He was a young man. That's all he was, a young man in a cubic world.
Herobrine was his name, a simple name really. He was often made fun of on the severs due to his name, most had names like tr0ller2344, or DOOMend5. "Any name in the word and you chose your real life name!?" Shouted a unfamiler voice in the headset, when ever anyone got on a sever most likely they were also in a larger group skype call. Most knew one another and some were total strangers on the internet possibly older than he was by twice his age.
In two months he was to graduate highschool with suitable grades and a okay route to the life ahead of him, his family was a normal one; a mother, father, brother, and two sisters. They loved and cared for him, never wanting him to go away.
And one day his perfect life fell apart.
It was nearing graduation and to celebrate Herobrine and his friends gather around in a skype call and of course, played Minecraft. They all were so happy to be finishing school that in that very call they planned to meet up, even with the elders. That day came, graduation day, cheers all around, hugs and tears, everything was fine. Then they all showed up to pick up Herobrine for a graduation party, now with Herobrine (and many others) being only eighteen of course don't drink, supplied the party with a tropical punch.
Of course a elder wanted to play a game and spiked the bowl, then everyone was attracted to the drink running low, Herobrine was sent out to get more. Being tipsy Herobrine couldn't think clearly and didn't see the deer crossing the road until it was too late; he swerved to the right to miss the buck and wound up going through the gaurdrail and flipping the car, crushing him inside.
And slowly he slipped out of consciousness, pain hitting him hard.
He heard little sounds as he lifted his head to be faced to face with...A pig? He blinked in surprise as it gave a oink and scurried off. It was blocked shaped, just like in Minecraft. He looked down and saw he was Steve and began to laugh at his strange dream. Then he saw them all, his friends. Gathered in a small huddle around a grave, sheading tears and "Why did we let him go!?"s they went off in a distraught mess. Herobrine ran to the grave and fell backwards, it was his grave. This was no dream, he was dead and stuck in the game.
He screamed for this not to be real and that it was a dream, rain began to fall as he screamed to the Ather. That's when the lighting struck him, and he glitched. He twitched and looked at a puddle forming around him and saw his eyes. Oh Notch, his eyes. Pure angel wing white with a blue flowing out the side. twitch twitch twitch. It kept getting worse and then it hit him.
They killed him.
The spiked the punch.
They sent him out the get more of the punch. Drunk.
His revenge was set, they will endure pain, thrill, horror.
By him.
Herobrine.