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Notch is the Creator of Minecraft.

He is the Almighty God, and all Minecraftians bow down upon his presence, his will, his orders, and swore that they shall, forever, dedicated themselves as followers.

However, Herobrine knows the Almighty is not the heart of Minecraft.

Because he is.

Herobrine is a materialization of fire, created by Notch himself to rule aside him. Although every being would call him as a 'monster' and a bloodthirsty demon, it's not really like that, at least not for him.

Herobrine is just a materialization. His heart may be the sun, his body might be the burning fire, his tongue might be sparks of fire and his eyes might be the light of world itself, but he is unable to feel emotions. He cannot understand humans. He cannot know what is the feeling of happiness, of sadness, of exhaustion, of loss. He is fire; fire has no emotions.

He does not understand humans.

Anyway, humans does not work as anything special. All they do is to praise Notch, and praise Notch they do. They also praise him, of course, with their fear. Fear tastes wonderful, and so is blood. What is wrong with that? Why are they angry at him for taking human lives away? Why are they mourning over their loss? He never mourned for his dead mobs. Ancient gods kill people for blood, and blood is for payment, and payments makes gods happy as well.

What are they complaining about?

The gods did what they do.

They need payment.

What is wrong with a little bloodshed?

What's wrong with feeding the fire blood for a little?

Surely, humans are strange.

1 hour, 27 minutes, and 45 seconds after the sun is put out...

Steve breathed out as he reached the open plains. The winds grew colder as minutes pass, and he is now feeling chills down his body. Gripping his prized diamond sword in his palm, the miner swallowed all the hatred and anger inside of him, at least so he does not look like a raging fool, like what Herobrine used to call him when they are having a battle.

"HEROBRINE!" He hollered, stabbing the ground with the diamond sword as he does. His voice echoed in the darkness. Hearing no reply, the human gritting his teeth and inhaled.

"Herobrine!" He called again, this time lower, with his fear and anger eating him inside out. "I just need to talk! If you want to fight, then come and fight me! But for Nether's sake, explain what yourself! What have you done?! Are you out of your mind?!"

"Crops will die, people will suffer! I know this is one of your petty jokes, but this is too far!" Steve was not sure if he was reasoning or ranting. The 'demon' would not listen anyway, but at least he tried. Still hearing no reply, the miner started to tense. Usually, Herobrine would ambush him from the shadows, laughing at his 'idiocy' and his 'lack to fight like a warrior'. The thought angered him even more, and he grabbed his diamond sword and swung it to the darkness in front of him.

"LOOK HERE!" He roared, particularly at no-one, but directed clearly at his doppelganger. "Lives are at stake! If the sun is out for so long, we'll all die! You like to see us suffer, huh?! You want to see us beg and lick your heels?! Well, we are never going to bow down to you! We are not going to let you do this! You better come here like a man! You can slay me, you can torture me, burn me, anything! Just come here and stand here and answer my darn questions, will you?! Aren't you the fearful demigod, huh?! Why in all Aether and Nether would you hide yourself now?! Explain yourself, you bright eyed, monster frea-"

Steve stopped himself. Halfway through the rant, he was not aware of what he was thinking. And now he had gone too far and insulted Herobrine that much. Once, he did call him a monster, and the demon is not amused by the nickname, and lashed out twice harsher than he usually does.

Great. Well done, Steve.

Steve shakily look around. Left leg bent, shoulders up, sword straight to the front and his eyes darted around, gulping. Surely, he didn't hear that, did he? If he did, he's really screwed.

No answers came, and his previous confusion and anger was replaced with even more fear and worry.

"...This is not funny, Herobrine. If you want us to fear you more, don't do something like this." The man pleaded, looking around for any signs, any reaction. "...Okay, okay! Almighty Nether Prince, the King of the world and the most powerful demigod ever, I am serious. Go on and kill me, but this is not funny. This is definitely not funny. I know you're hiding somewhere, now let's stop this game of 'Fear-me-more' and do what you like!"

Nothing answered him except the howls of now stronger, colder winds.

Steve lowered his sword. This is not funny. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears, and he started to get anxious. Herobrine is not answering. Herobrine, his worst enemy, is not answering.

Has something happened to him?

"He must've done this. Surely... He must have..." Steve muttered to himself. A side of him started to slowly realize a possibility that 'He' might not have anything to do with all of this. Another side wanted to keep believing that it is his fault.

But what if it is not Herobrine's wrongdoing?

He has no more courage to think what is beyond that.

Herobrine swayed as he slowly advanced forward. His steps felt heavy as he walked, and he is somewhat grateful of an Enderman is beside him to support him. The air is getting colder and colder, and he shivered. The darkness is not helping at all. He squinted his eyes to get a better vision, but no matter how hard he tried, he still see pitch black darkness. He clicked his tongue and sighed. First his powers drained out, now his night vision also faded away. The Enderman beside him, sensing his Master's uneasiness, stopped midway and supported him as he slightly leaned on his long, black arm.

Master, should we stop for a while?

"No. Keep going," He breathed through his teeth. "I can keep on going. I will be fine."

The Endermen has no objection to that. They had left their family back at Nether. They are out here in the Overworld, with ten for every kinds of Mobs. Behind the marching Endermen are the Creepers, followed by the Pigmen and zombies. The Skeletons marched in the front on spiders, and Withers are on the side, accompanied by cave spiders. The Ghasts stayed back to guard the Nether, along with the children and the rest of the mobs, and the Blazes cannot leave into colder places.

They are really out of time, but it does not mean their Master should force himself to go.

Master, you are unwell-

"I said I am fin-" Herobrine stopped as he went silent, staring blankly at the ground in front of him. The Enderman waited for a while, before he uneasily shook his spaced out Master. Herobrine blinked and looked at the Enderman, as if snapped out from a trance.

...Master? It asked again, and Herobrine's expression changes into an expression of realization that he indeed, had just spaced out.

"..It's nothing," He muttered. "While of course, my senses may have dropped significantly, but I can still have a good sense of instinct and hearing... But I swore I heard that human miner calling out for me,"

You mean the 'Human'?

"Correct." Herobrine answered quickly, his expression darkened. "...and I believe he just said something that got on my nerves..."

Should we go to his location? We shall teleport you to make your journey easier.

"No. I do not think it is necessary. Doing that will result in longer trip, and also too much burden."

Affirmed.

"And I assume they will blame me for everything that happened. I am the 'Monster' after all. They will eventually blame me of all the bad things happening to them." He chuckled darkly. "Once, I heard a child blamed me for his broken clay mug..."

The Enderman abruptly chirped as his Master once more tumbled forward, coughing and wheezing. Clearly, he is not as fine as he said he was. The Enderman knelt as he tried to ease Herobrine's terrible coughing, and then looked at the mobs behind him. Some creepers and his brothers are concerned for their Master, although it is mixed with the fear for staring at the end and sudden death straight in front of their faces. Some faces are of feigned worry. He could not bring himself to trust those pigmen and zombies.

No worries. If any of other mobs dared to touch His Majesty, his brothers and himself will show no mercy. It is not important by now. Their utmost concern is the safety and health of their King.

He needs help. One of his brothers walked forward from the formation. We have no choice but to bring him to the humans.

Yeah. Now that he is no different than them, huh? A zombie muttered. See, because uhhh... Humans. They can get sick. Master just got sick. Maybe he human?

The other mobs looked at him, and the zombie tilted his head to a side. Well uhh... because uhmm.. I just... random thought. Not sure why said that.

"N-No... just keep on going..." Herobrine growled, pushing himself up.

Agreed. Humans. Hate us. A skeleton clunked. Go to village for no good. Walking all the way is preferable.

Herobrine nodded anyway, his pride hurting. He has been nursed by his mobs. He felt useless and small, and it will be better if he died right then.

But he's not bringing this world to an end. No matter how he wanted everyone to go kill themselves already.

Because maybe, maybe now that he felt like he has nothing left but his pride, he felt afraid.

Steve has dragged his sword back to the village. He has been trying to call out for Herobrine for a long time, and he is now anxious from accumulating fear.

No answer.

No answer...

Nothing...

...is even more scarier than Herobrine's mightiest blows.

Steve gulped down. The stress was pinning down on him. It scared him more than anything. The darkness, the silence, the iciness... Everything. Even no mobs are howling and growling, and it made him even more frightened than never before. The first time he mined was when he was very young. Now he is in his half thirties, unmarried, and he never felt this kind of pressing, heavy fear in the mines, or even in the deepest place in the Nether. His face was tense from pure fear, and he could not take his eyes off the ground. He stood there, stopping in the middle of the way, and his sword slipped away from his grip.

How he loathed himself for not being able to comprehend anything. How he hated himself for not knowing anything. How he loathed himself for being so frightened. Well, not knowing anything does generate fear. Didn't the elders used to say something like that? His lack of knowledge of Herobrine's whereabouts and his condition made him scared. Darkness and all these happening around him made him scared.

Herobrine is right. He is a coward. He is such a fool.

He could not get his eyes off the ground. Now what...? Are they hopeless?

'What should I do..?' He gulped. 'Oh Notch, what should I do...? I have no idea what is going on... I'm used to blame Herobrine for everything... But something is up... and it might not be one his doings. I'm scared. Please, please what should I do...?'

He dragged himself down to the gravel road nearby, his diamond sword lying away from him. He sighed. He was hopeless beyond belief.

"Steve! Miner!"

Steve looked up at someone mentioning his name. Some villagers are packing up, and piling their chests on some iron golems, while some took their mules and get their kids on. A villager walked to him, scoffing.

"These stupid idiots are going to leave the village!" The villager harrumphed. "No matter what we say, they won't obey what you say. Said something about the End of times or something blasphemous."

Steve felt his heart dropped to the bottom of his stomach. It makes sense now. The sun put out, the intense darkness and cold, Herobrine's silence...

So that is what is going on right now...?

...The end of the world..?

"...told him that nothing is wrong, and that Herobrine might be behind all of these things. He won't believe it. Someone used to say an End will never happen and he mentioned this uh... Book of Prophecies and-"

"...No..." Steve shook his head. "No... NO! EVERYONE! PACK YOUR MULES! GET YOUR FOOD! WE HAVE TO GET OUT OF HERE!"

"Miner-" The villager stared at him confusedly as Steve ran into the village, screaming at the top of his lungs.

"...Supposed to be far up to the East..." Herobrine murmured, the glow in his eyes flickering as another cough racked through his body. The Endermen are very concerned now, and the other mobs are getting restless. The lack of sun is now bothering them. No matter how the sun will hurt most of them, it still made them wary and alarmed at all cost when it is no longer there. It felt alien to them, and they don't like it.

We shall move there right away. An Enderman said, and everyone nodded in unison as Herobrine tried to stand up, again for the umpteenth time by that time, shakily and weakly, assisted by his Endermen.

"Sss..." A creeper hissed, squinting at something that looks odd from far away. Through the darkness, it can still see something that bothers it. Something far darker than the darkness around them is coming closer and closer. It hissed more, hoping it can attract the attention of the other mobs and its King.

Say whuhhh? A zombie moaned. The creeper continued turned and jumped around, hissing and repeatedly pointing at the strange sighting with the gestures of his head.

"Cease that noise at once," Herobrine muttered. "What on Minecraft are you fooling ab-"

Herobrine's eyes went wide at the sight in front of him. For some seconds, he stared at the horizon, before turning at his mobs.

"Move. Now," He commanded. In confusion, the mobs stayed still looking back and forth at each other.

"I said: MOVE!" He barked, and a creeper hissed, commanding all of them to run forward. The Enderman apologized quickly before he hauled his Master onto his shoulder and ran, caring less if the formation broke immediately after. Cold air went pass them, and Herobrine tensed almost immediately.

"Fools, what are you doing?! Teleport immediately!" Herobrine yelled, looking back and forth. It is getting closer, and he clicked his tongue. It does not matter if it still is far away, but it is moving fast, and if they are not hurrying, at the end it will catch up to them. He growled. "When I said now, I said-"

Your Highness, we have tried! An Enderman shouted from the front, a creeper tucked under his arm. We cannot teleport! It is not working!

"You can't what?!" Herobrine snapped, bewildered.

Your Highness, I am afraid we cannot-

"I HEARD WHAT YOU SAID!" He hollered. "I do not care anymore, JUST RUN!"

With this, a loud noise of the winds rushed past them. As Herobrine turned to see what is behind him, he growled.

It is catching up fast. The Darkness has arrived, and it is after them.

This is no longer a game.

This is the race for survival.

This is how things are going down into chaos in the matter of an hour.

And now that you all know that there are about 80 mobs following Herobrine and there are a village, guess what happened to them to only leave a creeper and a villager behind.

Because I am mean.

I am not sure if I made it suspense enough, but I wanted to catch up with this story for a while. Don't worry, I will still update Herobrine, but for the next two chapters, I will keep updating this story because the idea's really fresh in my mind and I can't wait to write how messed up apocalyptic scenes are.

So yeah,

Answers:

BlackDragon41: First of all, thank you. And yes, this fic is about to hit any readers who loves Herobrine and Steve with a wave of feels. Now, first of all, yes. If it is not really clear just yet, Herobrine is fire, which is explained above. Now, when I said Herobrine's heart is the sun, his blablabla and bla, I mean it both literally and poetically. His heart is the sun. Now when the sun is put ut, no, he does not die, but it will make him violently ill and weak, because his power source has been cut off. Thus, with the absence of the sun, which is his power source, light vanished because Herobrine is the materialization of fire and light. And a reason he is stoppign end is not really for only his mobs. He is still a selfish and proud chap, he is. And his mobs are all loyal? Oh man, we'll see about that. And of course, Steve kind of understands it is the End after a villager told him about something in the prophecies. But before that, he started to doubt because if some crazy demon is after you and doesn't answer you when you called out for him, either he is really being a troll, or it means serious business. But anyway, thank you for your nice comments, and I will keep trying to make the story more intense. D

herobrineiscute : ...I.. I kind of not following...? I don't really understand what you are saying, but thanks for the comment ... she...? Huh...?

So yeah, thank you for reading!