Twisted (Yandere?Herobrine X Reader)

Part 8: Loving Double

You did what most would call...a bit strange.

You waited for your captor to wake patiently and continued to walk with him on foot this time through the forest. When Steve asked why, you answered that you would at least stick around until he was feeling better. That...and you were so terribly lost, you were willing to follow someone with the intent to torment you out of the thick of it. Maybe soon enough you would come across a town with a decent map? Either way, Steve was cautious as always seeing you standing on your two feet.

By the time a few days later had passed, your arm had grown back fresh and new, without a scratch on your skin. You assumed that was why your body had so few scars compared to Steve despite its previous host's danger seeking tendencies. He must have simply been obliterated too many times to even keep all of those scars!

          SSSHHHHHHH

The distant roaring of water snatched your ears. You had been out in the wilderness for about a week and a half now! Blood still plagued your shirt and now long shorts, since the ends of your pants had been chopped off with your lower legs. So your eyes wandered in the direction of water with a faint smile pressed to your lips.

"Hey... Hey! Where are you going?!" Steve snapped your way as he watched you slip between a few bushes to escape him. "COME BACK HERE!" Steve began to panic after you left his line of sight, swiping wildly at ferns as he followed behind your trail. When he at last hit a clearing, Steve frantically stopped himself. Loose pebbles rolled under his scurrying feet, falling down, down, down down... and landing finally in a massive pit of blue below. The man's eyes were widened with shock, huffing buckets of air as his arms latched onto the few vines which had saved him.

"I'd watch out if I were you!!" His blue eyes snapped some to the side at the sight of you. You were sat in the shallow water below. "Broke my legs falling in!" You added. Steve released a mix between a huff and a sigh. Ohh, what was he going to do with you now..? "It's okay, though! I can still stand!" You proved your point by shoving yourself onto your feet, though your long limbs were wobbly and made terrible grinding noises with every small shift of your weight. You held up a thumb reassuringly to Steve and moseyed over to the decently sized waterfall streaming into the pit. Eventually, not seeing an easy way in nor a reason why, Steve sat himself on some strong roots of a nearby tree and just watched you boredly with one elbow resting on a knee and his chin resting on that same arm's fist.

"Be out soon!!" Steve hollered after a little, noticing you were taking your sweet sweet time rubbing yourself down, exploring the different muscles about this new body. You enjoyed pretending to clean your chest the most. Eventually, your hands started gliding around your muscular legs, stopping somewhere between your upper-most thighs.

"D###!" Steve turned his head away with mild disgust.

"What the heck are you doing, Hero?!" He asked.

"Oh! Sorry. Never been a man before." You chuckled up at him, hoping the poor clone hadn't just been scarred further.

"You know what?- Just...nevermind. Forget I asked." Then Steve turned his body halfway from you, only checking in once, immediately regretting it when he saw you feeling your own bunions with widened eyes. "Hurry up!!" Steve moreso ordered this time. He knew Herobrine was beyond strange, but this somewhat perverted behavior was new.

When you felt you had finally rubbed enough blood out of your clothes so that they were no longer crusty and chaffy, you stood directly under the power of the waterfall for a moment, like some bizarre massage enjoying it as water beat down on your every muscle, weakening the already broken legs beneath you. After that satisfying conclusion to your bathing, you climbed out of the pit via a thin, steep, natural pathway. You shook your head wildly like a wet dog once out, huffing and puffing but also smiling as Steve arrived beside you.