Twisted (Yandere?Herobrine X Reader)

Part 11: Terrible Nightmare

In this, you wondered if this was it. Were you doomed to this man and his terrible, twisted ways?! Was there nothing else in life you could look forward to!?! Scariest of all... How long would it take before he taught you to enjoy it, too..?

You cried as the man's coppery blood filled your mouth. There was no amount of massaging or kissing or even gentle whispering he could do help you... For it was made official. You were a slave to this man's whims and as such you no longer had a life of your own to live. ...No. No amount of pleasure would be enough to fill the void now left in your heart.

Broken... Unloved... Worthless... Selfish... And above all else, a slave to your own fear... You prayed this nightmare would end soon.

And then it did. As suddenly as your dream had begun...it ended. By some miracle...it ended.

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Your entire body convulsed, mild jabbing pain deep within your chest. Bright eyes flashing open, you began to panic when you saw red. Your teeth were dug deep into your own arm --now Herobrine's original body again. There were several other deep bite marks like it along your right forearm. Blood leaked onto your face, dark red liquid mixing with the shimmering white tears which drenched your cheeks. Too afraid to let go of your own arm just yet, muffled sobs instead had to fight their way out through the tightened sides of your mouth. Another brief pain in your chest was felt. Your whole body was pulled up a little bit as Steve yanked his diamond blade from your chest. The man stood over you with widened eyes, panting heavily as his blue orbs meandered about your shivering form.

At last exhaling words, "Sorry, slapping you wasn't doing anything... Herobrine...again..?" You stared him in for a brief moment. Then, your mouth opened as a terrible, heart wrenching shout pried your teeth from your own flesh. Your right arm dropped, tearing up the grass it landed on. Your knees bent and straightened again and again, grinding through even more dark green grass. The atmosphere; everything, changed so quickly! Now you were laying down flat on your back in the clearing of a large forest, a campfire warmly glowing to your left. You continued to sob and cry, feeling so helpless and alone..unsure of what could possibly be done. Even out of the dream, your very soul itself felt trapped --caged like a small animal.

Steve, seeing the genuine anguish you were in, knelt down quickly, tossed his sword to the side, and reached out to scoop you into a hug. "Gh- get away from me!!" You whimpered, pushing yourself back with both hands and feet. You knew it wasn't Herobrine...but he just looked so similar. The other followed you with his eyes, a hurt expression on his face. He knew how that felt... Not a good sign.

"What happened??" Steve attempted to ask softly, but the urgency in his voice countered what was supposed to sound calm and sweet. Your eyes flickered open and closed, heaving chest now held up by your palms. Blood still flooded from your arm and coated your face. You weren't quite sure if you even could answer that!

"Ih- umh- ..hhe-he..." Your expression tightened. More tears and short sobs fought free from your trembling body. "Huh-hê-hu-hee-he w-was o-o-o-on top of me! A-and his knee was-- and my shirt was u-up!.. A-and i-it got worse until I- I bit him like he-he wanted!" Steve's eyes just widened. "We-we-we were both in our or-original bodies, too!"

"Dang..." The other man fell back, plopping onto his bum to sit facing you. His eyes then wandered toward the grass. You slowly started to calm down after a time filled with silence. The calming, consistent crackling of the small fire helped to soothe you, along with the gentle breeze against your back. You still felt a little shaken. In a way, that dream felt realer than real life! Especially since you were in this darned body which was so bad at feeling anything right! Plucking at the grass beside him, Steve's mouth finally opened to form words. "I...remember when he used to do that kind of stuff to me.. except it was a little different, of course..." He started. "Conditioning... That's..why I went limp without even thinking about it a few nights ago, if you remember.... That b###### wants to do the same to you it seems.." His words didn't help you in the slightest. You had wondered if that's what he was doing in the dream...but now..you knew.