Prologue: Herobrine?
Yeah, reading up on all those Minecraft fanfictions really did not help in terms of sleep.
I flop back on my bed, my head swimming with all the legends of mysterious kingdoms, rebelling mobs, and lone adventures, and most of all, Herobrine. Gah, why are half the fanfictions out there about Herobrine in some way or another?
Well, I shouldn't be complaining. I mean, he is pretty cool for Notch's dead brother.
I let out a low moan, not unlike an Enderman's, and roll onto my back. I look up. The projection from the clock on the ceiling reads 2:07am. Oh my God. I'll never be able to sleep now.
I grab my Sansa and plug my earbuds in, turning on the song Cube Land by Laura Shigihara. It's the only Minecraft song I have on that old thing, and I've had enough time staring at my iPod screen tonight.
Gently, the song plays, and involuntarily, I find myself singing along.
"I'm in a cube land.
"I dig with cold hands.
"I use these tools to try and climb out of this, my sudden hate . . .
"Two, three:
"My door is open.
"Skeletons and Zombies
"I am broken
"As they walk all over me.
"But if I keep building walls, maybe they'll stay away . . ."
Slowly, my singing fades away and I drift off to sleep.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand, guess who was in my dream tonight.
Yup.
Herobrine.
Those eyes, oh god, those eyes of his . . . the people weren't kidding. They're just not right. He just stared at me from the other side of my bed, no, not just that.
People say that he solely focuses on the player, ignoring everything else even if attacked, and disappears if approached. The last part isn't true. I watched him from my bed and inched closer until I was right up in his face, and he didn't disappear. He just stared.
We engaged in a silent staring contest for a good five minutes, me trying not to blink and wondering what the heck was going on in his mind until he gently touched my left arm. I backed away, and lines and lines of coding started running up my arm, crawling up my back until it hit my head. It came with the same feeling as being hit with a sledgehammer and I fell forward, passing out at his feet.