its SEQUEL TIME BAYBE

yeah, the title's a pun, dont (a) me

"You vile, wretched cur!" Heather screamed at her opponent, sword at her side at the ready. "You shall curse the day upon which you were brought into this world!" She swung her sword, and her enemy shattered before her eyes.

"Have you been reading my classic literature again?" Heather swiveled around to see Herobrine in the doorway, arms crossed. "And stop breaking my pots."

"Aw." Her arms dropped to her sides. "But Steve won't let me spar with him anymore!"

"You ruined a perfectly good enchanted bow!" The miner shouted from another hallway.

"I said I was sorry!"

"I don't know why I let you two have free rein of the manor." Herobrine rolled his eyes, turning around to leave.

"I'm the queen, dipstick! It's not like you could stop me!" He ignored her, and she stuck out her tongue at him before turning back to the shattered pot on the floor in front of her. She debated trying to clean it up for a moment, but decided one of the mobs would deal with it and walked off, long dress swirling around her ankles as she walked.

Originally brought to this world as a pawn in an attempt to satiate the rebelling mobs, by now Heather had fully settled into her role as queen of the Nether. Playing the part got considerably easier when she found herself in love with the king, her husband, Herobrine, and helped save him from several threats to his hardcore existence.

While her relationship with him had started out… fairly rocky, it had all ended up well in the end. Not to mention the other allies and friends the two of them had picked up along the way, Manfred, an Enderman, and Steve, who Herobrine once described as "the closest thing he had to an annoying older brother", which Heather found amusing to no end.

After several failed assassination plots on the parts of your enemies, she and her family had moved into the fortress in which they currently resided, which was slightly worse for wear after creeper damage but strong regardless. The mobs, most of which worked for Herobrine, still had a portion which was determined to defeat him and occasionally had to be crushed. Hence, the fortress.

Now, things were pretty peaceful. Except for the occasional mob attack, Heather hung out with her family and the mobs and wandered around the world. Herobrine wasn't always available to explore with her, but Steve and Manfred were always happy to show her around the infinite Overworld. Life got a bit boring sometimes, but overall it was fun and stress-free.

Swinging her sword around boredly, Heather passed by Steve and Manfred, who were playing a game of checkers. As she glanced over, Manfred took four of Steve's pieces, prompting a groan from the miner.

"I swear, Notch hid some dirty little tricks inside those brains of yours." He complained. Manfred just shrugged.

".nrut ruoY" While Heather still wasn't quite fluent in Enderman, she could pick up a few words here and there. Miserably, Steve jumped a single piece.

"King me?"

Grinning at their antics, Heather kept going. She passed by a group of pigmen, one of whom grunted to her in acknowledgement as she passed by, and she nodded to him. Her presence was respected by the mobs, and even those not under Herobrine's command acknowledged her as a threat.

It was good to be queen.

Strolling out onto a balcony, Heather leaned on the railing and gazed over the Nether landscape. A ghast floated by, emitting mournful sounds that echoed off the high arches of the netherrack-enclosed cavern. It was almost pretty, now that she'd gotten used to it. She still couldn't survive without sunlight, being a normal human, but the soft, reddish glow of the Nether came in as a close second.

"Heather!" She turned at the voice to see Steve coming up beside her. "Wanna play a game of checkers? It gets old having to lose to Manfred every single time."

"That's why I don't play with you, Steve!" She stuck her tongue out at him before turning back to the scenery.

"Aw, c'mon, I'll play you left-handed." He teased, resting an arm on her head. She glared up at him until he removed it.

"Don't get coal dust all over my hair, it's a pain to wash in the Nether."

"Sorry, sorry." He raised his hands in a submissive gesture. "Actually, on that note, I was planning to hunt down an ocean monument soon. Do you want to come?"

"Sure. How soon?"

"Maybe tomorrow."

"Cool, I'll clear it with Herobrine." Heather rested both forearms on the railing and let out a sigh.

"I'll never understand how you can be so content in this Realm." Steve remarked. "So hot, no night and day…"

"Well, you were built to live in the Overworld, I suppose."

"So was Herobrine."

"He's changed a lot from his original purpose." She pointed out. "More obviously in some ways than others, but still."

"Yeah, I guess." Neither of them spoke for a moment, and Heather watched as lava flowed lazily down a mountainside. "Heather?"

"Hm?"

"What's…" His voice was bewildered, and the queen turned to investigate. "What is this?" Tiny, red particles were floating around him, dancing in the air like sparks. Heather looked up to meet his eyes, but in that instant, he vanished into thin air. She blinked.

"Steve?" No response. She glanced around, scanning the Nether for any sign of him. Nothing. Whirling around, she turned on your heel and ran back into the fortress, yelling at the top of her lungs,

"HEROBRINE!"

yay

~FFF