Flattery REBOOT (Herobrine x Reader)

Part 2: Two Strangers

The two of you walked along the sidewalk quietly, side by side. You still limped slightly over the concrete, still wearing the old boot.

"You...ever going to change into your new shoes..?" Hands clasped behind his back, Steve asked as he leaned forward slightly, looking over at you. You shook your head. "Hhhh, alright, give them to me." You quickly passed them back to him, hoping he would take them back to the store and ask for a refund. However, he didn't do that. Instead, he knelt down and tapped your bare right heel. You lifted your foot. Steve then slid the right shoe onto it and tied the laces. You cringed internally the entire time. Those shoes were too perfect to be on your feet... "And the other one." Tapping your left shoe. You rose that one. Steve pulled the boot off of your foot, revealing all of the gross mud and swampy plants still living there. After brushing your sock off a little, the blue eyed man slid on the left shoe as well and tied it snugly on. "There." He sighed at last, pleased to see the new shoes on your dirty feet. You remained silent. "Ohh, come on! I know you like them!" Looking up into your eyes. Your mind was swirling with so many hateful thoughts towards yourself you might be sick. You simply didn't deserve them! The annoyance Steve had been politely hiding all afternoon finally shown through a sigh. "Hhhh, (Y/n)... Why are you like this..?" Now the empty streets were dark. Only faint light poking out from the occasional windows lit the place just enough to see.

A pause.

A small sob finally jolted your body, followed by a pathetic little gasp. Your eyes finally leaked the water they had been holding back all day. "Woah, woah, what's wrong??"

"I don't deserve this!" You cried. You dropped to the ground, head hurrying deep in your arms. It was a pathetic reason to cry. You knew it was... That's why you hated yourself even more...

"Oh my..." Steve gasped in front of you, standing on both of his knees. Your breathing hitched when two strong arms wrapped around your trembling form. Your body stiffened immediately.

...You hadn't felt another's embrace in over 10 years...

Your sobbing was cut terribly short, too awkward to even process emotions. Steve noticed it wasn't helping after a while and so let go. "Just tell me where your house is... I'll take you there." The man spoke softly.

"Th-th-wh?"

"Just point." A tired hand lifted, pointing in the general direction behind Steve. "..Alrighty then."

"Yip!" You gasped and squeaked again when you were suddenly lifted off of the concrete floor. "N-n-n-n-!"

"You are in no condition to walk... Please. It'll be quick." The man said as he situated you in his arms. You were stiff as a brick, making it not all too fun for the young man to carry you. You pointed again in the general direction of your house and he followed. Your other elbow dug into the man's chest as you were carried, all so you wouldn't have to awkwardly lean into it. Though Steve did seem to mind, he pushed past the pain for the time being. You pointed him all the way to the house, winding along streets and down gravel roads. Hidden by a small forest was the house. Steve stared up at it a little in shock. "Heh. And I thought you were poor..." He smiled. Your eyes were drooping. No longer was your elbow digging into him, but it had given up a few minutes ago. You laid your head half asleep against the man's shoulder, still smelling the mud and dirty lake water on him. Your eyes tiredly fluttered open when you were brought under the faint light from within the large, old house. It stood entwined with the shrubs and trees like an old, haunted hag.

"How can I ever repay you...?" You asked softly. A small part of you started to dread how Mrs. Pott would react to you having been gone for so long. Steve only stared down at you contently.