Twisted (Yandere?Herobrine X Reader)

Part 10: The God's Aching Heart

"Keep 'yer head low... Notch is your brother, after all... No doubt he would notice you at a glance." Steve spoke through the corner of his mouth as you stepped past him.

Your head turned back over your shoulder. "You too."

"Ohh, trust me. I'm used to being cursed with your face by now." Steve huffed, blue eyes wandering elsewhere around the massive room. The ceiling was black and low. Pillars jutted up like trees to prop up such a roof. The walls were either too far away to see or were made up of glass, because there appeared to be no end to this place!

"Hey, how do we know Notch is here anyways??" You spoke as quietly as possible in a loud place like this.

"I heard he has a very set schedule. Rarely does he live one day differently from the rest. I was told.. at least.. that he should be here around this time."

"But... Why here??" You weren't answered. Instead, you two stoically strode through all of the chaos, searching for the god in question. After what felt like an entire hour, you found him. I'm the middle of one of the many crowds, Notch sat down at one of the tables, throwing dice into a pile of cash and laughing his head off no matter if he won or lost it all.

The man in question was bald, lightly tanned skin and had a thick black beard. His outfit was very much the fancy kind, modern suit, though a bit ruffled and messed up. One woman in skimpy clothing sat on his left leg, his right hand doing all of the rolling, since the left was wrapped around her. He laughed and talked merrily to those around him barely more than one full sentence. The rest out would slide out in senseless mumbles without the speaker even noticing. Dark bottles of liquor and other forms of drugging were scattered about, testifying all the more that this man was likely high on several different things at once. You weren't sure whether to feel disgusted or sorry. It was obvious all the people were just playing friendly with the creator just to take advantage of his wealth and weak mentality.

Steve and you stood side by side stiffly, neither knowing how or when to pull Notch aside in order to talk with him.

"M, bru'drr... There's two of y' now... Heh-yipp!" The creator himself pointed you and Steve out, hiccuping at the end. He smiled at you two as if he knew you. But his reaction was so casual. Did he really not care his own brother was in front of him??

Steve elbowed you. "Just taken off the glasses. He already knows." You did so. After all, it was you two who were the armed ones in the room. Slowly, one after another there at the table too noticed, eyes widening slightly once they recognized your face. Steve kept his on, only then realizing being seen helping Herobrine wasn't exactly good for his already iffy reputation.

Notch, oddly enough, smiled a little wider when he saw your glowing eyes. "Aww, it had been so long since I seew your eyes.." His own plain black irises mused at your shining ones. You were a little frightened to speak. You had his attention now. All eyes were on you.

Suddenly turning to Steve, "C-can you speak for me?" Frantically, Steve shook his head. But then, after you silently pleaded some more, the shorter haired one sighed, nudging past you.

"Notch."

"Mm?"

"We- um. We-we would like to speak with you alone."

"HAH!" Notch slapped his empty knee. "I know I'm high, but that n-noesn't keep me from trustin' you!" He wheezed, top half curling forward.

Steve leaned over the table, placing both of his hands onto it to hold his weight. "We aren't here for any of that!" He stated. "We need your help!"

"I c'nn n't kill ye' if you remb'r; I've told you like... I-unno... eighteenth times!?" Notch shrugged very expressively for all to easily see. Then the woman sitting in his lap started to whisper into his ear, touching the bearded man's face delicately with a smile. He started mumbling back into her ear as Steve turned again to you.