Twisted (Yandere?Herobrine X Reader)

Part 5: Imprisoned In Another

(If you haven't guessed by now...this isn't a normal xReader.)

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Mushing over damp leaves came the sound of two shoes covering hardened feet. A man crept up to the still cottage, noticing how deathly quiet it was. It was only early, early morning, so he had no expectations to find anyone awake... but at the very least he expected to see a soft glow from inside, or the hints of someone working on little projects here and there. But, instead, he found none. Only a desolate little stone cottage slowly being consumed by the two trees on either side of it. The man's head tilted slightly. He had passed by this place several times before and never was it this poorly kept! The front door was cracked open, clothing once left out to dry still hanging there damp after a good night's storm.

A shimmer caught the corner of his eye. Stolen from his gaze at the ghostly structure, the stranger turned his head to have a better look at the faint light being reflected from the early rising sun. Curiously, he stepped a little closer. He knelt down next to a large old stump and stretched his hand out to pet through the grass. His rough fingers grazed over something smooth and metallic, partially burried now in stirred up soil and quickly growing grass. The man plucked the item from the ground, examining it closer as he stood once again.

...Strange.

It was a fork. Though a little rusty, was shining still as if brand-new. The elaborate detailing he felt under his hands told the man that this was no ordinary fork either. In fact...

He stumbled, heart suddenly pounding in his chest. He dropped the piece of silverware upon recognizing the distinguishable design. One hand clasped over his mouth while the other gripped at his own throat, legs trembling under him. "N-n-nhoo.."

Two determined blue eyes settled on the structure. With haste, he ran to the door, pushed through the already cracked open passage and searched the small building for the home's owner. To his surprise, he saw no signs of a struggle. That did not ease the urgency in his breaths.

"H- h- hello!?" The man called. "(Y/n), was it?" He prayed to dear Notch he would hear some kind of a response! Anything, really! Even a shrill cry for help would be better than the haunting silence he was receiving! Finally, the man barged back through the front door, glaring at the sky. "You monster; you took her!! Not her to-o! Notch-dang-it!!" The man's voice was so feeble; so easily broken under such immense pressure. Already hot tears had begun to swell in his eyes.

He feared the worst. He feared you had been taken to suffer a fate worse than death...

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Your head had a mild ache as it slowly re entered into the present, a soft groan slipping from you. -You froze. ...It sounded like a man was not far away...possibly even Herobrine..

Breathing completely put on hold, you began to slowly shift your head around. For the longest time it had laid half face-planted on the bed, so you could feel the imprint of the fabric now a part of your skin. It didn't take you long to notice things were a little off about you. Even as your eyes widened fully in search for the man who had made the sound, you saw no one. All you saw was the memory now so vaguely remembered...like it was from some nearly forgotten dream. You decided to remember it as such...the faint memory being traumatizing at best.

What immediately caught your attention was the lack of...how should I word this..? ...pressure..on your chest. In fact, it felt almost completely flat! After noticing that, you began to clench your fingers, wiggle your feet, and breathe a little deeper... Your hands felt bigger and tougher. Your feet felt more distant from your body than normal. And your lungs seemed to fill with twice as much air with half the effort, as if your lungs were bigger too! These realizations then lead to you noticing the short brown hanging over your eyes. It...you......what?