Hello, Herobrine
Steve wiped his crusty eyes, his brown lashes still wet with tears. The miner couldn't remember that last time he cried, it's been awhile. He wished it could've stayed that way. This shouldn't have happened. If he had not been so stupid and befriended a mob on this World of hell, it wouldn't have died such an inhumane, absolutely horrible death. It was all his fault.
Steve looked down at the god-stick in his hand, sniffling depressively. Well...at least I know how powerful this thing is now... It can send another player hundreds of blocks up in the air and thousands of blocks far, far away. I don't think Herobrine will be able to come back to me for awhile now.
The young miner's hatred for Herobrine was through the roof. Never had he felt so angered and unsettled by another Being in his entire existence in Minecraftia. Steve felt confident that if he did see Herobrine again, he would use the enchanted stick on him once more. He would do it as many times as he needed. He would do it till the end of time, for Nethersake.
Steve brought a hand up to wipe his wet cheek, sniffling a bit in remembrance of the blue parrot. Come on, Steve. Move on. Come on, you have to do this.
With much difficulty, he slowly rose to his feet and staggered towards his crafting table, chests, and furnaces in the small cave. As soon as he got to his furnace, he fell down to the cold, stone ground and grabbed some raw meat out of his chest, pushing it into his furnace desperately, his body weak from physical and emotional pain. His right arm was still on fire, it needed a healing potion or at least a golden apple. Cooked beef would hopefully heal it a bit, but it wouldn't heal it all the way. Steve really needed a golden apple.
The Alpha player's eyes lit up as he remembered that he had gathered some spare gold ingots from a monster spawner chest. He also realized that he could make some iron armor to better protect himself and his arm while it healed.
Steve wearily pushed open his chest with his good hand and turned pale. Wait. Where is my ore? No. No...
The young miner rummaged through his two chests, searching in every slot—in every possible place his ore could be. It wasn't there. The only ore Steve found was the ore he had recently mined up here. He didn't have any of his ore from the ravine. Steve sighed and face-palmed. He remembered that he had put his ore in a secret chest in his bedroom there. He completely forgot that it was hidden there.
"Stupid, stupid!" Steve scowled at himself, pulling his cooked beef out of his furnace and gulping it down angrily. Now he would have to travel all the way back to the ravine...across the grassland, through the jungle, and he would have to do all of this in the middle of the night. Unbelievable.
Is it really worth it? Steve thought, wondering if making the journey just to get his ore was really needed. Then again, he had gotten so much ore in the ravine...over two stacks of iron, he believed. Screw it. I'm going back. It's not like Herobrine's going to be able to get me. He's not. He can't. He's wounded and thousands of blocks away. I don't have to worry about the parrot either because it's dead... All I have to worry about now is myself.
Steve felt a bit lonely as he traveled back into the jungle. With the warm wind blowing against him and the bright stars shining above his head, he really wished Alex was here to journey with him. She was a fearless, strong player. She could venture through any World infested with Herobrine monsters with a beaming smile and a sword full of hope and confidence. Sometimes Steve wished he could be more like her. He wished that he could feel strong and confident all the time. She is blessed to feel that way continuously.
The Alpha player sighed and looked at the ground as he walked, his posture slouched and sloppy. He remembered how fascinated he used to be with Herobrine and everything surrounding him. He remembered how much he yearned to meet him and talk to him. He remembered reading Minecraftia's News and watching viral videos of Herobrine that were leaked to the whole Minecraft community. Oh, those were the days...
Now that Steve has actually met Herobrine, he has realized that all of those things he used to do were simply foolish. Herobrine was an awful Being. He was terrible. Even worse, he didn't even look like the pictures posted all over the News. He was scraggly and skinny. His eyes didn't glow and he could fly. Players said that Herobrine's eyes glowed and that he could only levitate, not fly. Well, they were all wrong. They are so, so wrong. Fools.
Steve gave off a big sigh of sadness. He secretly wished that Herobrine would've looked like the Herobrine in the News—the handsome, strong, intimidating god that could destroy a player just with the pierce of his white, glowing eyes.
Steve thought of Herobrine's face as he walked, thinking about his piercing eyes and tanned face, his large arms and strong chest. Why didn't the real Herobrine look like this? Why did he look so different than the one in the News? Steve didn't understand. Steve didn't really want to either. He only wanted to continue fantasizing about meeting the Herobrine on the News.
"Maybe I should pay Notch a visit..." Steve muttered under his breath as he stepped over a jungle log. He should probably report to Notch and tell him about what he's discovered and encountered so far. He should definitely tell Notch about how Herobrine didn't even know what the enchanted stick was upon first glance at it and how Steve ended up hitting him with it. The player from Alpha remembered that Notch said that Herobrine knew what the stick was and that he would probably go to Notch once he saw it.
Well, that did NOT happen. The complete opposite happened! Why is everything everyone has ever told me wrong? Why is everything I thought I knew about Herobrine wrong? This is hell.
Quite frankly, Steve would be happy to pay Notch a visit. He would do anything to get a break from this World.
Steve made it to the oak forest before he knew it. There were still a few hours of night left as well, enough time for him to get to the ravine. He wasn't that worried about traveling undercover, though. There's no way Herobrine's going to try to come after him again. It's literally impossible.
The forest floor was extremely dark, making Steve squint in effort to see where he was stepping. For all he knew, he could fall into—
Steve screamed as his foot never came into contact with the ground. His body lurched forward and he fell into a dark opening in the forest floor. Air rushed up Steve's shirt as he swirled downwards, twisting and turning desperately in effort to see what was going on and where he was. When Steve gained control over his falling body, he looked below him and realized that he was falling straight into the ravine he had mined in a while ago. He let out another scream and shut his eyes, praying to Notch that his death would be quick...
The miner's legs hit the water first, his back second. His body plunged into the ravine's waterfall, tumbling down the water stream and onto the cold, stone floor. Steve spurted cave water out of his mouth and panted in shock. I should've died. I should've died... but I didn't.
Steve slowly got to his feet and squinted in the darkness, seeing that he had indeed fallen into the small waterfall that spilled out of the ravine's wall. That was just...lucky.
The miner sighed in distress and ran across the cold ravine floor to the cave where his bed used to be. He quickly broke the stone wall behind the spot where his bed used to be and found his ore chest, gathering all of the iron, gold, coal, red stone, and diamonds from inside it. He had five diamonds—just enough to make a pickaxe and a sword. Steve would start crafting these materials soon, but first he needed to warm up. The cave water was very cold and he was drenched in it from head to toe. He didn't know how he was going to get warm though, there was no sun out for him to bask in and he didn't have flint and steel to create a fire.
Wait... Herobrine's lava pool is down here.
Steve shuddered. Was it really a smart idea to get so close to Herobrine's buildings at this time? No, it wasn't a smart idea at all, but at the same time, Herobrine was long gone and Steve really needed to warm up. Steve was the powerful one right now, Herobrine was the weak one. Steve shouldn't be afraid.
The young miner quickly sprinted over to the opposite side of the ravine, going to the cave in which Herobrine's redstone torch trail was...except now the trail was gone.
Wait, what? That's impossible.
Steve searched for the trail, but it had vanished into thin air. It was if it was never there. The miner's eyes flickered around the dark cave, his head spinning. Steve felt as if he has lost his mind. But no, that is IMPOSSIBLE. It can't be gone, that is impossible. Herobrine was with ME, he wasn't here. And then when I told him about the redstone torch trail and Nether portal, he didn't even know where they were because he's so forgetful. He had no clue that I was staying in this ravine. It is literally IMPOSSIBLE for them to be gone.
But they were. There was not a single red stone torch in the cave.
Oh my god...am I losing my mind? Was Herobrine right? Have I lost my mind? Oh my god... What if it was all a dream? What if there really was no redstone torch trail?
Steve panted crazily, trying his best to calm himself. He didn't know what was going on. He didn't even know what was real or fake at this point. All he knew for sure is that he was in this ravine now and that he was drenched in cold water.
"I don't care if I'm crazy! I'M GOING DOWN THERE NOW." Steve uncontrollably shouted at the World, leaping into the dark cave and down into the depths of the Underworld, following the "invisible" torch trail.
The frantic player ran through the cave system, huffing and puffing like a mad man. Anyone who saw him would think he's crazy for sure. He was running through a dark cave without placing any torches down, he was drenched head to toe in water, and was talking to himself quite loudly. Steve looked crazy.
"See? This is what happens when you mess with me, HEROBRINE," Steve yelled into the cave, his voice echoing off of the walls of the dark tunnel. "I'm starting to ACT LIKE YOU. CRAZY, CARELESS, AND IMPULSIVE, HUH? I LOVE ACTING LIKE THIS! IT FEELS GREAT."
Player Steve came to a screeching haunt when he suddenly saw a faint glow in front of him along a cave wall. He grinned and giggled insanely, sprinting towards the glow as fast as the ender dragon could fly. His shoes squelched loudly and his wet shirt smacked against his chest rapidly, as if telling him to slow down.
When Steve turned the corner, he was greeted with Herobrine's lava pool and Nether portal. Steve practically rejoiced right on the spot. "AHA! I'm not crazy! I'm not crazy! It's here!"
The soaked miner quickly ran to the lava pool, laying beside it on the cave floor, the stone floor warm from the heat of the lava. He sighed in comfort and quickly took his shirt off, basking in the warmth of the lava. Oh, how nice it felt. His skin warmed quickly and he closed his eyes in comfort. I'm not crazy. His stuff is here. I wasn't dreaming. I don't know how the torches disappeared, but I'm not crazy and that's all that matters.
Steve smiled and laid by the lava pool in silence, regaining his sanity. "I'm not crazy. I was right, that torch trail WAS here...at one point in time, that is. But I'm not crazy. I'm not..."
The miner rolled on his side and gazed into the lava pool dreamily. What if... What if the Herobrine from the News was here? What would he do? Would he try to force me into the Nether with him as well? Would he cuss at me and hurt my arm too?
Steve's eyelids drooped and his smile turned upside-down. He has been quite pensive since his last encounter with Herobrine. He finally realized how rude and selfish the god was. He didn't care about Steve. Not at all. Not only did he not care for his emotional well-being, but also his physical health.
The player from Alpha wrapped his tan, warm arms around his chest, as if hugging himself for a few moments. Steve just wanted to feel accepted. He just wanted to feel safe...but he never will be around Herobrine. Steve's heart clenched and his long, lost desires of wanting to meet Herobrine evaporated with the burning heat of the lava.
Suddenly, the sound of an enderman teleporting echoed throughout one of the cave's many tunnels. Steve sighed and pushed his face into his arm, still laying on his side. That was the first monster sound he's heard on this World.
Steve listened attentively for the sounds of the enderman, such as it's screaming or footsteps in order to determine how far away it was from him. Interestingly enough, Steve heard no other sounds. It was completely quiet in the cave system again...eerily quiet.
Suddenly the miner's stomach tightened and his heart started beating faster than normal. Wait. That was a teleportation sound.
Steve slowly lifted his head up and scanned the cave clearing wine was in, his pupils wide with fear. That might've not been an enderman. That might've been...
A huge gust of cold wind hit Steve, causing him to give off a surprised cry and roll up into a ball, his bare chest being hit mercilessly with the wind. Steve whispered in discomfort and pure fear as the wind blew against his body, almost freezing his skin right off. He didn't understand where it was coming from or what was happening, but the rapid beating of his heart reminded him that he was still alive.
After a few, long moments, the wind disappeared, leaving Steve in a shuddering mess. He slowly lifted his shaking head and panned his purple eyes around the cave fearfully, his heart beating faster than ever before.
What was that? I've experienced that like, three times now! Does that mean that he's close to me or something? No...oh Notch, please, no...
Steve quickly huddled closer to the lava in effort to warm his freezing body again, his teeth chattering. The miner decided to sit up and take his shoes off to warm his feet as well. He sighed in comfort as he did this.
As he sat there, he noticed the sign on the Nether portal again, like last time. He remembered that he had written, "hi" on it with a smiley face as a joke. Steve chuckled a little at remembering this.
The teleportation sound happened again, echoing far off into the many tunnels in the Underworld. Steve sat there in fear, stiff as a fence post, his eyes wandering around helplessly. So, there were two sounds. That probably means that someone came here, then left, just now. At least I think they did? Oh my god...this is terrifying. What if he's watching me right now...just waiting for the perfect time to pounce and push me into the Nether for some unknown reason.
Steve's cheeks turned pink and he nervously ran a hand down his tan, bare chest. He didn't want Herobrine to see him without a shirt on...
The miner pulled his now warm and dry teal shirt back over his head, fluffing his brown hair around a bit. Come on Steve, at least make yourself look presentable so you don't look like you're deranged and crazy...which you totally aren't.
He sighed and slowly walked over to the Nether portal, placing his hand on the obsidian blocks longingly, his eyes full of curiosity. He then bent down and knelt on the stone floor, looking at his sign and giggling foolishly, shaking his head side to side. Oh Steve, you're such a lonely loser...
But Steve soon realized that the signed looked a bit different than how he left it before. He squinted and got close to it, kneeling a block away from the sign to better help him study its features.
In the middle of the sign, in neat, precise handwriting, were the words: Hello, Steve.
