CAPTURE - Herobrine x Reader x Steve

4 - H 3 R 0 B R 1 N 3

I shot awake from my dark, void of a dream.
Steve was shaking me awake with a wide smile on his face, urging me to wake up and go mining with him. I groaned in annoyance, but got up and ran my fingers through my now even more knotted hair. I smiled and cleared my throat as he grabbed my wrist and handed me my pickaxe. I scoffed at the condition of it, the gold chisel of the pickaxe was wearing away, and likely wouldn’t last me very long. I shrugged and swung it onto my shoulder, following Steve out of the house and walking with him to the small cave-tunnel that we were about to explore. “Y/N, you have a torch, I’m going to go down the left tunnel, you go down the right one alright?” I nodded as he handed me a torch, not even wishing me goodbye, and rushed down the tunnel, disappearing into the darkness.

I took in a breath before beginning my journey down the tunnel, placing my torch against a chunk of stone before raising my pickaxe over my head and with a loud grunt, smashed it into the ore in front of me. A small chunk of raw iron fell at my feet, and I quickly scooped it up and placed it into the leather pouch I kept for loot. Sighing at the sight that the ore only carried one piece of iron, I picked up my torch again, grumbling to myself before traveling deeper into the tunnel.

I kept walking, waving my torch left and right, getting more irritated at the lack of ore that surrounded the walls of the tunnel. I felt my ears pop, as the stone tunnel began to slowly change into a tunnel of deepslate, meaning I was getting deeper and deeper below surface level. I felt my heart begin to race, the lingering sounds of zombies and spiders in the black distance ahead of me was making me anxious. 

As expected (but not so expected.), a rotted, hideous face of a zombie approached from the dark void, grumbling and growling at me. I cried in surprise, once again lifting my pickaxe and swinging it into the zombie’s head, killing it on instant. It’s body slumped to the deepslate and dripstone floor, and I caught my breath before clearing my throat and continuing further.

I jumped a little in surprise and excitement when I saw that oh-so-sweet glistening clearish blue color in the light of my torch. I quickly ran over to the ore, placing my torch down again, and quickly mining the hunk of diamond out of the ore. I happily stuffed it into my bag, noticing there was more than one chunk ready for the taking. I smiled, and swung my pickaxe again. This time, my gold pickaxe gave its last swing, as the chisel snapped and clanged against the ground. I sighed in defeat, picking up the last chunk of diamond and placed it into my pouch. I figured a little more exploration should be fine, as I hadn’t seen or heard any more mobs since the last zombie. A few feet into walking, I felt all of the sounds and smells around me freeze. The atmosphere silenced, and the only thing I heard was the crackling of the flame in front of me. Gold glistened in the light of my torch, the rotten egg-like scent of the burning netherrack in the middle of that oh-so-familiar build.

I know that statue. I’d know that statue anywhere.
But no you didn’t, Y/N, you can’t recall. You don’t remember his name, do you?
You don’t remember this statue.
You don’t remember the color of his eyes.

I racked my brain in panic. Where had I seen that statue? Why can’t I remember why it’s so dangerous? Why is there cobblestone everywhere? Cobblestone means this was man-made. Why is this dangerous?

I was frozen in my place, unable to comprehend what was so bad. Why my heart was racing, why this was so dangerous for me to simply be standing here like this. And that’s when he emerged from around the corner of that damp, mossy cobblestone wall. His hand reached out and gripped the corner, his long talon-like nails softly dug into the grooves of the cobblestone. And he peeked his body out from around the corner. Once again, I met those eyes.

The glowing, white eyes that blinded me just by gazing at them. He grinned suddenly, his fangs at full view- an amused expression. An expression you’d make if you were a lion hunting a caribou. This looked like my friend. He looked so much like that warm, loving man I’d come to grow and survive with. But so uninviting. So scary, so menacing. Steven would never look at me like that, he would never look at me like a caribou. If anything he’d look at me as just as much of a lion as he would be.

So who was this. And why had he had the audacity to look so much like my friend?
Why was I a caribou? And as prey does from predator, I ran.

Tripping on my own feet as I backed away, not able to take my eyes off his as he sighed- that grin still not leaving his strangely handsome familiar face, he slowly approached me from around the corner. I scrambled back to my feet, still not able to find the strength to scream. I ran. As fast as I’d ever ran before.

I was running as fast as I could, so why? Why did he keep appearing closer and closer and closer behind me?

Something grabbed my arm harshly, and I crashed to the wet, deepslate floor. I cried in shock and tried to scramble to my feet again, but a muscular arm slammed into the deepslate below me, the other muscular arm used it’s hand to grip my throat. I was able to go nowhere. I couldn’t move. I was trapped under this man’s grasp- this man who oh so looked like my closest friend.

“There you are, Y/N~ Hello my love~” My eyes remained wide, unable to blink in fear and confusion, as his lips captured mine in a hungry, passionate type of kiss, I blacked out.