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18 hours, 23 minutes, and 31 seconds ago...

Herobine was in nothing but pain.

The being's roar shook the entire throne room as he lie on his side, screaming out from the sudden pain that surges through his body, pulsing every second and robbed him off his ability to breathe normally. He was curling in a tight ball, before jerking and screeching at the top of his lungs, hands clenching together and pressed against his chest in a feeble attempt to lessen the growing pain.

He doesn't know what happened; he didn't even anticipate it. The day was normal and everything was fine. As per usual, he was back from scaring the players out in the Overworld servers, and he was pretty satisfied from the amount of people he managed to scare from the day. Another minute later he was resting comfortably on his Netherbrick throne, and ordered a glass of specially brewed wine from some Endermen. Another minute later he was spacing out, thinking about if he should come and bully the miner once in a while...

And the pain came.

It was nothing at first. Only some aches that starts from his chest. He did notice, and he frowned, because he never felt pain coming from his body. That is why he ordered a glass of water and kept on working on his thoughts. The pain increased, nevertheless, and it started to bother him. Getting down from the throne, he decided to walk around, because usually walking around will decrease the pain. Sometimes he rubbed on his chest and cold sweat started forming on his face, which he would wipe away with his shirt. Is something wrong with him? He never felt something like this before, and it bothered him more than anything at the moment.

About seven minutes later, the first pang of pain brought him to his knees. Another one came, and he still managed to call out for someone.

By the third time, he wailed as he lie down on his back.

He cannot think clearly. Definitely the pain has clouded his mind over, and his breaths came in ragged, short ones. He coughed once or twice before his body curled once more, and Herobrine is feeling sick already. He felt like everything messed up; stomach flipping and his head pounded and a searing pain from his chest. He can barely have any control of his limbs as they went slack, then curled or jerk again as another wave of pain hits him. He felt miserable, he felt nothing but pain.

In his bleary vision, he could see some creepers and endermen and zombies appearing. They seemed frightened, and confused, surprisingly the same with him. The endermen began to speak to each other before some teleported away, and one stayed to watch over their Master. He could feel him touching his forehead and shoulder. Usually Herobrine will punish whoever lowly mob touches him, but at this time, while the King screamed again in agony from the surging pain, he cared less of those trivial matters. The being jerked its hand away from the shaking body as Herobrine tried his best to gulp precious air and breathe normally.

Unfortunately, it is not the end of his problems.

When the final surge of pain hit him, he trashed around, clawing at his chest and howled like never before. He felt a burning sensation on his torso, which spread to the rest of his body, and his body jerked at the stress and shock. He was not sure how long he lie down there, screaming and kicking and screaming even more; his mind went entirely blank and haywire. Nobody seemed to have the guts to hold him still at this point. There was a loud noise of something tearing from inside of him, and after that, he knows nothing but a loud ringing noise.

When he managed to regain his consciousness, everything was still. He was breathing heavily as he lay on his back, his shirt and face wet with sweat and tears and saliva, and his sight is unfocused and dull. Everything seemed so dark, and he felt nothing but cold.

Some mobs seemed to frantically look around as two Endermen nodded in the corner of his vision. As he closed his eyes, he could hear a block being placed, and strong arms pulled him to a sitting position, helping him lean on a block, and the smooth surface of a fabric on his face. 'The Endermen are trying their best to clean him up' is the best thought he could muster at this point. He made no move to stop them, although it's humiliating. There is no time to feel humiliated, and it felt good, too.

He managed to crack his eyes open for a while. Everything is spinning, but he knew something is wrong. The place is not lit. It was dark to the core, and that is very strange. Nether is constantly burning... then, why is it dark? Either he went partly blind, or something is going very, very wrong.

He couldn't think anymore after all he had went through. Somehow he fell asleep as the Endermen tried to talk to him.

Meanwhile, there is a different sight in Overworld.

Steve could not really believe what he just saw. Some time before, the sun was acting very strange this morning as he harvested his wheat farm. It was glowing fierce red, and it seemed bigger than it usually is. Steve never have thought he would see something like this. For a few minutes back there, he stood, his stone hoe forgotten on the grass, as he tried to look at the strange sun, while also using his arm to shield himself from the strong light, as it pulsates and growing bigger in size.

It happened so quickly afterwards.

The sun suddenly got very small in size, and it erupted into a strong, blinding light. Steve quickly closed his eyes and shielded himself as strong gust shot past him some seconds after it happened, which gets colder and colder as it blowed across the plains.

When he opened his eyes, the sight greeting him is darkness. Nothing but darkness everywhere. He looked up and stared, eyes wide and mouth slightly opened in nothing but shock. His mind couldn't register what had happened. He just stood there, frozen, shaken, unable to say anything.

The sun is no more.

And that is the first chapter of this new story!

WARNING: This story has no connection with 'Herobrine', although it uses similar settings.

Thank you for reading.

Answers:

BlackDragon41: (You're my most faithful reviewer tbh. I never reviewed your stories this much I feel bad about it, but thank you so much TwT) Yes, the world is ending 8D, obviously from the title and the things going on. The story will only cover 24 hours full (of Minecraft time), and they will survive in an apocalyptic scene for that long only (because they have no nuclear power whatsoever and they can't stand a chance being there more than a day. You'll see what will happen soon. Thank you anyway!

Utopianking: I'm... not sure if that's a compliment, but if it is, thank you very much for enjoying the story 8D.

Thanks for reading!