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Steve was in his house, eating and talking to Creeper as usual. He was eating his favorite meal, Fish and Mutton, he loves how they taste together. "Master," Creeper looked down into the furnace to see lots of mutton in it. "Why do you eat so much of this? It can't be that good!-" He looked back at Steve. Steve chewed his fish and sat up to get more, "It IS that good, Creeper. Its the best thing I've ever eaten! My favorite meal." He bit down onto the big fish he had cooked beforehand, making a mess.
Creeper was just watching his Master eat his food sloppily whilst making a huge greasy mess on the floor, then looked at his stomach. "Have you noticed that you've gained lots of weight? Actually, its highly noticeable." Creeper giggled. Steve disregarded Creeper's question and sarcasm and continued to eat. He just likes to eat. He eats the same meal daily, and thinks no one can stop him. He also eats bacon strips every once in a while, but Mutton and Fish is his go to meal everyday.
"Master? Do you ever think about Herobrine once in a while? We haven't seen him in months since what happened back in the Nether." Creeper asked, which made Steve almost spit out his mouthful of food. He had just realized he hasn't seen Briney in months. He wanted them to leave so he could fight on his own. What made him want to do something so stupid like that? Though he has been living in the Nether almost his entire life; but he was trapped in chains. "Herobrine?" Steve muttered. "Him? He said he'd be okay by himself for a while. I totally forgot about him for a while. He's fine, trust me." He tapped his foot on the dark oak floor. Steve couldn't admit that he really missed Herobrine. Ever since he specifically said he likes girls back on the Strider ride. No one could find out. Not even Herobrine himself. Not at all. "He can deal with all that evil scary Nether stuff by himself, like he said." He swallowed his food and sat on his bed. He stopped talking for a bit, and Creeper seeing this, has went outside where Charles was.
"Herobrine," Steve thought, "Where could you be right now. I do miss you. I didn't forget you."
Steve was left contemplating on his bed as the sun set. Thoughts like this could leave him up all night if he didn't stop. He would think about the time Herobrine wanted to "kiss" Steve, but he always doubt it. Now he really doesn't, maybe. The way Herobrine would talk to Steve back then would leave him having weird feelings which he couldn't seem to understand clearly, not even a grasp of the concept of that feeling. It was a mixed feeling. Like awkward and maybe even flustered. Steve just didn't know. He doesn't think he'd be able to describe such emotions at all until he finally gets to see Herobrine some day. Because it doesn't seem real. He'll just have to find out for himself if its real or not.
"I think I should go to bed for now. Too much thoughts."
He locked the front and back door, put on his shorts and kept the regular blue shirt on and quickly got into bed; attempting to block out the Herobrine thoughts. Which was almost always a failed attempt. Steve shut his eyes hard, squeezing them close and held on to the extra pillow until he fell asleep. He's an excellent sleeper. Sometimes he never wants to wake back up.