Present Day
About Midnight
knock, knock, knock!
The man sitting on his couch heard the noise. His head twitched to the side as he turned toward the door. He looked from where he was and he saw no one. The anger left his face and he stood up and walked toward the door. He looked through the door with his eyes, white as pure light. But this was a man who was filled with purity? No. This was a man, if you could even call him that, who was twisted in his own way. His name... Herobrine. He was called "Monster", "demon", and even "evil". He was avoided by all. He was an outcast. Not accepted into society. He ran away from the village he grew up in, because they pushed him away because of what had happened to him, and he hid out in a cave. He wanted to disappear from the world. He wanted to die. He just didn't want to exist. Later that night, those years back, he remembered seeing a creeper walking toward him. He pulled out his wooden sword that he had and he held it shakily. The crepper backed up a few steps and it sort of bowed down to him. He put his sword on the ground and walked up to the creeper. It didn't explode. He then knew he had a friend. He and the creeper had so much fun through the years. He remembered seeing the creeper's friends going into a village and blowing eveything up. He found it fun and entertaining. He had been doing that since. Until the day he was 15. The creepers went to battle the humans at their castle. His creeper friend he saw, was slain, by a man called "Steve." He had the perfect plan for revenge. He watched this Steve in silence. Waiting...watching. He learned everything about his enemy, behind enemy lines, all completely unnoticed. His perfect plan had been formed.
"Yes," he said, walking to his door. "The plan." He had remembered this forever. Never forgot. He opened his door and saw nothing. Saw no one. But he did hear something. The cooing noises an infant human made. He looked down and saw a basket with a baby wrapped in a blanket inside. He thought about kicking it away, back into the rain. He staired at it. It staired back. "Hmph," he said with indifference and he turned to step back inside. The baby then cried. He stopped. It may not have spoken any comprehensable words, but he knew what it meant. This infant needed him. He contemplated with his thoughts. He snapped his fingers. He picked the basket up and brought it inside. He set the basket by the fire to warm up the baby. He then ran over to his computer. He typed in "what to do if you find a baby on your doorstep". The top answer: "take care of it and raise it as your own child". He sighed. "I guess you're my kid," he said to it. The baby cooed at him. He picked it up out of the blanket and he held it. He looked at it and he couldn't help smiling. He looked into it's eyes and he thought
This baby might make a good child. He stared into it's eyes and the baby's eyes turned from their regular sea-blue to a bright red glow. "Yes. Yes! You shall be my... daughter," he said after unwrapping it for the first time. He layed the blanket out on the ground and he sat the baby girl on it. "Now what shall I call you?"