It was a tranquil day in Minecraftia. The unseen birds were twittering, the chickens were laying eggs at a perfect pace, the cows were chatting to each other in their strange cow language, and the pigs were running around, happily getting some exercise. However, not everything was at peace.
Herobrine Jynques stormed off, diamond sword in hand. Notch, Herobrine's brother, had just started a very heated argument, one that had been used for years. Normally, it was just a chance for a laugh, something you could shake off spiteful feelings on. Now, however, the argument was for real. Very real.
"I don't understand why Ican't go out anymore!" Herobrine had yelled.
"It's 'cause people think you're a monster!" Notch snapped.
"Ohh, am I a monster now, huh? That what you're sayin'?"
"YEAH! Maybe I AM!"
"Well then forget you! I'm leaving this Endforsaken biome! I've had enough! If you think I belong with the zombies and the skeletons and the spiders... FINE! Good-bye!"
And with that, Herobrine had stormed off. Now, you have most likely realised the difference between the Mario Bros. and Notch and Herobrine. Herobrine is considered a monster, far too infamous, while Luigi is practically the opposite: shunned, disrespected and forgotten.
As I have said before, a very well-experienced antagonist could bend these things to their advantage. But Luigi and Herobrine are alert and intelligent people, and will not be swayed by evil easily. Plus, even though Luigi may not look it, they are both very experienced fighters. Therefore, it would be hard to get them on evil's side.
But, alas, you have read the summary. And anyway, fate's hand is far too strong to be defeated by anything. Anything.
Herobrine stalked through the biome, mountains rising up around him, farm animals bleating and clucking and mooing and snorting. He slashed angrily at a nearby pig, who squealed and disappeared in a puff of smoke. Herobrine picked up the pork the animal had left behind, and took to nibbling on it uninterestedly.
Soon, he came across a dark cave. Grumbling to himself, he made his way inside. He put up some torches, and realised that the cave was, in fact, a thirty-by-thirty square. Perfect. Plenty of room to stretch out.
Herobrine set to work, getting out a full sixty-four stack of cobblestone and sealing up the gaping mouth. Once he was finished, he punched out a block and replaced it with a glass pane. Stepping back to admire his work, he accidentally knocked into one of his torches, and it flew off the wall.
The room immediately dimmed. Swearing, Herobrine picked up the torch and replaced it on the back wall. That's when a sparkle caught his eye. A familiar sparkle...
"Diamond!" grinned Herobrine, switching to his diamond pickaxe eagerly. The young man raised his pick to mine, and set to work. Soon enough, he had broken through the diamond. However, no diamond fell out. Herobrine swore again, convinced that his brother had planted the "diamond" there.
"Freaking idiot Notch! He deserves to burn in the Nether, with a Ghast eating his ass, and a - huh?"
A scroll, identical to Luigi's, fell out of the fake diamond block. Curious, Herobrine unrolled it. It read exactly the same as Luigi's, except that it bore Herobrine's name, and it said to leave the scroll, with its tribute of blood, outside the abandoned mineshaft to the west. Plus, it talked about giving Notch and the other Minecraftians their come-uppance instead of respect. However, power was there... present as always...
Grinning, though he had no idea why, Herobrine switched to his sword and slashed his arm without hesitance. Blood trickled onto the seal, and it glowed red, before returning to gold.
The slash slowly faded, seeing as Herobrine was not in the least bit hungry. The young man started pacing back and forth in the cave, rubbing his fists together in order to try and work off some of the excess energy he felt.
"Come-uppance... punishment..." he hissed to himself. "Hee-hee! Thisssss isssss perfect!"
Herobrine stopped. He frowned at himself. "Why did I lisp?"
After a while, the young man shrugged it off. "I must be tired..."
He pulled out a bed and placed it down. He climbed into the said bed, and shut his eyes as sleep washed over him. But there was no washing off the insane smile that lit his features...
Notch paced back and forth, just like his brother. His brow was furrowed and he was biting his lip nervously. Behind him, a portal to the Nether hissed and spat. Notch was tempted... so tempted... to just grab his diamond pick and mine furiously at the freaking thing, until its hisses were silenced forever. But he knew he couldn't.
"This is one shitty mess you have yourself in, Notchy," muttered Notch, pulling his iconic black fedora down to his eyebrows. His loyal pets, Blade the wolf and Scythe the black tuxedo cat, sat there, following his movements with their heads.
"I mean, what the Ender were you thinking, sending him off like that?" continued Notch, his bottom lip beginning to draw blood.
"Rrrrruff!" growled Blade, sensing his owner's agitation and anger rising from him (Notch) like heat.
"Mrrrow," said Scythe, washing himself.
"You're right," agreed Notch, turning around. "I should suck it up. He'll come back, he always does."
"That'ssssss a nice diamond pick you got there... it'd be a shame if ssssssomething were to happen to it..."
Notch gaped at the creeper. It wasn't green, but jet-black, with a red glowing mouth and pair of eyes.
"G-get away from me, bastard!" yelled Notch, drawing his sword. "Blade, Scythe! Attack!"
But Blade was backing away, whimpering. Scythe was yowling, his fur standing up.
"Those petsssss aren't going to do you any good," smirked the mutant creeper. "Not at all..."
