A/N: Sorry for posting late guys. I went on a holiday with family so yeah. Anywho, all of this fight here is written by TBNRFish24. Make sure you support her. Enough of rambling let's get on to it.

{EDITED}

~~3rd P.O.V~~
Jerome growled, running towards Herobrine. The brine turned around to see the brown-haired boy running towards him, and, instinctively, he attempted to dodge. However, he wasn't quick enough. The diamond axe that Jerome had to wield cut deep into Herobrine's left arm, causing him to cry out in pain.

If only Sky and Elizabeth could see him now.

The youngest thought, angling another fireball. Shaking off the pain, Herobrine turned back to Lachlan punched him in the face, surprising the blonde. The hybrid, Herobrine, then faced Jerome once more and started taking stabs at the teenager with his glistening sword. Jerome faced him head on again, sword to axe. Lachlan, getting back up, picked up his dual swords, which he had dropped after he was punched. He ran towards Herobrine, who then summoned two swords, controlling them in midair. His eyes widening, Lachlan did his best to fend off the flying weapons. The sharp edges scraped him a few times, but Lachlan's reflexes were incredibly quick.

Mitch, letting his arrows fly, decided that he was changing his angle too much and wanted a higher one. He scanned the area for a high ledge and spotted a seemingly somehow still surprisingly super stable bookshelf, making his way over to it. Vikk, on the other hand, was having a bit of trouble getting involved in the battle. He kept looking this way and that, searching for an opening to help out his best friends without messing them up. Then, when he saw Herobrine push Jerome away, he immediately shot in and crushed Herobrine against the wall, but he was no match for the horrible hybrid, who simply pushed him away and shook it off afterwards. Rob ran in to help once more, this time as a human and wrapped a few thick vines around Herobrine to bind him. At this point, Mitch had climbed on top of the bookcase and had readied his arrows, so he did the natural thing that any enemy in battle or assassination would do, he shot at Herobrine.

Herobrine, hearing the twang of Mitch's bowstring, used his abnormal strength to rip the vines apart, the arrow just narrowly missing Lachlan's shoulder. Mitch sighed in annoyance and slight frustration as his arrow gave the floor a nice little visit. However, it was evident that Mitch's repetitive bow shots were clearly stressing out his feisty opponent. Herobrine triggered out of his mind, summoned lightning out of the sky upon them. Unfortunately, though most of them were able to evade the powerful attacks, Jerome just wasn't swift enough. The poor teenager cried out in pain and agony, but he still was able to stand once the immense amount of energy had left his strong body. Mitch's eyes widened as he watched his boyfriend pant heavily, so he made a very risky move as Herobrine threw an enchanted with Notch knows what diamond sword. The confident Canadian dove off the shelves while releasing another arrow. Preston took this opportunity to shoot a fireball at the arrow, lighting it on fire while keeping it on track. Herobrine tried to move out of the way, but the fire just barely grazed his left elbow. Lachlan, still fighting off the floating swords, threw a roundhouse kick, sending one of the two swords into the ground.

Vikk ran towards the brine hybrid with his diamond sword in hand. Herobrine, seeing the short boy, sent lightning soaring towards the fire-element boy, Preston, from his hand and flew out of the way. He, Herobrine, threw a sharp iron dagger at the small boy, who was too focused on stopping his run to move out of the way. Noticing that the shiny weapon was heading straight for his lover's chest, Lachlan abandoned his own fight and pushed Vikk out of the way, taking the hit in his lower leg, while Preston jumped out of the lightning bolt's path. Lachlan fell onto the ground with a groan, a spot on his jeans becoming a dark red. Jerome ran to cover the tall Aussie, while Vikk ran to him, Rob following in suit.

"Lachy!" Vikk shouted. Lachlan looked like his head was spinning, he tried to move his leg, but it appeared to hurt too much.

"Don't move Lachlan, this is gonna hurt for a second," Rob told his friend when he arrived. The brunette quickly pulled the dagger out of Lachlan's leg, causing said blonde to scream in pain.

"Why did you do that Lachy? I should have taken the blow." Vikk reasoned once Lachlan had calmed down. Tears were running down the cinnamon boy's face mercilessly. Smiling weakly, Lachlan raised his right hand to wipe away Vikk's tears while Rob healed the Aussie's leg.

"I don't want to lose you. It's unbearable. I'd rather injure myself to save you," Lachlan replied as Jerome blocked Herobrine's diamond sword with Betty. Vikk, still crying, leaned down to kiss his boyfriend, who softly reached up to caress his cheek.

"I love you Lachlan," Vikk whispered.

"I love you too sweetheart. I love you so much," Lachlan replied, his voice quite hoarse.

"Alright lovebirds, we got a problem to deal with!!" Mitch yelled.

"We know!!" Vikk shouted back. Preston gasped when he noticed that his eyes were glowing a bright shade of purple. The wind suddenly swept up into a storm as Vikk started floating. The wind swiped books off of the floor and shelves, trees from outside through the window, and even some quartz from the surrounding walls towards Herobrine, who shrieked and held a forcefield around himself, draining himself of his energy. Once the storm was over, Vikk's eyes weren't as bright as they had been at first and Lachlan was almost fully healed, but the boys knew that he would still be quite exhausted even after he was healed.

"YOU'LL PAY HEROBRINE!!"

"What the Nether was that?!" he replied.

"The power of love!!" Mitch laughed, sending another arrow in his direction. He dodged and rolled his eyes. However, the British boy wasn't finished yet. He teleported in front of Herobrine and punched him in the face, sending the man stumbling back a little. Herobrine retorted with his diamond sword aimed towards Vikk's face, but Vikk ducked while Jerome countered the hybrids blade with his own. They pushed each other away and Jerome threw a roundhouse kick at Herobrine, who front flipped away from him and turned to stab Jerome in the back, but Mitch was faster. The brown-eyed boy shot an arrow at the enemy king, striking him in the right arm, which he was holding his diamond sword with.

The Nether King dropped his weapon and pulled the piece of sharp flint out of his arm before summoning a diamond broadsword in his left hand. By now, Jerome had turned around so that he was facing his opponent with a concentrated look on his face, while Mitch, on the other hand, was simply joyful that he had finally done some damage to the dreadful monster.

Herobrine, full of rage and distress, swung his sword at them. In order to avoid the unusually large blade, Lachlan only had to continue laying on the ground, Robert turned into a wolf, Jerome did a backflip, and Vikk simply teleported away. Lachlan, gaining a good amount of strength, or enough to stand up with ease at least, regained his position in the fight as he pulled out a pair of twin eight-inch daggers. He ran towards Herobrine and unexpectedly moved behind him, but Herobrine was agile enough to fly out of the way, shooting lightning at Jerome, who moved out of the dangerous energy's pathway just in the nick of time. Mitch shot arrow after arrow to distract the horrible man in the air. Herobrine, quite pestered by Mitchell, flew straight at him, surprising the young man. Though he was shocked, Mitch was able to mostly move out of the way, though Herobrine did slightly bump into him, knocking him back slightly.

Jerome, seeing what was about to happen, rushed to help his boyfriend, but Herobrine also knew what was going on, and he wasn't out to stop it. Making a sharp u-turn, Herobrine purposely crashed into the large shelf of books behind Mitch. Now this library, it was big.

VERY BIG.

Now these bookshelves, they were big.

VERY BIG.

Imagine a two story house, that was the height of these stupidly oversized bookshelves. Mitch, knowing that there was no way to dodge this one, pulled a big "welp". Instead, he looked for an empty shelf and ducked inbetween it and the shelf above it. However, none of the shelves was empty so he got a lot of paper cuts. The bookcase seemed to swallow poor Mitch as Herobrine smirked and flew higher into the air.

"MITCH!!" Jerome screamed. The American boy sprinted even faster towards Mitch and slid to a stop next to where Mitch once was while Rob, already tired from healing Lachlan, cautiously made his way over to the bookshelf, avoiding the fireballs that Preston was shooting at Herobrine mercilessly. Jerome, panting harshly, fruitlessly tried to lift the wooden shelf off of Mitchel, but alas, to no avail.

"Need help?" Rob asked when he arrived. Jerome nodded, sweating with nervousness. Unfortunately, the bookcase trapping Mitch would not lift even with both boys' struggle. Jerome growled, punching the bookshelf.

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THIS HEROBRINE!!!!" Jerome bellowed, his eyes glowing a brilliant grey. Letting out a furious roar, the American lifted the bookshelf off of the ground and threw it at Herobrine, whose eyes widened with shock before he was crushed under the large wooden piece of furniture. From Jerome's back, as foretold in Vikk's book, sprouted two, enormous, grey wings, each one five blocks wide. Flying straight towards Herobrine, Jerome absorbed every shadow in the room and held them inside of himself, causing his skin to darken.

The boy crashed into Herobrine, the shadows blasting Herobrine to the other side of the room. Immediately, Jerome turned and flew to Mitch, who was lying on the ground, only slightly conscious. Rob was sitting next to him, restoring bones that had been broken by the force of the shelf.

"J-Jerome?" Mitch whispered. Jerome leaned down next to his boyfriend and shushed him softly.

"Don't move baby... I'm right here." Jerome muttered, caressing Mitch's cheek in one hand and using the other to hold his lover's hand. He kissed Mitch's forehead as Lachlan stared at the pile of books that Herobrine was currently lying in, dazed. Jerome buried his face into Mitch's hair as his wings disappeared. "I love you, Mitch. I love you so much baby, I love you. I'm right here. Everything's gonna be okay babe."

Herobrine sat up quickly, only to be met face to face with Lachlan's dual swords, for the blonde had spotted his movements among the books. The man put his hands up as Lachlan pressed the blade of one of his swords against the brine's throat, silently threatening the dangerous man. Preston crept forwards, holding a fireball in both palms to ensure his own defence. Jerome, staring our enemy down, kept Betty almost as close as he kept Mitch. Vikk got his sword ready, and Rob stared down our opponent. Mitch just tired laid there uselessly, which they all allowed for this moment and time. Herobrine seemed to shrink under Lachlan's firm glare, but they kept their guard up anyway.

"Ok, ok! You win!" Herobrine cried.

"Get up. You're getting executed," Lachlan replied without emotion even though the rest of them sighed with relief. Herobrine stood up and smirked.

"Sike."

It all happened so fast. At first, the boys didn't know what was going on. First Herobrine was standing before Lachlan and then he was behind Rob. Then the stained red diamond sword appeared through Rob's chest. Next thing Preston knew he was running towards Rob as Jerome tackled Herobrine with Betty in hand. Herobrine teleported out of the way as he screamed his love's name. Vikk teleported to Rob and carefully laid him on the floor.

Kneeling next to the beautiful boy and held his hand for comfort from him, tears burning his eyes. Pulling Rob onto his lap, looking into his dimming, soft brown eyes.

"No. No. No. No. No. No. Robby, please don't leave me... Please, I love you..." the young boy sobbed, his voice cracking with every other word. Rob smiled weakly at him and raised his hand to caress Texas's boy cheek softly. Burying his face in his sweater, listening to the weakening sound of his heartbeat and watched as he took his last few breaths.

Please... You're my everything... I can't live without you... I wish that I told you sooner...

He thought, lifting his head from his boyfriend's chest and silently crying. Preston felt Vikk's hand on my shoulder as the small boy tried to provide some comfort. It wasn't long before the boy felt himself heat up, his blood rushing through his veins like a wild river, knuckles turning snow white. Anger flooded his brain as rage rotted his flesh and hatred washed away all of the boy's sorrow, bitterness biting at his heart and disgust clawing at his lungs. Preston stood up, knowing that his eyes were definitely glowing a harsh, fierce, concentrated, pure orange.

"HEROBRINE!!" He screamed. The boys looked at him with shock, while our enemy had fear deep in his eyes.

"NO ONE GeTS aWAy WiTH kILLiNg My LOVE!i!!"

Somehow, his body knew exactly what to do, almost as if it had a mind of its own. Lava shot up under the fire-boy, creating a large mass of the glowing molten rock, as his feet and torso lit on fire. The fountain on lava moved him across the room towards Herobrine at a frightening pace before the boy jumped off of the molten mountain to tackle the monster, Herobrine, who apparently forgot his ability to teleport.

He moved out of the way, causing Preston to roll once he had landed, but that didn't stop him from pouncing on him once more. This time, the Texan caught the man in his clutches, burning him alive and enjoying his pained cries of pain and torture. Watching happily, Herobrine burn alive in his grasp as the others, besides Rob, watched in shock and slight relief.

The boys watched as Herobrine was burnt severely by Preston's pure and utter rage, understanding how the hot-headed boy felt. However, they were still pretty shocked that Rob was dead.

DEAD.

Just like that! It felt too easy for Herobrine!! I mean, they guess he did just pretty much die, but still.

Poor Preston, they probably can't imagine what he's going through right now. Jerome sympathized, walking over to the fire boy and patting him on the back. He looked back at him with tears in his eyes.

"Oh Preston..." he sighed before hugging his friend. The poor boy sobbed into his shirt as Mitch slowly got up to walk over and join the hug, letting him kiss the top of his precious lover's head. The boys were so focused on making Preston feel better that they didn't notice that Herobrine was still alive or that he had cast a healing spell on himself. They did notice, however, that that certain spell pushed all of the boys, even Rob, Vikk, and Lachlan, back by a lot just because of the force waves that the spell emitted.

"Ouch..." Jerome groaned.

"FOOLS!1!!" Herobrine screamed.

"DID YOU REALLY THINK THAT YOU COULD DEFEAT ME?!"

"YES!!" Preston yelled back. Suddenly, the boys felt plain rage. This murderous, destructive rage, which was not quite as strong as their first one, towards Herobrine for killing Rob drove them back into a power boost, just as it did for apparently everyone else besides Rob, for he was dead. Lachlan's eyes, glowing a strong yellow, reflected a very intimidating aura while Mitch's eyes released a deadly glare of moon-white mist. Jerome, Vikk, and Preston's eyes were the same as when they had activated their initial power boost.

Lachlan was the first to react to the aituation, the rest of them still getting used to the amount of power and energy that rested within them. Out of the blue, geysers formed out of the ground and shot Herobrine mercilessly from every direction, the pressure of the water enough to kill an average human. Soon enough, there was an electric field surrounding Herobrine, who was still wet, slowly closing in on the man. Suddenly, the blue electricity quickly struck him, causing Herobrine to scream out in pain, the water allowing the energy to do even more damage.

Next was Merome, the both of them hovering in the air with their respective wings. Letting their bodies take control, Jerome created a large shadow ball while Mitch created the opposite. Together, they shot both lights at the monster named Herobrine, dealing a heck load of damage. Afterwards, they both dove at Herobrine ripping him apart with their weapons but making sure that they didn't kill him so that the others could have their fun. After their turn, they flew back down so that they wouldn't fall when their rage lessened. Vikk was next, his eyes a royal purple, seemingly resembling strong authority.

Again, a storm started up, but instead of sweeping up objects, it swept up Herobrine, who was then kicked and punched by a teleporting Vikram. Herobrine cried helplessly, his exposed cuts being bashed in time and time again by Vikk. Last of all, was Preston, his eyes an aggressive orange, dashed towards Herobrine, who was now lying on the floor, and beat him up, his feet and fists aflame. Herobrine, holding a defensive stance, shrieked from the burns that he was feeling, fruitlessly attempting to fight back. Then, by some curse, Herobrine received an opening to punch Preston back, and he took it. His first flying towards Preston's skin, Herobrine was not swift enough, because before Herobrine could lay a knuckle on Preston, there were large vines wrapped around the horrid man along with a large white wolf with glowing blue eyes, resembling wisdom. As the vines tightened around Herobrine, squeezing him and draining his strength, Preston's eyes returned to normal, as did his overall temperature. The wolf, showing no aggression towards any of them, regained his posture and returned to his human form, his brown eyes fondly shining upon Preston's quivering form.

"ROB!!" Preston screamed, running towards the brown-haired boy.

"Hey, there love," Rob replied, smiling fondly. He held his arms wide open and stabled his feet, letting Preston crash into him and mend their lips together. Preston wrapped his arms around Rob's neck, deepening the soft, desperate, much-needed kiss, while Rob held Preston's waist, holding him close. Preston then sobbed in Rob's neck when they parted.

"Jeezus Rob! We thought you were dead!" Jerome exclaimed.

"Hush hush baby boy... Uh yeah... Heh... Sorry..." Rob chuckled nervously, whispering the first part. As the Bacca boy wrapped his arm around Mitch, who then snuggled into his chest, Rob whipped Preston's tears away and kissed the tip of his lover's nose.

"Robby..." Preston wheezed.

"Hey there sweetheart, I'm right here baby." Rob cooed, Seto, teleporting into the room.

"Phew. I was hoping that the battle was over. You guys ok?" the sorcerer asked. Lachlan nodded as much as he could since his face was tucked into Vikk's hair.

"Yeah, we're fine," Mitch mumbled into Jerome's neck.

"In that case... Impiis egredietur και φύγε Et auferam τους terra est παρ'τα ad locum κάτω χαμηλά quo malo έγκειται στην et focus Et auferam τους terra est παρ'τα ad locum κάτω χαμηλά quo malo έγκειται στην et focus Et auferam τους terra est παρ'τα ad locum κάτω χαμηλά quo malo έγκειται στην et focus, "Seto chanted as a bright purple and white particles surrounded him. Soon, the particles fled Seto's aura to hover around Herobrine, who screamed for mercy, but particles knew no mercy. They closed in on Herobrine quickly and cause him to vanish.

Translation: Evildoers come and go For I rid them of this Earth Take them to a place down low Where evil lies in a hearth x3

"WHAT WAS THAT?!" Vikk yelled once Herobrine was gone and Seto had collapsed.

"A banishing spell. Seto made sure that Herobrine wouldn't see the lights of day again," Shadow replied, teleporting in.

"Why didn't we just use that in the first place?" Jerome asked, tilting his head to the side.

"The spell won't work unless it's a target is still, and Herobrine wouldn't have stayed still on his own. Also, it takes a lot of energy," Ty explained, motioning to Seto's limp body as he teleported to the Pack.

"Will Seto be alright?" Lachlan asked.

"Yeah, he's just tired. I mean, he did just banish my dad to the Nether," Sky informed us, also teleporting himself into the room.

~~Preston's P.O.V~~
The fight is over. Herobrine's defeated but there is one question that's bothering me.

Tugging my lover's sleeve, resulting in him facing towards me. "Yes, babe?" He answers as his delicate fingers comb my soft brown hair. "I was wondering, how did you survive being stabbed from Herobrine like the fudge. His sword went through your chest, " I ask. He nervously scratched the back of his neck.

"Well you know one time you told me about your vision?"

"Yeah?" Raising a brow, wanting an explanation.

"You see..." Rob starts explaining.

~~Flashback~~
{Time before the attack of the witherdragon}

"Seto?" Robert approached the sorcerer who was in his brewery room. Greeting Rob with a smile, he smiled back. "Do you by have any chance have a healing potion?" Rob asked. Seto looked up questionably. "What kind of healing?"

Robert explained the story of Preston's vision as Seto listened. " I need a healing potion to help me heal my chest. My powers aren't too powerful to heal such big wounds, " The Canadian boy stated.

"I think I might know what kind of potion you need, " the sorcerer exclaimed after a few minutes of silence. "Brice!" The blonde-haired boy came into view from behind bottles of potions. "Yes, babe?" He answers with a smile. "Can you get the potion on the top shelf, the middle one?"

"On it!"

Few seconds have passed, Brice's head came into view again this time handing the potion to his lover. "Thanks, babe~" Seto replied in a sing-song voice, kissing his cheek resulting Brice's face turning to a deep red. Rob standing awkwardly feeling like a third-wheel, cleared his throat to avert the two lovers' attention back on him.

"Right. Sorry, Rob, " Seto apologised handing a flask filled with bubbly pink liquid sloshing inside, to the boy. Carefully, retrieving the vase from the sorcerer, he stuffed it in his inventory. "Thanks, Seto, " The boy said before walking off leaving the two lovers behind.
~~End of Flashback~~

"I see, " I stated as my lover nodded his head. "I'm sorry for keeping this from you, " Rob apologised. I smiled, wrapping my arms around his neck, burying my head into it. "I'll forgive you this time. But no more secrets from now on, " I said as the Canadian boy smiled, pecking my cheek which results in me giggling.

"Oi! Lovebirds, hurry the fudge up! You're keeping us waiting here!" The Aussie yelled ruining our little 'moment'. Robert chuckled and sprinted towards the group with me on my back...

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