Jesse dies a lot the novel.

That is basically what this is. A story about deaths, game overs and bad endings, mostly revolving around Jesse but sometimes other characters. TW Character death and gore.


Prelude

I lived far away in the most secretive and barren realm untouched by man that very few would venture to. My house on an island so far and high into the sky it was nigh impossible to see from the ground. It's not easy to find me, so I was surprised when I heard a knock on my door so early that morning. There was only one person who could find my home without hassle and visited frequently.

"Hello, Herobrine." I smiled and let the demigod inside.

He said nothing and went to sit down on the couch while I went into the kitchen to fetch some tea I just made. I return to see him looking at my bookshelf, he probably noticed the new book I put up there, another one of my journals.

I sit on the other couch across from him and poured tea into tea cups for both of us. Still silent, he grabbed a cup and stared deeply into it.

Whenever Herobrine is not speaking much it usually means he's troubled or vexed at something. "Why have you come to me, Hero? What is troubling you?"

He doesn't react to the nickname, taking a sip. After putting the cup down on the coffee table he sighed.

"Do you know the story of the new order?" He asked staring firmly with his white eyes.

"Do I ever!" I raised an eye ridge, looking at him suspiciously, "And I'm presuming you do as well?"

"O-Of course!" He stuttered out and then rubs his shoulder pouting. "I just want to hear your version of it."

I hum taking a sip of my tea. "You know...I was there unbeknownst to them watching and not much varied between my telling of the story to others, except...well."

"Except what?"

"The leader of the New Order Of The Stone," I paused wounding if I should tell him or not, I chose to anyway. "...Jesse died far many more times than any mortal should have."

"WHAT!?"

"Hundreds of untimely deaths that would never be remember."

"Tell me!" He slammed his hands on the table almost spilling the cups and stared at me with interested ire. "You must tell me what went on right now!"

I glower down at him with a mock death glare. He lifted his arms off the table and leave them limp at his sides, sitting back down avoiding my gaze like a child who just got scolded by their mom.

I snort. How easy he can be submissive sometimes.

With a smirk on my face I get comfortable. "How long do you have, Herobrine?"

"All eternity."

I grin.

"Good."