Twisted (Yandere?Herobrine X Reader)

Part 7: Rotting Limbs

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"Psst, Hero.. Wake up, buddy." You felt someone tapping your face, half slapping you repeatedly. Your eyes squinted open finally, groaning when you were met with bright sunshine pouring on your face. "Se-see? Heh, he's not dead!" Steve chuckled, talking to another.

"Huh... Where...am I?" Your head lifted groggily, sighting two blurry figures standing in front of you. Your voice sounded mangled and ill prepared, though surprisingly worked.

"AAA! The corpse speaks!" A big bearded man with a gruff voice leapt away!

"Again, he's not..dead. Just..uhh... A bit mangled. Now can I be allowed in? He needs medical attention." Steve lied the last part, just wanting a good reason to enter somewhere. Strangely enough, you could breathe, and even speak again! Your healing powers must have kicked in after you fainted..

"No way! Nuh-uh! I've seen your kind enter this place far too many times!. Let me guess... You were asked to bring 'im in alive but hated having to deal with his griping so much..? Nah, bounty hunters are discouraged from entering this town. Brings in far too much crime. Now scat! Let the poor fellow bleed out in peace!" Steve huffed, grabbing the handles of the wheelbarrow and pushing you away from the large gates. A stone wall protected the small town inside. All around it, a dense forest sprung. Steve pushed you down a dirt trail, huffing still in annoyance.

"Notch-darn-it... Can't a man get any sleep around here?" You groaned his way for no reason other than to remind him to count his blessings. At least he didn't have to wake up seeing his own heart still pulsating on his lap! "What are you moaning about?" Steve griped at the sorry pile of flesh he was hauling around. You just blinked slowly at him. Was he...serious?

You assumed you had been on the trail for quite some time now. A couple days maybe judging by how tired and cranky Steve was. As the sun set, the man set up a simple fire and sat at it alone. You stared at him from in the wheelbarrow, having nothing better to do.

"What?" Steve griped again, his mouth half full with jerky. It smelled nice. You wanted some... Too bad your organs sitting out in plain sight probably weren't prepared enough to digest anything. You had no real hunger pains, anyways. "Hhh, alright. You're starting to scare me with that stare. So best stop before I cut your other eye out, too." You whimpered, quickly falling back. Steve stood and broke off a small piece of jerky. He placed it on your bloody lap and stepped away. You picked it up with your shaking left arm, fingers hardly able to hold the little piece of meat right. Slowly, you lifted the piece to your mouth and licked it. You were content with doing that. As Steve sat back down, huffing, staring around the dark forest and listening to the scurrying critters, you delighted yourself in tasting the savory bit of meat.

"Mmmm. What seasons did you use for this? It tastes really good." You complimented. Steve turned his head over his shoulder, one brow raising your way.

"...I....made it.."

"Wow! You know, you could probably sell this stuff!"

"Uhm... Okay..." The blue eyed man turned back to face the fire. He poked at the flames a little.

"Oh-" Your fragile grip clumsily dropped the piece of meat. It dropped between a couple of your ribs and into the darkness below. "Uhhh... That might be a problem.."

"What?" Agitated.

"I dropped it... It fell into..um..me."

"Hhhh...." Steve sighed in annoyance. Then, to your surprise, a laugh broke from his mouth. "Hah! That coming from the man who literally ripped his own arm off, and then proceeded to saute and season and then EAT it right in front of me, just to prove a point that he could grow it back?! Oh, give it a break! Just fish it out if you really want it!" You dry heaved after hearing that.