Hey, guys! Terrarian Creeper here! This is just a small side story that is canon with my main story, Retribution: Angelic Justice.

It's the story of Herobrine's rebellion against Notch, what caused it, and how it ended. It's fairly spoiler-ish. Even so, just enjoy the fic as I work on this and Retribution! Note that this will be much shorter.

Please R&R, and enjoy the fic!

Theme Song for The Wastes of Hell Within:

/watch?v=u1fedqfAWhI

It's a good song, and rather fits well with the fic.

XXX

"Brother…"

"Yes, Herobrine?"

"Why do your creations fear me?"

"…"

Notch said nothing as he and Herobrine walked down the fluffy white clouds. In their own little pocket dimension, the great and mighty First Sanctum, they had formed Minecraftia and the Second Sanctum. Herobrine had formed their beauteous landscapes, and Notch had spread life throughout it all. Now, as they watched over the worlds, Herobrine could not help but ask the question that was bothering him so.

Herobrine had always been the quieter one of the two. He'd always been content to work from the shadows; his satisfaction came from his work. Notch, on the other hand, was much more outgoing and popular with the ones he had created.

"Brother?" asked Herobrine again as he ran a gentle, pale finger along a glass ball about twice the size of a dodgeball. Between the two glass orbs, the two brothers could see into the worlds they had created easily. Herobrine watched as the tiny humans continued to build their tiny villages and bring in tiny villagers – Herobrine's affectionate creations. "Brother, are you listening?"

"Oh!" Notch gave a start as he brought his eyes to bear on his younger brother. "Apologies, Herobrine. I was thinking."

"About what?"

"We have humans, villagers, farm animals, but could we not add more?"

"Do you remember my Creeper project?" Herobrine had taken one of Notch's abandoned 'frames' of animals – in this case a pig – and brought it to exciting life as a green mottled four-legged animal. From the few experiments he'd done, humans seemed to have an urge to hug the cheery-faced creatures. Naturally, Notch told him to withdraw his Creepers – their composition was too volatile, he said.

"We've talked about this – no," said Notch. Herobrine frowned, deep brown eyes showing his displeasure. Really, couldn't at least one of his creatures be accepted? Tall purple-eyed men formed from shadows, four-legged Creepers, flying cuboidal jellyfish with tentacles, flame-based automatons, and not one was allowed into the world by Notch.

"I believe there was something else you wanted to talk about?" Notch's words brought Herobrine back to the Sanctum. "Namely, why the humans fear you."

"Y-yes!" Herobrine said eagerly. He was really itching to know the answer. "Why, brother? We've worked so hard to bring them into existence, to give them this beautiful world –" he gestured towards the glass ball that held Minecraftia "– and yet they only worship you! Whenever you step down from our Sanctum, they always run out and bow down before you, showering you with their fruits of labour. But whenever I just try to see how they have been progressing, they run from me, insult me and tell tales of a monster that takes children from their bed! Why?"

Herobrine belatedly realized he had almost been shouting. He murmured his apologies, but Notch did not notice. "I thought you worked for the joy of creation. I did not believe you were one to parade his power around."

Herobrine gaped at his brother wordlessly, too shocked to come up an adequate response. "I-I-I don't! But, brother, only two days ago, I went to the village of Steve, and they pelted me with rocks! Pelted me with rocks! I'm not obsessed with fame! Have you lost your mind, brother!?"

"Don't take up that tone with me," said Notch as he turned to stare Herobrine in the eye. "You're changing, brother. You're not the brother I brought with me to help create a new world - I can't let you keep working on this! You'll turn this world into hell, like you did all those years ago in our home dimension! If you fight me like this, you – gah!"

Herobrine lowered his hand, shaking. He looked at the mark on his brother's cheek, and realized exactly what he'd just done. "Shit, no! Brother, I –"

Smack!

The younger brother stumbled back, an equal mark on his face to match his brother's as he rose. "Herobrine, you cannot help me any longer. Leave now." A shining sky-blue portal formed behind him as he stepped towards Herobrine. "Come, you must go."

"Brother, I'm not leaving!" protested Herobrine as he backed away. He fought down his fear and anger as he continued. "W-we worked so hard on this! I can't leave behind so many years of work! This world is our new beginning! A new chance! And you're saying I should just up and walk out on it!?"

Notch felt a single tear escape the cusp of his eye, before it hardened into a look of resolute determination. He could see what his brother could not; if this continued any further, than it… It would…

Herobrine's eyes widened as a hand seized him by the collar and, with a strength that well belied its owner's frame, flung him towards the portal. With just enough cohesive wit, he rolled, coming to a stop just before falling through. He heard his brother's voice yet again. "You are not meant to be in this world any longer. Now that it has come to this, I will not hold back.

"This is your last chance."

Herobrine got up slowly, anger rising from a simmer to a boiling rage. His hands sparked, then combusted, coated in mythical purple flames. His eyes rose to the figure he had once respected, once idolized. Now, however, he felt nothing but pure hatred as a black whisper crept through his mind, wrapping around it and murmuring sweet emptiness into his ear. "Markus Perrson…"

Notch started at the use of his full name, and dropped into a combat pose. For his quiet, timid brother to use such a term…

Herobrine's bangs fell forward, brown hair masking his eyes. When he looked up, his eyes demented, pupils and irises twisting and deforming into a pure white, which rapidly turned to a furious blood red.

"Herobrine," Notch murmured. "No…"

Herobrine rose to his full height, back arching as he gazed upon his older brother in a look of sheer insanity. A jagged smile widened on his face, as if it were being split in two as the mad grin extended and opened, black steam gushing from between his jaws.

"Well, Markus…" he hissed.

"To hell with you."