~Herobrine's POV~

"She won't come out!" Herobrine yelled.

Herobrine paced around.

"I'm going to have to do it aren't I? I'm going to have to show her Steve." Herobrine hissed Steve's name in disgust.

~Your POV~

You scrambled under your bed as you did when Herobrine first kidnapped you. You had looked into your drawers for your normal clothes but only found your pants and a large, cyan shirt that Herobrine more than likely had given to you.

You were actually happy for this shirt because it was so big you could fit all of your arms and legs in the shirt. All Herobrine would be able to see if he came into your room would be a huge, cyan colored lump under your bed.

Herobrine did come into your room. But your heard an extra set of footsteps with Herobrine's loud ones.

"Come out (y.n)! I know you're there!" Herobrine called.

"No!" you screamed.

Herobrine pulled you out from under the bed.

"I have a visitor for you." Herobrine said while you pulled your head into your new shirt, "Stop being so difficult!"

Herobrine yanked your head out of the shirt and held your arms to your side. You gave up struggling and looked at where Herobrine wanted you to look. The "visitor" was Steve! He was alive!

"S-Steve?!" you asked in surprise.

"Yeah, it's me..." Steve himself didn't seem too happy.

"So (y.n), Steve has something to say to you." Herobrine said, glaring at Steve, although you couldn't see.

"I actually tried to keep you away from Herobrine.... " Steve said, even more unhappier.

You turned to Herobrine and he quickly wiped off a smug look that appeared on his face.

"Is this true?" you asked.

"Yes. It is. I know I should've told you sooner, but I know you would have ran off and Steve would have trapped you." Herobrine said with a seemingly forced serious expression.

Now this didn't make sense. The murderous villan is actually nicer than the actually nice person? Herobrine finally let you go and you walked over to Steve, much to Herobrine's displeasure. Steve whispered in your ear.

"Herobrine has to recharge power at midnight. He can't hear or see, let alone move, so once it's midnight, come over to my house and I'll tell you everything." he whispered.

"Fine by me." you whispered back.