Herobrine

Prologue

A loud manly scream could be heard as a miner ran for his life, out of his wits, away from the abandoned mineshaft he just stumbled across few minutes ago. Behind him, a ghastly figure with glowing white eyes and blank face followed him, before he sneered and teleported in front of him. The said person screamed again, hollering a string of loud curses before taking off again.

And the ghastly figure grinned. Oh this is getting fun.

The miner quickly pushed the iron helmet on his head, and took off again, before he could see the trees around him losing all leaves, and it was getting dark. Whimpering, he quickly slid into a small opening and blocked himself with some dirt, hoping for the beast to not look for him. Hoping so he would not come closer. He prayed to Notch for help before he could hear something exploded. Was that a creeper? No, no please tell him it's not. He was about to stay a bit longer before an explosion quickly blown his only cover away.

And there, back facing the moon, he was staring at him.

He screamed and climbed as he brought a sharp one-sided pickaxe made out of unknown material – perhaps some kind of between diamond and iron – and slammed it beside his head, and the man ran and ran. What the hell?! This never happened before!

Tears poured down his cheeks and he tried to crawl away before the pickaxe landed a few inches from his neck. This made him jump away and look at those eyes.

His eyes.

He slowly moved back, trying to avoid those hypnotic eyes. He could not look away. He moved back and back.

He can't feel the ground underneath him, and with a slip he fell, down into the boiling lava below.

Before he died, he looked at those ghastly eyes and—

You died!

The figure let out a laugh as he could see the player flopping around before he died from the burns Much more amused to see all those valuable ores and diamonds sink into the lava, melting and gone under its heat. From far away, he could hear a loud scream of pure anger and cursing, and he chuckled.

Harassing these players is great.

He got up and dusted his teal t-shirt and hands, proud of another day of his menace, and went back to dig his way back to the Nether.

Serves that foolish player right for summoning the King of Nether to come to his lowly server!

As he got into a cave and dug some while until he breaks the bedrock and sealed them again, he smugly smiled. There are things these players should know about. First of all, he, of all people, is what people think he is, but at the same time, he is far from what they think he is.

Why is that so?

Perhaps these people, of course, are playing Minecraft. Playing, for all gods' sakes, they are playing. Somehow, it is quite queer and hilarious for the demigod to rethink the fact that they can be too absorbed in the blocky game they can think like they are a living being coming out of it or something. Sure, all players are a part of the game, but that does not mean they are born in the game. He meant—nevermind, it is too complicated.

Another fact is the stupidity of people trying so badly and working so hard only to summon him. Yes indeed; lo and behold. The Herobrine, that's him, in front of their peasant bottoms.

Herobrine could not make sure why does these humans summon him a lot of times. The terrible thing is, since a mod to conjure him to their world exists, they had been calling and waiting for him like sheep, ready to be slaughtered. One side, he was pretty cool with it, since it kills his almost-everyday-uselessly-spent-time, but on another side, this makes him very fascinated. Of humans. For their foolishness and pathetic lives.

So, since he has nothing else better to do – except being bored – he decided 'answering their callings gratefully' can be a part of his job. In fact, it is an honor for Lord Herobrine to visit their servers now and then.

So far, he had visited around five hundred to eight hundred Minecraft servers in the world, for those who dared to try summoning him. He would have a lot of fun and watch in amusement as he could hear players screaming from their microphones and running around before trying to attack him, or just running away in the hopes of him not killing them. He would lay out traps too, just in case one of the stupid mortals happened to step on it, like that human hunting game made by Richard Connell, or whoever that is. Fun story. He learned a lot from the one Notch gave to him.

Right now, he was travelling all the way back to a side of the Nether under the bedrock layer. Notch created those indestructible blocks not only to piss players off by showing that they hit the bottom of the earth, but also hide the fact that Herobrine does in fact, exist there, and also his army. Much to everyone's dismay in hopes of finding it, there is only one opening to access his mansion, and he was sure there are no players who would sacrifice their TNTs to blow up all floors of the Nether only to find it, nor they will have the perseverance to use all TNTs in Creative modes. Because it's just a game, they thought, but it's pretty real for him.

Besides, his name is actually not 'Herobrine'. He has his own past, and his own name. It's not your concern for now. Not like he would love to remember anyway.

Herobrine entered his mansion after a few turns in a complicated maze as some creepers bowed in his presence. Skeletons stood firm on either sides of the inner gates, wither skeletons beside them, and Endermen teleporting to and fro to build the new upper wing with sculptured, glowing Netherrack and Glowstones, with the help of some zombies, his mansion is always quite busy. Of course, it was just for killing time, and Herobrine always liked huge homes anyway.

Herobrine walked his way to his throne room, stretching his arms and he heard a satisfying pop. A creeper slowly moved to his side, a tray of cold orange juice on his head and it let out its signature hiss to inform his master of his presence. Herobrine took the glass of orange and poured it on the carpet, and within seconds, zombies came to clean it up, licking the red fabric clean while the creeper's head hung low, leaving the area. An enderman teleported beside Herobrine and served him a glass of old wine, which was immediately taken before the obsidian-colored beast bowed and ported away.

As he walked towards huge carved spruce doors, endermen appeared to open them, and he entered his massive throne room, and sat on the throne, his servants closing the door as he sat. He sipped the wine and sighed. Today is terribly boring as per usual, and he frowned deeply. He needed a new game. A very, very interesting game to ease his never ending boredom. Snapping his fingers, some zombies entered, with books in their arms. They lined neatly beside the throne as one went up the throne, kneeled and presented the book to his ruler. Herobrine took it and read the cover. 'Me and My Unicorn's Secret'...

A second later, the zombie ran out of the throne room, head severed on his arms.

Herobrine sighed. Honestly, they should have a better brain that that? He glared at the line of zombies as another zombie trembled, and moved forward to present his book. Before Herobrine can take it, a loud ringtone blared in the air. Herobrine let out a low growl of exasperation and dismissed his rotten underlings, before pressing a button and a screen popped out of nowhere in the air, a face of a very familiar human filled it.

'Brother! It has been a while!'

Herobrine grunted in annoyance.

Of course, it was someone none other than his god-human-brother, Notch. He seemed like he was in an office, with people typing things behind him and someone passing behind him, carrying some papers.

'I see you are doing well in the Nether? Is it too hot? Too cold? I'll tell Jeb to program the temperature to suit you.'

Herobrine shook his head, a still unamused expression plastered on his face. Notch grinned from the screen at his reaction.

'No problem? Good then! I like to see my little brother good and well-'

'Notch,' another voice could be heard from the background and Notch turned. Jeb was standing beside him, a mug of coffee on his hand. It was Jeb, the programmer, or second-in-charge god.

'What did I tell you about spoiling that virtual being?'

'Shut up, Jeb.' Notch pushed him away and Jeb rolled his eyes, leaving the screen. Notch turned at Herobrine again, a nervous smile coming into view.

'Geez, I'm sorry about Jeb, little brother,' he apologized. 'He thought I'm being funny because I kept talking to you. Maybe he's just jealous.'

Herobrine said nothing, his annoyance gone. Instead he looked down, sighing.

'Bro,' Notch called out meekly. 'Don't feel so bad because you are just a program. I still love you as a lil bro, nonetheless. Besides, I'm quite proud of you. You totally scared my fans' wits off!'

Hearing those, Herobrine smiled smugly. Serves those fools who dared to summon him!

'However,' Notch continued, tone suddenly serious. 'Jeb's kind of right. I think I'm kind of spoiling you.'

Herobrine raised an eyebrow. You don't say?

'I know, I know I'm a mother hen. But listen up. I heard what you've done to the mobs I have given you.'

Herobrine's face fell. He was about to counter when Notch quickly added.

'I saw you treat them as slaves, brother. They are supposed to be your companion. I don't understand why you treat them as... garbage. Whatever it is, I know they are yours, but I don't mean you are to act so menacingly towards them. After all, they are on your side.'

Herobrine waved his brother's face off. Why the 'brotherly lecture' now? They are his. He can do anything to them; in fact, he is the King. He can tell creepers to not explode, to tell endermen to take something less garbage than dirt, and he can also tell zombies to lick his shoes if he really must. Why does he have to care anyway? Not like they will not obey.

'...so I decided to do something.'

Herobrine blinked. Curses, he was too focused in his own thoughts Notch's words were gone unheard. He quickly looked up again, white eyes asking what does the god of Minecraftia wants.

'I made a new Steve.'

Two stories in one day. Yay.

Thank you once more for reading. It is much appreciated.

Sorry for grammar errors and spelling errors.

Notch is Notch, Herobrine is Mojang's... or... a fanon getting canon character of Mojang

Jeb is Jeb

All is well

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