*EDIT: WELP NVM THIS IS MY PLOT/STORY IDEA BOOK NOW HAHA, i think?
most of my works are character-ambigous so feel free to imagine any of your ships and OTPs while reading (* most are titled with Reader x F/C? near the earlier chapters of this)
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He skids to a stop, seeing the massive crowd that Steve and the one he was supposedly fighting had attracted. "Steve!" Hero screams, hoping to get his brother's attention and maybe smack some sense into the idiot. He makes his way through, bodies colliding and space just way too tight to move around in.
The brunet finally manages to get in front of the action just in time to see Steve's diamond pickaxe fly from his twin's hands and land in front of him with a thud.
"Ste-"
The man strikes Steve straight to the heart, blood splattering his chest. Red stained the once blue shirt and the only person Hero ever truly cared about falls to the ground with a painful thud.
Dull and glazed gray eyes gazed into wide and petrified blue.
(no non nonono non no, this wasn't happening, this wasn't happening, the two of you swore, Steve promised that he wouldn't ever leave without you, why did he break his promise, why did Steve let himself get killed-?)
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Steve is dead.
Hero doesn't notice anything else. All he could do was stare at the face (that's always been so startlingly like his own but there's always been a minute difference between the two of them that only he noticed) that he'd always had by his side, pale and bloody and lifeless and nOT ALIVE-
(Why did Steve have to leave-?)
"You..." Hero growls, coming closer to the man who had taken his brother's life. "You killed him!"
Hero can't quite remember what happens after that.
He remembers tackling the man to ground, fists flying. Then he gets pulled off the guy by one of the villagers, saying that "it wasn't worth it". He remembers shoving said villager and yelling, "Like the Nether it isn't!" He then pulls Steve's pickaxe from the ground and swears he'll get his revenge.
He flees the village, his need for vengeance clouding his mind.
---(0)---
Maybe he was going insane.
Maybe he wasn't.
Then again, no sane person would dare to seek out the mythical being that had come to gain the moniker of "Entity 303". Sightings had said that it was covered by a wispy white cloak, bright blood-red eyes becoming the last thing you'll see until it strikes.
But he needed to avenge Steve.
Hero stares at his reflection on his (Steve's) diamond pickaxe, the torch he just placed illuminating the dark cave.
The man would pay for killing his brother.
The sound of lava hissing and bubbling reached his ears, a few feet away from him. The torch's flame suddenly dies out, leaving him in the dark once more.
And...Steve would want that, wouldn't he?
(he wouldn't, a small part of him cries, sounding too much like Steve, he'd want you to move on, he'd want you to live your life, he wouldn't want this, wouldn't want you to sell your soul to vengeance, this isn't what he would want-)
Ghostly white flickers in his vision.
"Well, well, it's not often that I get visitors."
Bright red eyes light up the surroundings.
"What is it that you seek, mortal?"
Hero grins maniacally, his search not having been for nothing after all.
After all, revenge was a dish best served cold.
And he's bringing it to him tenfold.
---(0)---
yeah umm, i tried to stick to DarkDisco7-san's canon as much as possible DX sorry if it's horrible, i can always take it down if Dark-san wants me to
