Herobrine had some rest with Steve, Mute and all came and made sure Steve was OK.
Mute though had remembered someone Herobrine had mentioned only once, and he had been training and resting on his own since he had to get used to his body again. So as he returned from his own personal training session that he put himself up to.

Herobrine was sitting on his throne talking with Steve about the plan, Loki standing near them and getting a better understanding.

Mute waved to Alex as she was taking her sword to sharpen it and give it some enchantments.

Mute walked up to Herobrine and got his attention before talking without any actual vocalization, Herobrine listing to words that weren't ever spoken.

Steve stood to the side and explained some tiny details.

"Impact?" Herobrine asked. "Well I believe I remember where he is." "Actually he's right behind us.... no literally. I was just holding the inevitable." Herobrine said as he stood. "Hey, Steve help me. I need to move these carefully down the steps, you need to help too Mute." Herobrine ordered. And then they all went and moved the two side thrones before Herobrine picked up his own after removing the weapons attached to it.

Herobrine walked up to the wall, looking down. "Hey, Loki. Stand back. Mute, get behind me, and Steve try to stand in front of Loki. This might be messy." He ordered and stepped on a pressure plate while they all moved into there places.

-play music-

A music box rose up with a disk half in it, Herobrine sliding it in while summoning a fire ball in his hand. He shot it at the wall and it exploded. A coffin and two pedistules with two large bikes of black mist were protected by a golden chain fence that was pulsing like a heart beat.

Herobrine walked up and the fence melted away, grabbing at the right side of the coffin and yanking at it before pulling the henges apart and throwing the door to the side. Inside was a male covered in a back goo except for his nose and mouth, the liquid constantly moving. Herobrine pulled the vials to him using his magic. He leaned back the head, opening the mouth with a poker face. He popped open the tops of them and poured them into the males mouth while the music played proudly.

The goo began to evaporate to reveal a naked white male with gold hair and dog ears and a curled tail. His junk hanging and his eyes closed as he stood there with a look of comfort.

Herobrine stepped back, but in a split second a hand was around his throat, the male's golden glowing eyes glowing brightly as he floated there, plack goo oozing from his back as it became his clothes.

"You twat. It's the wrong fukin song." The male growled in a demonic sounding voice. "And I asked that we would be alone, or are you that incompetent?" The male scoffed.

"Stop acting like you have balls you twat." Herobrine chuckled.

The male sighed and his tail wagged as he smiled. "You just won't let me have a moment of glory. How's the trouble around here?" The male asked softly, hands on his hips and looking sweet.

Steve was worried but then calmed down.

"There trouble. But Impact, that's Steve. And we have some new guys to let you meet." Herobrine said and pointed.

"Ohhh. Also, I should be sorry if any destruction has come to the castle. I was having a bad dream. It hasn't happened for a good long while." Impact apologized.

"Hmm... that explains why the neather seemed to almost kill Steve." Herobrine mumbled.

"Shouldn't we put back the chairs?" Impact asked, Herobrine gave a nod.