Fènnù felt a sense of relief at the sight of Herobrine walking through the grand hall of the nether fortress, the hog mob grunted with elation and elbowed his lieutenant behind him to bow along with him as their master approached. The Piglin chieftain and his lesser kneeled down on a knee with one hooved hand on the ground as they bowed their heads in reverence and fear, pleased to see their king's return. They waited in place for nearly a minute as the white-eyed made his way from the hall of pillars and up the steps to his throne. Fènnù took immediate notice of the small wooden box in the man's hand, but said nothing; the contents smelled unfamiliar yet appetizing. The Piglin Brute quietly envied his king for having food from the surface, it made him more eager for the Overworld takeover.

Herobrine moved up to his throne but stood there looking at it absentmindedly, just standing as if contemplating taking a seat or going somewhere else to enjoy his meal. He did not look happy to the mobs with a deep frown forming on his face, he could already sense a disturbance in and around his throne without even needing to see it.

"Welcome back, master. Grrumm." Fènnù grunted softly as he rose back onto his hooved feet and crossed his arms.

"I can sense that things haven't gone well in my absence, you want to tell me what, exactly?" He started, his voices deep and teetering on the edge of anger. "I smell Blaze ash in here." Hero said with slightly narrowed eyes and a hit of suspicion on his features as his gaze moved from the throne over to the general.

The anthropomorphic hog tipped his head and frowned, his arms falling to his sides. "I hate to upset you my liege, but you are correct."

The King of Mobs let out a heated sigh. "Of course... mobs." He stated with a scowl.

"You've been missed lord Herobrine, some of the generals have gotten a little out of hand with one another; one even slain one of Leere's lieutenants in a fit of rage. On top of that, we even had an insurrection of a small squad of traitors that have grown too impatient in your absence. They chose to revolt and raid the fortress in an attempt to destroy your throne and send a message to other mob factions stationed here in the Nether. They had mistaken your temporary hold in the war as a sign of neglect and weakness, that you do not care for us mobs. Such foolishness was dealt with swift judgment by yours truly." He said as he grunted and placed a hand over his chest. "Unfortunately, they were of the higher tier of mobs, Wither Skeletons, and Blazes specifically. But no worries; I have dealt with them personally, they will cause issues no more." He said with a prideful tone and posture.

"Good." Herobrine replied with a hint of annoyance, turning around to fully face the Brute. "You know that I detest insubordination and betrayal. They can't harm me so they'll try and destroy my property for attention; as if that'd amount to anything at all." He huffed heatedly as his anger flared. "There isn't anything that they can break that I can't fix, yet they know that it'll anger me and give them the opportunity to have a sense of victory over me for being able to pull such a feat. Ungrateful and impatient cretins," He hissed, his eyes glowing brightly. "They get a king with actual power and this is how they treat me?" He finished more loudly, causing the piglin lieutenant to tremble with fear and shrink back a few steps as Hero's rage disturbed the atmosphere of the fortress; Fènnù wasn't phased, he simply nodded to his master's words.

"I understand my lord, that is why I cut all of them down without hesitation and mercy, not one made it through the hall or ever neared your throne. It's been a little while since my battle axe saw some action. Rrrhhh, shame. They had great potential with their current levels and skills but refused to wait on orders, at least they provided some excellent practice; I wouldn't say that it was a total loss on my end. I imagine General Tõrvik would like to speak with you on the matter of the traitorous Blazes at some point soon, Blazes are typically very loyal so he'd likely want to apologize on the behalf of their species."

"Damn it all." The man cursed quietly to himself. "I step away for a little while and their fear starts to wane, fearlessness breeds disobedience and defiance. I suppose I'll have to set an example to all of the Nether infantry to remember who's in charge; a more permanent reminder." He stated darkly with a calmer tone, he had other things he wanted to focus on, not wasting time on these undesirable nuisances undermining his authority. If he didn't need the monsters then he'd gladly do away with the various infantries and finally have some peace all to himself, not one creature would dare to challenge him in any way. He's the god of this world and even the smallest of attempts of resistance against him grinds at his very core, there should be no opposition to a god whatsoever.

"The bodies and dust of the slain traitors were thrown out into the Nether wastes a short while ago, should I have them retrieved and strung up for you master? I will even make a public announcement to the Nether armies for you if so wish, though the Wither Skeletons may be somewhat in pieces."

"Yes, I want the remnants of their bodies nailed into the wall right outside of the front gate for all to see, leave the armor on the Withers so the other mobs know the ranks of which were killed for disloyalty. Blaze skulls are too brittle for that and they have no bodies or limbs since upon death their rods turn to ash. However, I want you to string their heads up through the eyesockets with a chain and hang them together over the embrasure above the gate. I want them up there, indefinitely." Hero finished and walked past the hog general and his lieutenant and headed for the hallway behind his throne, he wanted to eat without disturbance and away from any more monsters before he lost his temper.

"Grrrmmm." The Piglin chieftain bowed and lowered his head with a soft snort. "Of course." He then arose. "I must also inform you that General Sluker wanted a word with you, he seemed ... bothered." Fènnù finished, his expression blank as he watched the king leave.

"If you see him, tell him that I don't want to be bothered," Herobrine said as he exited the throne room and proceeded towards his chambers, eager to finally eat the meal in hand; the aroma had assaulted his senses long enough and he was curious of how well the woman cooked. He didn't need to eat to survive and barely ever participated in the consumption of edible resources, but this seemed to be a particularly special occasion to indulge.

"I shall, lord Herobrine." Came the hog general's voice from behind.

Herobrine's frown deepened as he saw Kankaal come out from a nearby room and kneel at the sight of him before rising up and putting his hands behind his back before nodding in his greeting.

"Welcome back master, you're a sight for sore eyes."

"You don't have eyes Kankaal," Herobrine replied with a light smirk and came to a stop as he neared the Skeletal archer.

"Yet I can see, it's interesting how things work in this world."

"Indeed, how skeletons can walk and talk without joints or flesh, the sun burning the undead without reason, and annoying green creatures that can combust at will. Makes perfect sense. Almost everything seems normal in the Overworld until a monstrosity manifests in darkness or the power of an enchanted weapon or tool activates." The white-eyed man said with a hint of amusement, Notch was a brilliant idiot for making the ridiculous creations around him, he could have done way better.

"Anyway, master, I want to brief you before meeting up with all the generals at some point today; we have some unruly behavior to deal with as well as some decisions that need to be made for the recruitment of new spawns." He dipped his head a bit as Herobrine's small grin fell into a frown he breathed heavily, looking to be out of patience and done with mob affairs that shouldn't be his responsibility. "You suddenly seem vexed, is this a bad time?"

The man looked away, fingers lightly tightening over the food container in hand. "I've been notified of an act of rebellion, that's one thing. Then I've been told that my generals can't seem to get along; my hand chosen acting like human younglings fighting for attention, it's greatly disappointing for the intelligent ranks to devolve down to having minds like that of human offspring." His white eyes turn back to the Skeleton archer, not caring if he insulted his confidant. "Why is it that every time I leave for a little while things go awry around here? I'm getting sick of this nonsense, it seems like no mob or modified monster can function around here without my constant presence serving as a reminder for them to obey orders. I shouldn't have to return this shit every single time, cooperation is a simple concept and they can't grasp it. High-level modified mobs, of all creatures!"

"I apologize my lord, but I didn't want to tell Sluker what you had been up to; he pressed for an answer concerning your time away."

"It's none of his business."

"I know, and I told him that as well. He threw some threats at me and Leere, but that was all. I told him nothing of your whereabouts or why you were away, he sure wasn't thrilled by a lack of a response, but Leere shooed him off before a fight could start; he looked like he wanted to challenge me. I was tempted to put him in his place for the blatant disrespect of his fellow general, please forgive me, my lord. You know how much I despise those 'mouths', Sluker being the most abominable and uncouth of them all."

The skeletal general finally took note of what his master held in his hand and nodded to it. "What is that you have there, if you don't mind me asking?"

The man growled lowly to himself, annoyed that none of the monsters around couldn't keep to themselves. "Human food made by the female Stonewall, I've been wanting to sit down and eat but I keep getting interrupted. Like right now." He stated, his voice tones making his impatience and irritancy clear.

"That woman made you a meal? Like an appeasement offering to spare her life?"

"No, it was leftover from a gathering she had with other mortals; she brought it to me tonight as we met up. An unusual offering with no intended reason other than to share; or that was what I got from it."

Kankaal had been made aware of his lord's growing fondness for the woman through a few skeletal scouts, he hadn't yet received word about Herobrine's encounter with the lady that happened tonight. But he already knew that his king was enthralled by the human from the multiple nightly visits, he just wasn't expecting him to treat her with any amount of respect in knowing what and who she was and her planned sealed fate. He didn't get too many details and only knew a few things that transpired between the two, Hero saving her from mobs, escorting her home, him going to her house one night, and taking nearly two days to leave her residence. The bony general had no clue what else they could be doing, but if he treated that woman better than most mobs and even some of the other generals; then he knew that mortal somehow obtained his favor and kept him preoccupied. With what? He did not know but could only guess.

"Just what has been happening between you and that mortal? A few days ago you couldn't stop talking about what you were going to do to those Stonewall currs, and then you go and spend a couple of days in one of their dwellings?" The growl and dark look that came from the god had the general bow his head quickly and he looked away as he spoke again. "I don't mean to intrude, but with all due respect sir, your absence from the fortress has caused quite a stir amongst the mobs and has them questioning said absence; some taking action out of perceived abandonme-."

"Don't say that damn word." Hero hissed.

Kankaal paused and dipped his head with consternation, realizing what he had said. "Apologies master. But if you want to keep the woman, then why not take her captive and keep her here in the Nether, in one of the cells below?" He gestured. "That way you can hold the reigns of control from your throne and not have to be too far out for too long. The Nether forces are growing rowdy in the unexpected long wait of your plans; they're beginning to have doubt in you and you being away for too long is causing rumors to spread like wildfire because none of the Overworld armies have seen you in days either. But if the woman was here, you could get what you wanted out of her and maintain your authority without issue."

"It would be a waste of time, the next challenge is tomorrow night; then I'll be setting plans into motion," Herobrine says callously. His eyes stare more softly at the food container in his right hand, his left arm hung at his side as his thumb and index finger rubbed together at the residual feeling of her code. He huffed, knowing that taking the woman as a hostage or prisoner and bringing her here would only break her. Such a fragile mortal she was in many ways, he didn't want to risk her going silent on him and refusing to speak because he forcibly took her from her home and used her. She'd hate him. He's no stranger to manipulating human behavior, he's broken many souls in his lifetime. Being chained to a wall in a Nether fortress cell while surrounded by lava near the base of the structure is enough to break the human spirit in mere hours, with torture, thirst, and overheating being the deal breakers for most.

Although, it was tempting; to keep the woman around to satisfy himself with. It had been a long time since he took what he wanted from a feminine body; the sensation on his thumb only reinforced proceeding with the idea. But thinking back to the Valkyries and how empty it felt using them when compared to a single touch of Stephanie's little fingers caressing his skin; there was no contest. Control and enforcement can't create the incredible feeling those willful fingers can do on their own, how those lips unpredictably work their magic, or how those violet eyes stare into his with admiration and reverence. Plucking that flower of a mortal here would only cause her to wilt and wither away far too quickly, there would be nothing left to enjoy. It'll be better to have her, kill her, and move on than prolong her soon-to-be hatred for him.

"I do delight in the woman, but it is merely a temporary thing. I'll take what I want tomorrow night and that'll be the end of it."

"I figured as much my lord, enough time has been wasted as it is over that woman and the deal. I suppose I'll have to tell the other generals to gather for the meeting later."

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"Wait until tomorrow night when I return, then we'll have the meeting in the war room. I'll have to evenly divide all the leaders and armies to ensure a perfect sweep."

Kankaal bowed his head. "Very well, I shall wait until then. I'll see you soon." The skeleton general replied curtly and then continued down the hall.

Herobrine proceeds to his chambers where he enters the first large yet narrow antechamber. This room though lengthy in size; had barely anything in it besides the high walls showcasing dozens of Herobrine's 'trophies'. Both walls were lined with human and mob heads, horns, skulls, limbs, loads of weapons, human treasures, mob boss remains, ores, human craftables, modded items, and other various valuables; all hanging up for any who enter to see such a massive collection. Smaller objects rested on wooden shelves that circled the bottom half of the wall all the way around the room, allowing easy viewing of them for their owner to see and enjoy them up close.

Beyond that room was another, his actual bed chamber that he barely used except to get some quiet time to himself and sleep in on the rare occasion. The room was concealed by a heavy solid blackstone door and sealed a large but nearly empty chamber that was all his and never welcomed anyone but Herobrine himself. No mob, mod, or entity was allowed in here, not that it housed much or had anything to hide; but because it was strictly Herobrine's resting place, almost as secretive as the forbidden room with Notch's statue.

The large bed in the center at the back wall was the largest piece of furniture, having thick bed posts at each corner, made of dark oak wood that stretched several feet up and curved up like a pillar and ended at a fine point. The bed frame and headboard were also made of dark oak and were polished, there was not a single trace of splintered wood on the exposed surfaces. Silken sheets of black lay over the king-sized mattress along with four large white pillows, the bed was fully made and had not a single wrinkle in the sheets. Despite the bland colors and flecks of red nether brick dust from scarce use, it looked comfortable and oddly inviting.

There was a matching dark oak desk with a dark oak chair as well as a few matching bookcases filled with various books, there was also a matching bedside table with a small unactivated redstone lamp sitting awkwardly on its side. A large round charcoal-colored rug covered the center floor of the room and was nearly as large as the room itself. Last but not least, there were a couple of chests with personal belongings and nothing more. The black fabrics complimented the dark barren red walls of nether bricks, but at the same time; masked any personality and design, leaving the room to fill like an emotionless void with no personal touch or color.

The King of Mobs moved over to his bed and sat down on the side of the mattress while ignoring the red dust, he carefully removed the lid of the wooden container to see the food the woman had brought him. The Nether heat already had his food hot and ready to consume, the aroma of the meal had full-on assaulted his senses and provoked him to hunger for the first time in a long time. Herobrine set the lid on the bedside table and materialized a fork in hand, he then poked into the first chunk of meat and took a bite. He's nearly humming from the flavor, he could taste the spices and additives with ease. The glowberry sauce on the steak, though bitter and somewhat acidic, had a hint of sweet berry mixed in with it along with flakes of dandelion petals and roots that gave it a hint of sweetness and a more interesting earthy taste. The vegetables were cooked thoroughly to perfection and the bread and cake were delicious, he could taste and scan various portions and tell exactly what the woman added and how much to make the food taste so good. It was impressive, not the best, but for a human with only a handful of talents at her age; she knew what to blend together to make some delectable consumables.

It doesn't take long to finish his food and set the empty tray aside, he then lays back on the bed in contentment and closes his eyes for a long minute before staring up at the high ceiling. He could almost feel that woman's code again on his thumb, of her uniquely patterned numbers. He wished to touch more of her, to taste her again, to feel her warm and gentle hands on him. He also wished to talk to her, just to hear her soft voice and disrupt the silence that continued to linger around him, maybe start up some friendly banter or stroke his ego with compliments. Or better yet, worship him with song and dance, wearing a revealing dress while swinging her hips and twirling her arms before him; his name like a chant coming from her inviting lips.

Hero groaned at the thought of getting his hands on Stephanie, feeling her, going through her numbers, and finding out every little detail about her personality and body to maximize his experience and enjoyment with the woman. He couldn't understand why he was so enthralled by the mortal other than it being the positive attention and physical pull of attraction he presumed. Though it seemed like it was a little more than that now that he thought about it, Stephanie was appealing to him in more ways than a few. The woman was clever, pretty, somewhat sassy, a daring backtalker, alluring, kind, gentle, entertaining, and courageous before him, subservient, becoming increasingly unpredictable, distinctive, and so divergent from the typical norm to allow him to take a kiss from her without complaint.

He almost wanted to take her apart and find out why she didn't directly follow her survival coding like most humans, why she had become such an anomalous yet uncorrupted human entity in the system. It wasn't uncommon for some humans to fight back their fear and face him head-on in a life-and-death situation, fight or flight instinct took over as their coding enforces. But Stephanie had ample time to flee, a chance to kill, gain unimaginable power, or have him killed and save humankind, and yet chose not to and instead; focused on his wellbeing and comfort despite her life hanging by a thread that he could rip in half at any time if he so chose to. She could have made herself into a goddess with his command cube, killed him, and found a way to delete his mod pack entirely if given enough time. She gave up godly power just to be polite, to not be labeled a thief. It was almost maddening that she would do that when her life could have been saved along with humanity, but she had her morals and wanted nothing to do with killing at any cost.

What was the cause for her deviation from normal human behavior? Herobrine growled at the thought as he ran a hand over his grimacing face in confusion.

How could she stand so idly by and maintain her sanity around him in knowing his plans? Why would she try to take care of him when he was weak? Why care for her destroyer at all instead of focusing on living to see another day? Such actions were unheard of, a sheep doesn't willingly go and lie in a den of wolves and wait to be eaten, it does what it takes to survive. Fighting, running, hiding. If her mental and emotional statistics are numbered around average, then why act as if being around her killer is perfectly normal? Acceptable? Even a mortal that has resigned to their ill fate would have declined mentally and likely either be emotionally drained or hysterical, not greeting him with a smile and a food offering as she did.

Though she started off mentally despondent by the second night, it was almost completely gone the next night they met; fear being replaced by optimism, gratitude, and strangely joy after the worship session, all because he said he'd kill her separately and hasten the miner's death if she worshipped him again. He doesn't have to keep his promises, he barely ever did for anyone. He's known for being deceptive and cruel. Such positive responses aren't normal for mortals. Certainly not to let him touch them and not retaliate unless they were just too scared to, but Stephanie didn't seem to respond like that at all.

She actually seemed to enjoy some of the attention by the look and feel of it. Nervous around him, sure, but not entirely fearful as when they first met.

Why was Stephanie so different now? What is compelling that woman to go against her own survival and yet offer him positive reactions despite holding her fate in his hand? The numbers she contained didn't add up, it had to be an error or something during his scans or some factor missing in her personality index that he must have overlooked. Either that or somehow Notch must have overlooked a potential bug or missed a rare possible bridging between positive and negative emotions that affected survivability and or fear; like how some mobs when spawned; were corrupted. What else could it be lest he was a broken mod and read the numbers wrong?

With his current modification iteration thanks to Notch? Very unlikely.

Then again, the changes were gradual despite how quick they were. Now she's to the point of deliberately pushing herself onto him and stubbornly challenging him in conversation instead of surrendering, not watching her words as carefully, or backing down in cowardice like before. Her fear of him is practically gone.

The man sighed in frustration and sat up in bed, it was unlikely he'd ever get an answer for the abstruse change by the time the night was over. Time was up, he had things to prepare before the morrow.

...

Stephanie took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, walking out towards the place deep in the woods where she first encountered the King of Mobs. It was already getting late with the sun descending in the sky, she wanted to arrive early in the hopes of getting some final words out before facing a challenge she wasn't sure she was going to walk away from. If the paper-covered heavy black box in her arms was anything to go by along with her plan, then depending on Herobrine's reaction would decide if she survives tonight. She did not want to make such a gamble or face abuse and death, but it was now do or die; she frowned deeply at the thought as her fingers tightened around the corners of the box. Steph could only hope that what she thought up was enough, if it didn't move Herobrine then nothing else will.

She had already prepared herself should she survive to face Herobrine's plans for her, wearing light, clean, and comfortable clothing. No jacket this time, just a plain white tank top that was a little small on her and showed off the skin of her hips at the sides as well as a little of her stomach, and her bellybutton. She also wore a pair of light blue jeans with a loose tan decorative belt; thankfully it wasn't too chilly out on this night so she felt comfortable for now. Her hair was tied back with the same magenta ribbon she wore during her worship session, an intended reminder of that day she greatly pleased him. Manipulation wasn't her ideal way to get what she wanted, but anything to remind him of what she had done or was capable of could potentially help her out and maybe win the challenge or convince the man to give her more time.

Appearance could also help, she didn't want to hand-trim her favorite top and neatly sew the ends up to make it look so small on her and show so much flesh, but Herobrine proved he had a mind much like a deviant human man. Having wandering eyes and enjoying some sight of skin, being attracted to her to a decent degree; an exploitable weakness he's developed that she noticed and was ready to utilize.

As she walks, her eyes travel back to her arm, it still shows the inner glow of her supposedly 'actual' insides. She wasn't sure what exactly to call this strange phenomenon, whatever she was beyond flesh and blood as the white-eyed man had spoken about before. She could only hope that he'd fix the issue, because even if it didn't hurt to poke into her; it was just too weird. It made her wonder if as a mod; would Herobrine have a similar structure within. Maybe she could get a few answers in before the challenge begins, or at the very least get the hole taken care of; seeing inside of it just made her feel vulnerable; almost naked on a whole new level kind of sense.

Herobrine stands out in the open of the clearing of trees, his white glowing eyes catching the woman as she comes into view with a crate-sized box in her arms. He wasn't expecting her to wear such clothing, he couldn't stop his surprised gaze from traveling from her face down to her partially exposed hips as she crossed the small open field. Though thin around her stomach, she had some meat on her waist and thighs and her jeans only insinuated those features. He softly huffed and forced his gaze back to her face, either she was wearing such clothing to try and tempt him in the challenge or she wanted to look stunning in her final hour. His eyes soon land on the magenta ribbon in her hair softly floating from her as a breeze passes through, his mind is immediately taken back to the worship session which makes him smile faintly; wondering if she'll be dancing for him one last time. The thought excited him.

His smile quickly falls as a soft glow from her arm finally grabs his attention, he furrows a brow as he focuses his sharp sight on it; he softly gapes; almost in disbelief at what he sees. His thumb had been tingling for nearly a day, and now he finally understood why, he didn't just temporarily mesh some of his data with the woman last night as he felt her numbers, he took some of her data from her. Not with intent, of course, his eyes glowed as he changed his vision to scan the data of her flesh again. After a moment of scanning her over, she was indeed missing some numbers; leaving her incomplete yet still stable and alive surprisingly.

Herobrine's thumb coiled into his palm as she neared, the closer she got the more he felt her heart beating in his large digit. A quiet sigh escaped him, he could almost feel the warm skin of her arm without even touching her. He put on a smile as she came to a stop a few yards away, a strong scent of perfume hit his nostrils and his eyes fell onto the black box.

"A gift?" He jests, nodding to the weighty-looking box in her arms.

"A surprise." Stephanie began, she then set it down at her feet and stretched her arms up and behind her head, flexing the ache out of them from carrying the heavy thing for so long. She then looked at him and noticed him looking at her exposed belly, she smirked a bit and took her time stretching her limbs; playing her feminine charm card and making sure he got a good enough look.

He grinned at her as she lowered her arms and placed them on her hips. "I do like surprises."

"Well, you asked for one."

"Any reason why it's drenched in perfume Stephanie? Almost seems like you're trying to mask a smell."

The woman softly snorted and gestured. "You agreed to not use your commands or powers, but I figured you'd make an excuse for a natural ability. On the off-chance that you could smell what this thing is; I took the liberty to make it difficult to. Y'know, in case you forgot to block your super senses." She chuckled softly at his amused expression as he folded his arms and stared at the 'surprise'. "Dumped about three bottles of perfume and one bottle of homemade incense on it, I figured it would be enough. You... can't tell what it is, right?" Steph asked with a hint of suspicion.

The man shook his head. "No, I'm tempted to x-ray it; but that'd ruin the surprise."

"And by doing so would automatically disqualify yourself for breaking my terms of the challenge rules that we both agreed to." She said as she folded her arms like him and smirked with playful narrowed eyes at him. "Or you could go ahead and take a glance if you really want." She said with a soft shrug, her gaze seeming confident and challenging. "I wouldn't mind an easy win if you were to 'accidently' break a rule." She quipped.

"Hm." Herobrine hummed, enjoying the slightly snarky attitude of the little woman, it was an interesting change from her usual cautious and quiet demeanor. It made things seem a bit more fun this time, he wasn't expecting such confidence and playfulness from the Stonewall sibling. Again he had been confused by this change in Stephanie, there was again no fear; just being entertaining, and this time; a little sexy. Having her fail the challenge was going to ruin the fun and the amusing banter, he would have to take this one slow and enjoy it while he could.

"Before we begin, I do believe that you have something of mine, something that I kinda need." Stephanie started as her arms dropped down to her sides, smile fading a bit.

"Hm?" He tilted his head to the side a bit, curious of her accusation. "I didn't take anything from you woman, what do you mean by I have something of yours?" He rested his hands on his hips, frowning a bit.

Stephanie raised her right arm up, showing a glowing patch on her arm more clearly. She watched as the man furrowed a brow at the sight of her insides, not of flesh, but of numbers. The man stepped closer before grabbing her by the arm and pulling it closer to get a better look, he stared quietly.

"You... can see this? The inside?" He asked quietly, surprised that the woman noticed something that is normally unable to be seen by the naked eye of mobs and humans.

The woman looked up at him and nodded. "Yeah, I don't know what you did yesterday, but you took a layer off of my skin and left-" she gestured at it with her other hand. "Whatever this is. I don't know how this is even possible, which I can only assume ties to flesh and blood in some manner or another with numbers... you talked about. I poked my finger into it and it became see-through as well, then I pulled it out and pricked it and it bled. I'm assuming you know exactly what this is all about?"

Herobrine ignored her question and moved the thumb that contained the small bits of her data and slipped it into the glowing gap, the woman's eyes widened and she gasped as her calm expression twisted into a mixture of pain and pleasure. Stephanie began trying to pull away as Herobrine's thumb became see-through as her finger did once before; only this time his thumb's form dissolved inside of her. He held her tightly by the arm as she tried to jerk away, a frustrated growl escaped him as he meshed his data with hers to return the missing pieces he took; manually separating every lengthy number of every coded fiber of their being from each other's bodies.

He was truly data meshing and it felt incredible.