Author Note: Hey guys! Back to school is the day after tomorrow. Yes That means I might be busy. I know I havent written stories in a bit but my summer has been crazy! Thanks for waiting and Ill keep wrighting asap. Bye for now! -Lolanice
Herobrine's (pov)
Loneliness. It was all I felt these days. No one to cheer me up. People basically ran from me.
All I ever did was see my brother, which was barley, and try to find some people to hang out
with. One day I was walking my usally walk, when I saw a minecraftian.
Nick's (pov)
I heard about the legend but I thought it was a joke, a scam, a fairy tale. When I saw him out
my window that chilly ice morning I thought my eyes had been tricking me. He keeped coming closer.
I screamed. I thought I heard a soft sigh, and with a blink of an eye he vanished with a thick fog that had never been there before.
Herobrine's (pov)
When I had come closer I wanted to welcome him. Instead he screamed and backed away. It was no
use, not even a new comer ever wanted me as a friend. I then vanished without a comment.
Nick's (pov)
I wondered where he ran off to. Didn't he kill? I scratched my head in confusion. Why did he
leave. Was he to angry? Did he not want to fight? I tried to call out his name but no response
was my answer. Maybe I was lucky...
Herobrine's (pov)
The next morning I approached the house without being visible. I climbed onto of a tree and sat.
I watched the house carefully not even taking my eyes off it. He came out holding his gut what
looked like hunger. I thought to my self there was no animals around in minecraftia at this point,
because my brother had some what by accident, deleted any food available. As for me I could spawn
food out of my bare hands and was willing to share. I carefully approached the man, and he just sprinted into the house without looking back.
Nick's (pov)
The following morning was a peaceful morning to me. I sat down at the table but soon after realized there was no food and I was getting hungry. So I exited the house looking for any
food available. Soon there was Herobrine again, And he had something in his hands. I Could not
see it and thought it might be a weapon. I sprinted into my house as fast as I could with no food,
and a beating heart.
Herobrine's (pov)
I tried knocking on the door but no answer. He was going to starve! I tried to yell at him but all I could hear was loud breathing. I carefully placed 2 apples, 2 carrots, 4 potatoes, 6 pork chops, 9 pieces of rare beef, 4 roasted chickens and 1 loaf of hot steamy bread, by his door and disappeared.
Nick's (pov)
I heard knocking and yelling at the door but I dare not speak. My gut was groaning and I needed food soon or I would literally starve to death. Then the door went silent. Was he gone? I went to peak out of my door but no signs of the beast were there. Only food that had an tasteful mouthwatering oder. I then scooped the food into my arms and returned into the house. Herobrine did this. But..why?
Herobrine's (pov)
I then stayed away from his house for a couple of years. I returned after the fourth year.(food was available the day after I gave him some). I knocked at his door. When He did not answer I thought, Typical guy. I then went to the side of the house to peak in the window when something saddened me. There was a grave. The grave said on it, Nick Alexander Bidenden, and the death date was 3 years after it happened. I was a year to late. I started to weep as tears strolled down my face. I noticed at the bottom it had a message from him it said, "I had no friend but one who I called not just my friend but my best friend, Herobrine. Some say he was a beast but the day he gave me food he cared about my health. If your reading this Herobrine I thank for the food and Hope you live on thinking you had one friend. I know I did. Thanks for caring -Nick" Finally I could say in life I had a friend and once in a while I still visit my friends grave because I know that One person did not run.