delicate but impressively detailed job. Herobrine was too tired to marvel at it with you, his head draping over your shoulder like a tired puppy. Oh wait... You groaned under your breath once you realized what he was doing. Slapping the side of his face, you woke him up quickly.

"Morning, Sunshine." You growled. Herobrine's head flung up, his body tearing from yours.

"I.. I..." He then looked down at his shoulder, eyes widening at the sight of it. "HOW ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE ALL OF THIS OUT?!" He began to panic. You...hadn't really thought that far ahead.

"Uhh.. Wait for the skin to grow back." Herobrine did what would be rolling his eyes if he had pupils. But, he didn't have much else he could say or do about it, since the stitching had already been done. You washed his shoulder one last time before wrapping it finally. When that was done, you helped the man back to the couch and made yourself and him some dinner. Finally, you two sat on the couch with the soup you made in silence, just staring at the fire together. It was dark outside.