Twisted (Yandere?Herobrine X Reader)

Part 9: A Desire For Pain

(Me when writing this book: I have UNLIMITED POWAH! I can do whatever the FRICK I want because I've already destroyed the shackles of expectations and now, am, FREE! MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
Me when writing other books: oh no what if I made him/her sound a little too mean in this chapter? 😖 Don't wanna make my characters look bad in front of everyone... Slskcbejhfwjfnsjnd!)

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You were laying on a bed of clouds... Wait, hold up. Sum'tn ain't right. You sat up quickly, groaning when doing so brought a mild headache to your still healing skull.

"Finally...you're asleep." You heard a feminine voice wisp. Wait, that was YOUR VOICE!!

"Huh!?" You turned your head quickly, one good eye peering up at the graceful figure standing about a couple feet away from you. She had on a mild, quaint smile. It infuriated you when you remembered this meant you were talking to THE Herobrine! "Wh!!" Struggling onto your feet, you tried to stand. You kept slipping on the clouds, your feet sinking through them a smidge like fine sand. You heard your own voice giggling cutely, which only brought a scowl to your face, increasing your desire to stand properly and not look like a fool! "Wh-where the heck am I?!" You at last stood on two legs, facing away from the other though, so you had to slowly shuffle in a careful circle until you again saw your own eyes. Finally, your body's mouth opened.

"You're dreaming, (Y/n). I kept just enough of my power so that I could reach you... Did you really think you could get away from me that easily?~" This was followed by her giggling again. It was still a strange thought imagining a grown a## man puppeteering your feminine form and playing along so fittingly. Her outfit was very girly, you noticed. Loose strawberry pink crop-top, exposed bellybutton, and bell-bottom cute jean shorts, all meant to accentuate your very curvy and desirable body. You despised seeing yourself in such an outfit. Hurt to imagine Herobrine of all people picking such a thing out and dressing himself all up in it. Herobrine could feel the anger emitting from of your body and smirked. "Like my outfit?" She asked carelessly, showing off by doing a little twirl over the clouds. You just growled a response.

"What the frick do you want?" Your deep voice grumbled. Your old body's eyes softened. Looking a little more apologetic now, Herobrine somehow stepped over the clouds towards you, making it look so easy.

"Oh... My poor, poor (Y/n)... Where are you now? I bet you're frightened.." You suddenly felt nails trail up your right arm, making you shiver. You flinched your arm away, but that act along nearly sent you off balance, tumbling again into the cloudy ground. You caught yourself just in time, but that same gentle touch was there again, this time resting on your shoulder. "You look like you've been hurt... Have my men been treating you well..?" She asked, referring to your few remaining and fading injuries. The most prominent one was your left eye, which after all these days, was finally growing back in. It was almost back to normal, save for a few remaining scarring points and an orb which simply wasn't glowing yet. You froze, feeling another hand rest on your left shoulder now. In slow circles, they started rubbing your tight muscle. You were afraid to pull away and risk falling over again.

"Th-th-they... Most of them were killed by Steve.."

"They were??" More amused than anything else. Her attention remained focused on your shoulders, which slowly crawled closer and closer to your neck, still massaging the muscles expertly. A shockwave of unwanted tingles rushed through your body at once. Your feet attempted to shuffle away, but the clouds you noticed had been slowly consuming your feet. Now they were trapped, you standing near eye level with your real body! "Hm... Steve, that naughty rascal.." The way she worded that and spoke it made you cringe, remembering everything Steve had told you about their past together. "Hmhm.. Well, I hope he has been treating you decently?" Your old body's (e/c) eyes clicked up again to peer into yours. Her hands slowly massaged some of the muscles at the base of your neck. More tingles and shivers, though you desperately tried to hide them. She still noticed and chuckled faintly.