===Few Hours Later, 9:30 P.M., Cake Family===

~~~Herobrine's P.o.V.~~~

I woke up, after the whole day of being the 'waiter' in this place.

I was locked in the Back Stage, with this shitty, deactivated Endoskeleton, and the treasury of heads on the shelves.

I sighed, as I summoned a virtual screen to wake Steve up.

As I summoned it, I saw Steve, splayed out on the bed, snoring loudly.

I giggled, and contacted him.

"Hey, Mr. Sleepyhead... Wake up.", I laughed in my mind.

The reason why I can watch over Steve was that little doll that I left with him.

(A/N: Remember the part where Steve was blinded by a bright light, a week after Herobrine died, back in the book 'I am Yours, Master'? There was a plushie, that looked exactly like him, wearing the same dress. That was the doll I am saying. Quite like Notch using the Foxy plushie to watch Herobrine all those years.)

I saw him turn, scratching his head and lying on his stomach.

"Steve, wake up!", I groaned.
"Okay, okay!", he sleepily groaned, as I saw him sit up, and go downstairs.

I watched him as he took a coffee break.

"How are you there?", he asked.
"Here... Locked in this room full of shitstuff.", I said.

"It's just half past nine, why did you wake me up?", he asked.
"So that we can talk for a while.", I said.

He stopped.

"How sweet.", he said, laughing on the other side.
"Of course, Hon... I'm worried about you...", I said.

Just then, the door busted open.

"Steve, I will chat you later... The animatronics were here...", I said, as I saw the Herobrine animatronic.

The virtual screen disappeared.

"Oh, Impostor... How are you?", he sneered, his deep voice resonating thoroughout the room.
"I'm not an Impostor.", I frowned.
"Yes you are.", he hissed, his eyes narrowing.
"I'm the original Herobrine, you Replica!", I growled back, my eyes glowing brighter.

He rolled his eyes.

"Stop this nonsense, you Impostor!", he growled.
"Okay, Replica!", I scowled, rolling my eyes.
"You had to clean up...", he said.
"Okay, fine, Mr. Replica...", I sneered, as I went to the Dining Area.

There, I saw the Zombie Pigman. He smiled at me, waving his blocky hand.

"Are you the 'Herobrine' our boss is saying?", he asked.
"Yeah...", I frowned.
"Well, I do know where you came from...", he said.

"Do you believe that I was the original Herobrine?", I asked him.
"Yes, I was aware that you're from Minecraft.", he smiled.
"And... That you are the original Herobrine... That this Game World was created as a fangame of yours.", he added.

"How come you know about these things?", I asked.
"When I was created... I mean... We were created, I saw a Breach Portal to the Main Game Portal... And I strayed to Minecraft... And I have heared your name there...", he said.
"You still remember how to go back? Where is the Breach Portal?", I asked again, in hopes of finding for a way out.

He sighed, bowing his head. Then, he looked up at me, his single, black-and-white eye glaring at me.

"That Portal is already destroyed... You can only go back if you are able to finish the 4/20 Mode of this game.", he said.

I nodded.

Then, I saw Herobrine...

"I told you to clean, not to chat, Impostor!", he hissed.
"I'm cleaning while chatting, Mr. Replica!", I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

He, then walked away.

"Yeah, Herobrine's really like that... So bossy, and had a very short temper...", the Pigman said, looking at the walking animatronic.

He looked at me.

"Well, before anything else, my name is PigZombie.", he said, smiling, reaching out his hand. I shook his hand, smiling.

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After cleaning, I went off to the Back Stage. There, I saw Herobrine.

"Done?", he asked, raising his brow.
"Done...", I said.

I noticed that he was fixing his right arm, wires splaying out from the shoulder area. He let out a low growl of irritation.

"This arm isn't working anymore!", he groaned, throwing the arm away.

I winced, seeing his right arm missing.

"Maybe I could help...", I offered.

He glared at me.

"You're not a technician, idiot.", he hissed.
"You say no, but I can fix you.", I frowned, taking the arm from the floor.

He growled, his eyes narrowing.

"I will just have you to lay down on the floor...", I said.

He snickered.

"No. Why would I?", he sneered.
"You want to be fixed, or I will throw this arm to your face?", I hissed.
"I want to be fixed, but not by an impostor.", he growled.

I rolled my eyes.

"*sigh*Okay, fine. But if you got water in your wires, that's not my fault.", I hissed, as I turned my back from him.

Then, it rained heavily.

"Ah, life really sucks...", he hissed, as the roof started to leak.

Then, a drop of water wet his exposed wires, making him malfunction, and fall to the ground.

Then, water dripped to him.

"Now what?", I smirked.
"Fine! You better fix me now!", he gave in.

I snickered, as I pulled him, and fixed his wires.

In no time, his arm was okay, and he can move normally.

He bowed his head, probably in guilt and shame.

"Th-thank you...", he shyly said, shuffling his feet easily.

I smiled.

"It's okay, Hero.", I said.

He looked up at me, his eyes wide.

"What did you... Call me?", he asked.
"Hero.", I answered.

He sighed, looking down.

"That's what my Dad calls me... Before I... Before I die...", he sadly said.
"You're a ghost?", I asked.
"Y-yeah... Kinda...", he said.

Then, he hugged me, much to my surprise.

"Hey, it's okay...", I said, as I tapped his back.

Then, he let go, looking at the clock.

"It was already half past eleven... I need to go... Do not go out, nor show up to us. We don't know what we can do to you...", he said, as he walked away.

Then, I summoned the screen.

"Steve, are you there?", I asked.
"I'm in the office.", he said.
"Be ready, they are going to be restless.", I said, as I hid myself to the corner.

I saw him nod.

"I'm ready.", he said.