Wooo

School...here I come....aaand am sick so I'm REALLY looking forward to it haha

This semester's gonna be wild, I can only pray that I'll be able to update through it lol.

Enjoy :D

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RECAP

"People are weird...naming a supposedly dangerous Nether-demon 'Brine-Hero'."

Steve snorted, "No, you brickhead...it was Herobrine...they called him Herobrine."

Both men turned at the sound of a small gasp. The being, now hugging a squirming End-creature close, was staring openly at them, lips parted slightly.

How...that sound...he'd heard those sounds before, hurled after him as he fled towns...

But now the elder was speaking quietly again, soothing, and the being heard the same noises now addressed to him. They were softer, lilting...comforting.

Wait...sounds made at him... Just like the noises they made at each other to get their attention? A string of sounds, put together uniquely that identified them...

The being's eyes were wide as he listened to the elder speak, smiling, repeating the sounds again.

"Hero...brine. Is that your name lil guy? You recognize it? It's a neat name...and you've been our hero more than once...kinda suits you."

Steve shifted, sitting up slightly, smile softening at how attentive the being looked, "Yeah...I think he recognizes it... I guess it's settled."

Jake nodded, mumbling around a mouthful of bread, "Hfeerow-brijin."

"Your pronunciation is downright terrible."

"Shuff up."

"Hush, such language is not suitable in front of a child."

"Hee'f not a chfild."

"He is now."

END RECAP

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Our Turn to Help

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The days and weeks of winter passed swiftly as Jake and Steve continued to rest and heal. Snow melted, became frozen patches of slush, dirtied with animal tracks and mud. The days outside were still often bitingly cold...but at least a little hope was given to the occupants of the cabin. Spring was arriving, and with it, less dangers and more opportunities to begin surviving on their own again.

As Jake and Steven became capable of walking on their own again, check their traps, and fetch food from Jake's shed, their little caretaker began staying outside more and more.

Instead, he watched them yet again from their windows, often bringing with him a rabbit or so from Jake's traps.

The two men invited him inside whenever they found the chance, though the being, now dubbed 'Herobrine' by the two, was still horribly shy, only entering for a brief second to place his gifts down, before vanishing again. He did, however, stay longer when food was involved.

And so, the days turned into routine. Steven was now able to walk about a little more on his own, use his arm without pain, and could laugh without feeling his ribs ache. Jake could already march about, the arrow wound in his leg becoming a faded, puckered dot the size of his thumb's tip, one on either side of his thigh. Thankfully, it no longer ached when he began climbing the mountains again, searching for caves and such to begin his summer mining routine.

Along with being a hunter, Jake made extra money on the side with raw ores he could find on his home mountain. It was also an excuse to repair his own tools, instead of buying more from the town.

Besides, with Steve staying with him for much longer than usual...he'd have even more help purifying and molding any ores he managed to find in the mountain.

However...one such mining trip would capsize their now-peaceful lives yet again.

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"Oi, Steven!"

The door banged open before Jake had even finished his shout, startling Steve, and the poor End-creature. The creature, head now reaching almost to Jake's hip, hissed and scrambled under Jake's bed, glowering. Steve, on the other hand, promptly dropped an iron bar on his foot.

"Good flipping Notch, Jake!! That hurt!!"

The hunter ducked as Steven mimed hurling the iron bar at him, "Sorry!! Sorry, hey listen, listen though—"

"Notch's beard ow, my foot..."

"I'm sorry, really, I just found something really neat that I thought you'd really like—"

Steven's glare made Jake's next words a bit stuttered, but he blustered on, "listen, I-I found an old mineshaft under the house! I-it's all old and creepy but looks as sturdy as ever...I'm thinkin' it was from eighty-something years ago, when the town was first founded!"

"Old mines are dangerous, Jake." Steve grumbled, picking up the iron bar and shuffling over to drop it on one of Jake's furnaces. The blond winced at the loud clang!

"L-look, you wouldn't know if you didn't check it out huh? C'mon...it's been ages since I've gone exploring like that in a real mine, we might even find something cool, some sort of artifact o-or gold or—"

"Or bones." Steve lifted a brow at him.

"Oh, come on...stop being such an old geezer and have a little fun!"

Steve eyed Jake, glancing over when he noticed a movement near the window above Jake's bed.

The little being was there, Hero-brine, watching them curiously, head tilted, thick cloak hugging his thin shoulders.

"You hear this punk? The gall, calling me a geezer and then thinking I won't toss him off a cliff." Steve chuckled, gesturing at Jake.

"Hey, don't talk crass about me to the guy who can make things vanish into thin air." Jake grumbled, pushing the door shut with a huff.

Steve rolled his eyes, smiling at Herobrine's baffled expression, "Fine...Jake. If I didn't break my foot, we'll check it out later—only!" He added before Jake could celebrate, "...only if I get sixty percent of any diamonds we might find."

"You thief."

"No diamonds, no tour."

"Okay, fine, deal...robber."

"Hm?"

"...respectable miner man, sir."

"Good Jake, now get me that hammer, would you?"

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"Whoa..."

The single word echoed and bounced off cold, dark stone, the walls carrying the sound deep into the long-unexplored passageways, down deep, deep into the earth.

Steve and Jake, each holding aloft a fresh torch, stood before a narrow, leaning opening of the abandoned mine the latter had discovered earlier. The opening was not unlike the throat of a predator, yawning, with broken bits of stone and wood almost seeming to become teeth, the farther back they went. Wind brushed coldly over the hunter and explorer, making their torches flicker ominously.

"This looks inviting." Steve muttered, suddenly having an urge to close up the opening for good.

The opening was, as Jake had said, nearly right below his house. How he'd not discovered it after his years of living there, Steven couldn't figure out. The only access, a narrow and treacherous path, was, indeed, rather hidden, but not nearly concealed enough to warrant it staying a secret this long. The entrance went straight back into the mountain, the mouth of which opened to a small platform, where Steven could just make out the remnants of disassembled minecart tracks. The tracks lead...off to their left, straight down. Perhaps there was once some sort of wooden support construction to help the minecarts descend the mountain...

"C'mon Steve, think adventure. It'll just be for a short time, we don't even have to go that far back...I'm just curious!"

Jake's voice matched his actions, as he was already poking his blond head into the dark opening, waving his torch about.

"Ain't that dee—oh wait, a corridor branches off over there."

The hunter's voice echoed back eerily, becoming warped and ghostly as Steve neared.

"Alright...but no farther back than I say, and we're leaving a trail of torches. As soon as I say to head back, we head back, and I'm testing those supports the whole way, no buts." Steven gestured to the weathered, leaning supports surrounding the mine entrance, noting that, while old, they seemed strong still.

"Deal."

Steven nodded, taking a breath and slipping into the cool, pressing darkness of the mine and immediately setting a torch down. He took a deep breath, letting it out again.

"Iron mine." He finally decided, digging in his pack for another torch.

"You can decipher that from the smell?" Jake ducked in just beside Steven, jumping when his voice echoed loudly back.

"Hush, and yes, it's a very distinctive smell."

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The humans had gone into that dark, scary place...but why? They could not see well in the dark, the being had witnessed it when someone accidentally blew out one of the only candles in the house. The men had stumbled around like blinded, newborn foals. It had made the being smile before, still a new experience, but why were they now going into such a dark place...willingly?

Before they'd gone, they'd showed him with smiles and hand motions that they were...used to it? Perhaps they had done this before when the being had not found their dwelling yet.

But, knowing these two...it would be a good idea to stay nearby. He didn't like to let them out of his sight...but if they were comfortable in that tight, dark space with thousands of tons of rock above them, waiting to crumble—

...he should probably stay outside...his fear could jump out again, could cause more problems, and hurt them.

So, with a tiny sigh, the being sat himself down beside the dark opening, hearing the echoing voices of the two humans fading each second as they ventured down.

Closing his eyes, the being tuned his ears to their every noise and sound, even the feel of their boots against the earth. Though they were out of sight...

...he would still be able to see them.

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"Hey look, iron vein."

"Neat...wait, don't take it from that wall. See the gravel packed just above it? One disturbance could bury us in seconds."

"Right...noted."

It hadn't even been an hour, and the two men had already found, and mined, several good bits of iron ore. Jake had even found a tiny nugget of gold as well and kept patting the pocket it was in to make sure he didn't drop it.

They were deep in the bowels of the mine now, turning down only the paths Steve deemed safe, and leaving a torch wherever they could. The cold became more and more like a thick, smothering blanket, wrapping around them, seeping into their clothing slowly. The air became heavier, almost hard to breathe, compressed in thousands of tons of stone and rock and ice. The only noises soon became the pair's panting breaths, a grunt or so of surprise, and the scraping, dragging sounds of their boots on the hard, cold stone ground.

The occasional whisper of falling gravel would often make Steven stop Jake, looking around warily before he allowed the younger to go further. He knew of the dangers of old mines...but this one, so far, had seemed to withstand the test of time well enough. Dark oak really was a sturdy support material...

As they turned down yet another, narrower, passage, Steve was about to suggest turning back, having only three torches left in his pack. However, a gasp from Jake distracted him.

"Steve, look!"

"Shush, your voice could—"

"Diamonds!"

The word made Steven stop in his tracks, turning to look where Jake had pointed.

Down a narrow, slightly twisting, passage, the light of their torches glinted off something...blue. Clear, crystalline blue, winking and enticing them over.

"Holdup...let me test the walls."

With careful footwork, Steven maneuvered around an eager Jake, easing himself down the passage, testing the walls with gentle taps, close inspections. No cracks...no loose gravel...no broken beams...

"...alright, come forward carefully. This place looks alright to dig..."

Jake was beside him in an instant, pick already at the ready, "This is so lucky, we'll be able to buy a whole slew of things with this."

He ran his gloved hand over the hard, cold substance, brushing away dust from the surface, revealing a rather thick vein of solid diamond.

"Diamond in an iron mine...strange."

"Well...there's some coal nearby, the mine might have been used to extract coal as well..."

With an eager nod, Jake carefully raised his pickax, lining it up with the rock encasing the precious stones...

...and just before he swung, Steven's torch illuminated a deep, thick crack about the width of two of his fingers...running directly overhead.

"Jake, wait—!"

Crack!

Jake flinched back at the shout, glancing at Steven with wide eyes, then at Steven's gloved hand, which now gripped the handle of his pick.

"What?"

"It's..." Steven heaved a shaky sigh, looking around for any signs of collapse warily, "...there's a crack above you, it might not be good t' mine h—"

An impossibly loud rumbling drowned out any other words he might have said, as the ground began to move and heave under their feet.

Small stones, some as large as their hands began to fall from the ceiling. Steven could only yell, grabbing Jake's coat sleeve as he began to run towards the entrance, not looking back.

Right, left, left again, Steve ducked and dodged under falling gravel, cracking stone, splintering wood. Strings of expletives and swears left his mouth, mixed with pleading to any gods out there to get them both out alive. His vice-grip on Jake's sleeve didn't let up as he tugged his friend behind him at impossible speeds.

Behind him, he could hear Jake yelling in panic, coughing, and yelping as small stones rained down on the both of them, as dust rose and forced its way into their mouths and noses. Steven didn't slow, his mind focused only on getting to the Notch-darn entrance—

The rocks above them split, and time seemed to slow as thousands of tons of blackened stone began to free-fall right in front of them.

Steven was going too fast, he couldn't stop in time, couldn't change his course of direction, couldn't yell, couldn't cover Jake and protect him from at least a little pain—

A harsh, impossibly strong shove met Steven's upper back, along with Jake's. They were both sent almost flying forward, tripping and tumbling to the ground, gasping as their hands and faces met sharp stone and gravel.

However, their noises did nothing to cover up the sickening, roaring reports and cracks and thundering of the cavern closing behind them...

...and they most certainly did not cover the scream of the one who had pushed them.

"Herobrine!!"

The word was out of his mouth before he could even realize it. Steve whirled, scrambling up as overwhelming fear, guilt, terror washed over him.

Jake was up in an instant as well, still coughing, looking back.

The two froze at what they saw. Paying the dying rumble signaling the end of the collapse no heed, both simultaneously felt the breath leave their bodies at the sight.

There, before them, was the twitching, gasping form of their little savior. Buried up to his chest in stone, pinned against the ground with a horrible amount of weight, his face was twisted with agony, small gasps leaving him as the shaking ground finally stilled.

Only one thin arm was free, stretched out towards them, as though begging them to flee in case the whole mine collapsed.

"No...no no no NO!"

The shout made the being flinch, flickering eyes glancing up weakly as the larger human fell to his knees beside the pile trapping the being, ripping at it with his own hands, yelling and shouting in...anger?

The being shuddered, grasping weakly at the stone as he fought off the urge to sleep. Pain unlike any he'd felt before was racing up and down his form, fierce and unforgiving. At least he'd gotten them out of the way...they wouldn't have survived pain like this...

"Why?? Why didn't you teleport?? Anything?? Little guy, you shouldn't have to sacrifice yourself for my mistakes!!"

Steven's voice was breaking, shattering, just like his heart. He could barely register Jake beside him, jamming his pick between stones, struggling to lever them up a little.

"S-Steve, Steven, calm down, get your hand under here and f-free his leg—"

Without hesitation, Steve thrust his arm into the dangerous gap, one that could crush his entire arm if Jake released it.

"G-got his ankle I think, o-oh Notch it's all wet—"

"Get it out, hurry."

The being couldn't understand anymore, he could never understand, really. He could vaguely feel one of them beside him, reaching into the rocks...but he couldn't feel his own foot any longer.

Maybe this was how it ended...?

At least...at least he got to save them... He didn't kill someone in the end...he wasn't cruel...he wasn't...

Darkness enveloped him.

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"Jake, get me that cloth—"

"Here, and here's some water."

"Boil it, now."

Feverish could describe their movements, and desperate could define their tones. All through the night, once they'd moved the being's still form into Jake's bed, their care and repair didn't cease.

A broken, twisted leg, bleeding from the weight of the rocks, now braced and bathed and bandaged. A fractured hip, the bone peeking through the skin, now stitched, bound, washed and braced. A shattered forearm, once thought mangled, now bathed and dressed in soft whites, splinted and lain upon a little pillow.

"Wrap his poor head, I've got his ribs."

"A-are you sure you can—?"

"Shut up and do it."

The two had worked in tense silence with a few words as possible, all through the night. Each processed within their own heads the crushing weight of guilt... They had dragged down the most innocent into such foolish, needless, easily avoided agony.

Eventually, as Steve carefully, gently, pressed a rib back into place, binding his thin little torso in gauze, Jake spoke.

"...h-how 're we gonna...apologize? He...he can't even understand..."

Steve grimaced, sitting back after tucking away the end of the bandages, "I don't...I don't know. He likes food, he likes...warmth, security."

He huffed, "And by Notch, he's going to find it here, after what we did to him, d#mn it."

Jake sent him a look, lips pressed together as he sank to the floor beside their little patient, still sleeping, still breathing in little, short gasps.

"Language around the child...Steven."

A pained look crossed Steven's face as he leaned forward, face buried in his hands.

"We deserve t' burn in the Nether for this..."

"Steve...Steve, it's alright, he'll get better, I know it."

"And how exactly do you know this??" The elder snapped, turning on him suddenly, aggressively.

Reddened eyes stared into watery ones, and just as Steven was about to back down, apologize, Jake whispered, "Well...who would make such a strong little fella with a-a bunch of other powers...and not give him an ability to h-heal from great injuries as well?"

Blinking, Steve sat back, frowning a little as he processed Jake's theory.

"I... it makes sense..."

"...but w-we have to treat him like he's just as fragile as one of us, until he's completely well again and...if he hasn't left us before he's better..."

A small purr rose from the bed, making both Steve and Jake jump a bit, looking up hurriedly.

Both relaxed a fraction when they spotted the end-creature, curled into Herobrine's unwounded side, purring not unlike a cat by a fire.

"I'll beg him not to leave..." Jake murmured, "I'll teach him words, if only just to beg for his forgiveness, ask for him to stay..."

Steven nodded wearily, leaning his forehead on the bed, "Aye...I'll help you."

"I hope to Notch he'll understand...if only for that."

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It was dark...dark, but not cold.

Warmth surrounded his form, permeated it gently. He wasn't afraid...strangely enough. If anything, he was relaxed, calm, weightless.

...but the feeling of safety didn't last long.

How had he gotten here...?

The sudden burst of memory had him cringing away in this dark void. Buried, trapped, crushed by rocks...alone. He couldn't escape, couldn't flee—no, no this wasn't good, this wasn't good!

His eyes shot open, body jolting a bit as he gasped. Escape, he had to get away—!

Pain raced up his form, stilling his movements. A harsh, aching pain deep within his body, was he too late? Had he been trapped forever??

The sight of a wooden ceiling, lit with warm, flickering lantern light, greeted him.

Before the concerned face of one of the humans emerged over him, mouth moving a bit.

"...bud?"

He was close...too close, the being had to get away, so he could heal and not react and hurt them if he got too scared.

With a soft grunt, he tried to access energy to teleport away. However, to his great shock...he found he had no access to it, no strength to manipulate it any longer. What...what had happened??

A gentle, warm hand touched his unwounded arm, but the being still flinched, glancing up in fear.

He was met with the gentle smiles of both humans...though there was more to their faces than that of comfort. Guilt...he could see guilt on their faces. Strange...

The humans both spoke, one interrupting the other, thought the being couldn't understand much. He caught a few familiar sounds...but he could only gaze at them in confusion, still nervous. His attention drifted, however, when he became aware of a strange...tightness around his chest and limbs. He still ached horribly, but had they...tied him down??

Glancing downward, the being was relieved to see a lack of ropes. He was covered by a rusty, reddish blanket...oh. One of his arms was draped over his belly, wrapped in white and braced with a bit of slender wood. Just like when the larger human had broken his leg...they were caring for him as they did one of their own.

That...was very kind of them. If anything, he expected them to flee the tunnel and leave him to try and figure out how to escape...the weight of those rocks had been far too immense for humans to lift...right?

How had they managed it...?

A hand slipped behind his neck.

He jumped, glancing up with a small gasp. He calmed, however, when the larger human smiled at him from above, murmuring things softly. He was...helping the being sit up?

It was then that the being spotted the bowl of hot soup in his other hand. Food? Oh good...it had been too long since he'd had food, not that he could remember the last time he'd eaten.

The human fed him with slow, unhurried spoonfuls, ensuring the being wouldn't choke. Three bowls or so later, the soft pressure of sleep began to weigh on him. Thankfully, the human noticed and gently laid him down again, covering him with the warm blanket.

He slept again, dreamlessly.

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"Heyy! Hey, relax little guy...it's alright, please, please let us help."

Herobrine was again nervously struggling against Steven's hands, looking about in fear at the cabin. Jake was filling a tub with warm water, which the End-creature quickly hid from.

The two men had decided they needed to wash off the drying blood from the being's body, making sure his wounds wouldn't become infected. It had been at least a week since the mining accident, the time having mostly gone by with Herobrine sleeping through his injuries, waking only to be fed. The whole time, a fair amount of blood still covered his whole form...meaning the only way to get him fully clean was via a bath.

And...Herobrine didn't quite understand what was going on.

"Bud, listen, it's our turn to help, let us help. It won't hurt, I promise. I'm just getting your bandages off. It's the least we can do after everything you've done for us..."

Bit by bit, the being seemed to relax at Steven's words, allowing himself to be handled gently. Skilled, careful fingers removed his bandages, keeping his thin limbs supported in large hands. First his arm, then his chest and leg and head...his hip. Soon, his whole body was draped in Steve's arms, nervously trusting him, barely flinching when his shirt was removed.

Steve decided that it was probably better to leave his ragged pants in place. Jake had a spare pair...and the being would likely freak out less if he was left somewhat covered.

Murmuring, "Alright bud...stay still." Steve carefully rose, wincing at Herobrine's soft whimper, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, here..."

Two steps, and then he was lowering their patient into the water, hushing him quietly. When the water stopped at his neck, the being relaxed a little more, looking relieved that he wasn't going to be forced under. Steve's hands didn't move, keeping him upright and safe, while Jake began rubbing a soft, soapy cloth over his little body, making sure he avoided cuts and bruises.

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The gentle cleaning had the being tensing at first, then calming. He merely watched, curious, as the lighter-haired human rubbed a bar of soap over his cloth again, cleaning dried blood from his shoulder.

Huh...so this was how they stayed clean.

The cloth was wrung out, soaped, and gently run over his face, making the being's eyes squint a bit. This was...nice. He felt safe, warm...despite his bandages being off and his body almost completely uncovered. These humans didn't want to harm him, not at all, and he trusted their movements, oddly enough.

Perhaps it took getting hurt to trust a human...

The being was suddenly leaned back a bit, water tickling as it crawled higher up his head. His eyes widened a little, flicking to the larger human. The man only smiled, stopping when the being's hair was submerged.

Ah, cleaning hair...perhaps it would look a little better without any dirt in it...

The cleaning was over quickly enough. Soon, the being was lifted, wrapped in a blanket, and settled in the dark-haired human's lap before the fire. Gentle, soothing rubbing over his slender limbs and body had him again limp in the man's arms. His hair was dried, body still a bit damp, but warm.

Then, the younger human held up...clothes, after rummaging about in a box. A shirt a bit too large for him, and a pair of pants.

He paled a bit, grasping his blanket closer. Wait, did this mean he had to be undressed? He didn't know why the thought bothered him so much...after all, they had wanted nothing but good for him...

...but he didn't wish to be uncovered fully!

The larger human was speaking softly again, gently running a hand over the being's hair, a calming gesture. Wrapping the being up in the blanket again, the larger human showed how he would dress the being while keeping him covered.

Alright...then.

The man kept to his word, and the being was soon dressed fully again, limbs bandaged in clean wraps, splinted securely. He was still seated before the fire, tentatively accepting bites of bread the larger human fed him. It was warm, he felt so fresh and clean...and his pain was surprisingly dulled despite being moved.

This was...nice. Really nice...

Perhaps this was what it was like to be a human among humans...

...maybe they didn't mind his presence?

Chewing thoughtfully, the being peeked up at the human's face.

He looked calm, happy. Almost glad to be taking care of the being.

Odd...

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Steven noticed Herobrine looking up at him, and smiled, "Heya bud...feeling a little better?"

He couldn't help but swipe the little guy's hair out of his face gently, marveling at the softness. The little guy was so calm, trusting. He'd come a long way in just a few days...for that, Steve was grateful. He seemed to understand a bit more now as well, a quick little learner. Hopefully he and Jake wouldn't butcher the poor being's understanding of their language...

A quiet sigh emerged from his lap, making Steve jump, glance down. Ah...he was falling asleep, head nuzzling slightly against Steven's chest.

The movement made his heart ache. Setting the remainder of the bread aside, Steve used his now-free hand to card it through Herobrine's hair, feeling him shudder softly.

"Good Notch above, he acts so cute." Jake muttered from his place, leaning against a chest near the other side of the fireplace. He'd been claimed by the End-creature, who purred endlessly from his lap, a corner of Jake's shirt in its mouth.

Steven chuckled, "I can't help but agree with that... He's like a little kid, sometimes. I wonder how young he is..."

"Maybe we can learn more once we've taught him how to talk...?"

"If we can...we're no teachers."

"Tch, we can teach well enough...he's a bright little guy."

"Mm... I'm glad he found us, not someone else. Somehow, I can't stand the thought of someone else trying to take care of him." Steven murmured, gently bringing a thumb down Herobrine's cheek. The being stirred softly in response, mouth opening, closing, his eyes staying shut.

"True. We'd both probably be dead without him." Jake's smirk was wry.

"I'm doubly thankful then."

"He didn't know he got himself two more friends just by sleeping on some roof." Jake snorted, gaze again flitting to the flames.

"Seems like ages since that happened, hm? And weren't you the one to smack him with a snowball first?"

"It was an accidentttt..."

"You'll have to apologize for it once he can talk." Steve chuckled, sending Jake a mock glare.

"Aye...fine...I'll do that."

Jake grinned back, "...then we can have a snowball fight next winter."

"If he wants to."

"I'll ask nicely."

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Okay good hecking golly I hate mines.

I was literally writing about the mine entrance and I had to walk away for a bit jkhdfsj.

I'm sorryyyyy Brine, baby boy...but this was probably one of the only ways he'd begin to trust Steven and Jake fully aaghhh... He'll be okay, he will!!

Lol this was why I didn't cut the chapter off at the usual length, I HAD to make him at LEAST feel safe before I ended it!!!

Vote if you enjoyed!! I appreciate it :D