Third person point of view-

It felt like the longest hour and a half in his life. The timer ticked down but every time he looked up, it was as if no time had passed at all. Armen sat on the floor with his legs crossed, struggling to stay awake at this point. He had walked around and messed with a few things to attempt to pass the time but his father was not too fond of him touching everything. He had even scrubbed clean the glass that contained his hybrid experiment after Armen had touched it. The boy had even tried to make a paper plane but he was of course scolded for messing with things once again.
Armen listened to Herobrine scribbling away on paperwork, occasionally seeing him look over his shoulder at him or hearing him mumbling, but his words were undistinguishable. The raven sighed, looking up at the tank that contained the artificially created Enderman hybrid. He tapped his fingers on the floor just wishing to see him move and open his eyes. He wondered what his voice would sound like, or if he would be able to speak. His personality, his intelligence, everything about him, he was eager to know. Would he wake up and need to be taught as if he was an infant or would he be programmed to already know many things? If he was created for him, then would he already know who he was?
Armen's eyes moved up to look at the timer once again. Another hour to go, just a bit less. He growled and looked back down at the name plate on the bottom of the tank. 'D9ak8' that name still bothered him. He had read it to the point where he began to automatically repeatedly over and over again in his head without a conscious thought. The name did not sound right for the hybrid. It gave the impression that he was only an object, something that was inanimate or rather unworthy of life. This was a living creature who needed the respect that any living creature deserved.
Herobrine looked over, seeing Armen tracing his finger across the name plate, smudging the metal. He felt his hand twitch, trying to ignore it but he kept focusing in on that smug. He growled and slammed his pen onto the table, pushing his chair out from under his desk so he could stand. He reached out, grabbing a can of disinfectant and a clean rag. He shook his head as he walked over to Armen, shaking the can.

  "How many times do I have to tell you not to touch anything?!" Armen jumped and scooted away from the tank, letting Herobrine kneel down to clean it. "Honestly, this is the most disobedient you've been in years!"

Armen looked down at mumbled under his breath. "It's not my fault that you're an OCD clean freak."

Herobrine shot a glare at him, causing Armen to look down and avoid eye contact. The raven cleared and lump in his throat, putting his fidgeting hands together in front of himself. Herobrine let it slide, mumbling under his own breath with his gruff voice as he scrubbed the metal. He was frustrated. Usually Armen was honestly a good kid but now, he was getting on his nerves. Sometimes Armen did do things that he told him not to do but never this repetitively.

"Perhaps you should go back up stairs and just wait."

Armen untangled his fingers and spoke up defensively. "No, please! I don't want to leave Drake! I'm sorry!"

Herobrine lowered one of his thick brunette eyebrows. "Drake?" He questioned.

"Well, it has the same letters and the same amount of characters."

A deep breath escaped from past Hero's lips. He stood up and walked back over to his desk, putting the rag and disinfectant back neatly into their proper places. He fixed his lab coat that he put on earlier then sat back down in his chair. He picked up his pen and once again began to write on his paperwork.

"Fine, call him whatever you want but I'm not calling him that. I'm not going to risk letting myself get attached."

Armen shrugged. At least he actually called him 'he' and not 'it' so that was a plus. He wanted to ask why but he knew better than to ask questions like that. Another few minutes went back. Armen rolled on the floor, counted his fingers repeatedly, read the labels to bottles and books, memorized every detail on Drake that he could. Anything to pass the time. His eyes once again met with the timer.

0 days, 0 hours, 38 minutes, 41 seconds.

Hero looked back over to his son, hearing him tapping his hands on the metal table in the center of the room, beginning to examine the cuffs embedded onto the silver metal surface. He put down his pen and pushed his legs out from underneath the desk, turning his chair to face Armen. He was done with his paperwork, now let with nothing to help the time pass by other than watching Armen, which would become boring rather quickly. He tapped his fingers together as he thought of what to do.

He thought of activities to keep Armen from getting board again, a lightbulb flashing in his mind. "Hey, uh, son...do you uh..." He cleared his throat. It felt weird trying to act...nice.

  "Do you perhaps...want to go fishing or something? I know that you don't want to leave him, but it will pass the time."

Armen looked to him and considered the offer. His head turned to face the tank. Both he and Herobrine did not truly want to leave, but his father was offering to speaks quality time with him for once. It was hard for him to turn down. He agreed to it, but with slight hesitation. Herobrine nodded, standing and putting his white lab coat onto his hanger in the corner of the room. He grabbed something resting on the desk and put in onto his wrist. Armen tilted his head and watched Hero look at the numbers on the tank then set the same numbers on his watch.

Herobrine then turned. "Alright. Let's not take long."
...

Armen's point of view-

We both sat on the edge of the lake that was not too far away from the house. Dad and I both sat with fishing rods in our hands, our lines cast out into the still waters. I enjoyed the smell of the fresh water and the grass that gave pleasantry to the air. The sky had a few bright white and fluffy clouds here and there but overall the day had become bright. My eyes eyes no longer felt heavy from crying and for once I felt happy and at peace.
I took in a deep breath of fresh air, happy to get something different into my lungs other than that dusty, chemical smell in the house. I gazed out onto the water, only seeing the rocks below the surface. It did not really seem that we would catch anything but I was just happy that soon I would actually have a brother and right for the first time in years, I felt like I actually had a father.

I looked up at him as he spoke, sitting next time me with his eyes on the water. "I know what you're dealing with at school. I know what it is to be an outcast to the people. When I was young, I was treated like a freak for the color of my eyes. Always called a ghost, a devil. Much like you, I drowned out the pain with knowledge, you know, reading and such, but..."

He paused but I remained silent and waited for him to continue. "I realized that I could show them, that I could make a difference in this world. I could make humanity stronger, smarter... I could show them that freaks..." He spat out the word. "That we are capable of changing the world, that we can change what people think."

I laughed. "Is that why you made him part Enderman? To make him stronger?"

He nodded. "Yes. Enderman are some of the strongest creatures known to man and are said to have magical capabilities. Not only that but they are quite intelligent."

He smiled and pat my back. My body tensed up, expecting it to hurt but it did not. The touch was unexpectedly gentle. I was not used to touch in a gentle manner, of any physical contact at that. The only real physical contact I can ever recall having is the beatings I take at school. It was strange but once I got used to it, it was welcomed.
Suddenly there was a tug on my line. I looked out into the water and saw my fishing line getting pulled further into the water. I looked over to my dad, wondering what to do as I panicked. I had never fished before so this was new to me.

"Come on! Reel it in!" He grabbed my hand and made me turn the handle, getting me into the rhythm.

He pulled away and I continued to reel in the fist. Finally I pulled it out from the cold water, seeing the silver cod swinging from a hook stuck in it's mouth. I laughed as I reached out and grabbed it, over joyed that I had actually caught something. Not too bad for being my first time. I looked over at dad as he laughed and smiled, seeming to be proud of me. My gaze moved back to the fish but...I felt bad. I felt guilty.
It put down the pole and grabbed the fist, working to get the hook off of its lip. I felt it moving and breathing in my grip. I did not want to kill it...it felt wrong just thinking about it. I removed the hook, the tossed it back into the still river.

  "Wh-What the- Armen! Why did you just..?" He trailed off and shook his head.

I shrugged and rolled my eyes as I made a sarcastic remark. "Sorry. You know, I love killing poor defenseless animals."

  "Then why did you let it go?"

  "I was being sarcastic, dad!"

A thought kept coming into my head. "Say, uh, why now? Why are you being nice to me all of the sudden? All of that time of pushing me away and yelling at me and terrifying me until I listened to your every word! ...Why are you trying to mend our relationship now?"

He looked down and sighed. He readjusted his arm, a bright red light flashing from the watch that reflected off of the silver in his eyes. We both looked down at it, the numbers all suck on zero. He slammed his fist against it but the numbers remained the same. Herobrine's eyes grew wide as he tossed down his fishing pole and scampered to his feet.

  "Crap! The alarm didn't go off! It must have malfunctioned!"

He stated to run towards the house, disregarding everything. I did not bother to bring the fishing pole with me. My mind was filled with other thoughts, so I disregarded it and left it there as I ran behind my father. Already I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears and feel my lungs aching as they struggled with taking in breath.
We finally ran up the porch, my dad forcing open the door. Immediately my ears were filled with a loud beep like an emergency alarm. I wanted to cover my ears but I could not. Hastily, we both sprinted to the door to the lab, opening it and rushing down the steps. Red light flashed and illuminated the room. I did not really understand why he was in such a hurry but then again he had been working on creating Drake for years so I supposed that to him it was like needing to be there to see the birth of your own child. Or something like that.
He ran over to the control panel, slipping and knocking a few things off the table in the center of the room. I heard a few papers scatter and one small beaker fall over. He began pressing buttons by the computers and pulling levers. I looked over at Drake, who still had not moved and remained unconscious in his containment. The monitors made everything appear to be in order. His heart rate, brain waves, oxygen levels, they all looked to be stable.
With another pull of a lever, the sound halted then with another pull of a different lever, the lights stopped flashing. I blinked a few times and let my eyes readjust to the green light that now flooded the room. The ringing in my ears remained but I ignored it. I flinched as a shock of electricity coursed down Drake's body, and as he jolted, I noticed a strange thing connected to the back of his neck. I assumed that I connected to his spine, which continued his brain.

  "Dad, is he okay?" I panicked just a bit.

He flipped a few more switches and tapped a ton of buttons, giving an unnerving chuckle. "He's fine. I'm making sure that his programming is correct. As of now, everything seems to be in order. I added the name 'Drake' into his programming so he should respond when you call him that."

His arm shot out and grabbed a large lever and pulled it down with force. The liquid in the tank began to drain, the green substance filling two slim, long glass tubes beside the vat. Drake's body fell but the mask and wires remained attached to him. I tried to resist just running to him as the glass lowered and air come into contact with his body. As the glass disappeared, his body slumped backwards to let his own back rest against the wall. The liquid left his hair matted down and his clothes heavy and stuck to his skin. His legs were up to his chest and his head fell to the side.
My father ran over to him, grabbing the mask and lifting it up to take it off of his head. The liquid rolled down and covered his skin that was left dry from the mask. I walked up closer but I was cautious and slow with my steps, unknowing of what was going to happen. My eyes were locked onto Drake, staring at him in awe. For a moment I looked to my dad and could have sworn that I saw a tear in his eye.
He reached behind Drake and grabbed the small black box that was attached to to Drake's neck and carefully ripped it off of him. I flinched as Drake whimpered, the devise having two sharp needle-like rods that were in his neck, dripping with his blood. Was it really necessary to dig those into his neck like that?

"What is that for? It looks like it hurts him."

He set the device down and lifted up Drake's shirt a bit as he began removing individual wires and suction cups. As he removed them, the heart monitor flatlined and the screen that monitored his breathing flatlined as well but Drake thankfully was still alive. My dad answered that the device allowed him to see Drake's brainwaves, which confirmed what I had assumed but seeing the blood still bothered me.

Herobrine scooted back, mumbling, "Wake up. Wake up. Wake up" over and over again. I could see that he was getting jittery with anticipation.

I gasped quietly as the hybrids fluttered open, the liquid dripping off of his eyelashes. He let out a tiny moan as he shifted his head and gazed at us with partially closed eyes. His eyes were gripping, his left eye with an iris that was a dark sky blue color and his right eye with a magenta sclera and purple iris, just like that of an Enderman. He blinked and cleared his vision, lifting up his arms to wipe his eyes but his hands were wet which made his vision worse.
My dad pulled a rag out of his pocket and started rubbing off Drake's face and a bit of his hair. Drake groaned and flinched but tried to keep himself from pulling away. Drake shook his head when he stopped, blinking again before looking back and forth between the both of us. He opened his mouth but his tongue looked dry. Eventually he was able to speak.

I was a bit surprised that his voice was so deep. "Hello." He smiled.

My eyes were tearing up with joy. I leaned in a hugged him tightly, trying to hold back tears. A brother... An actual family, and so far even though he's only said one words, he has already improved my life for the better. His body tensed up in my grip, not expecting nor being used to receiving hugs. He did not hug back, but instead remained frozen in place.

I heard my dad growl and complain that I was getting that strange liquid all over my clothes and skin. I wondered how he would react when Drake started walking around the house after getting out of the tube covered in...whatever that weird liquid substance is.
  "Aaaaaannnd...now you're filthy, Armen. You're taking a shower after this."

I only laughed in response. Dad spoke to Drake. "Experiment D9ak8, state objective."

He spoke, my grip on him still not releasing. "Objective, protect Armen at all cost."

I heard Drake's voice in my ears, getting used to his deep yet soothing tone. "You must be Armen, correct?"

I pulled away and rubbed my eyes as I nodded. "Yes, that's me!"

He tilted his head and smiled, a small blush in his pale cheek on the human side of his face. He had a bright smile, one that shined even in the dim lighting. "It's nice to meet you. My name is D9ak8...but my programming states that you prefer the name...Drake. Correct?"

The corners of my lips lowered slightly. He acted like a robot or at least spoke somewhat like one. I guess that's what happens when you're artificial created with the capacity of speech already in your brain. Maybe I could teach him to talk more...human, or at least more like his age and not some talking computer. His vocabulary was impressive for sure but he spoke so...blandly.

My head nodded. "Yes. It's nice to meet you, Drake."