Thump, thump, thump–

"Hisssss!" BOOM!

Crack!

... ha... ha... ahh...

CRRRRACCCK!

THUD

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Staring down at the unmoving figure, the entity tilts his head, considering.

Up above the spitting of spiders, hisses of creepers, groans of zombies, and clacking of skeletons was heard, echoing in the vast cave system; they got louder, closer, to the new opening, peering down at the weekened human laying unconscious. Easy prey.

Not today.

The glitch in reality bent his knees, picking you up. Limp in his arms, he adjusted your form, staring down with bright white eyes. Idly, he thumbed away a drop of blood from beneath your nose.

And then he was gone, taking you with him.

...

Empty potions of healing littered the bedside table as Herobrine peered down at you, arms crossed. He'd made you drink a good half a dozen before he felt comfortable in your chances of survival. He watched with rapt attention as you healed steadily, bruises fading, cuts sealing, broken bones fixing.

Right before it healed, he leaned down, licking your split lip.

Divine. He thought, tongue burnt by your flavour. A sweetness he would not soon forget.

For how long he stood there, he didn't know. Only that by the time you began to stir, the sun had risen high into the sky. Herobrine watched, arms crossed, standing vigil by your bed.

"You took a hard fall." He speaks, watching you awaken. "You nearly died. If I hadn't been there..." He doesn't need to say the rest. It's obvious what would've happened. And he prevented it. For some reason.

In all his years, the dark god had never once saved a human. But... you were different.