What if? (Yandere Herobrine x Reader) One-shots

Closer (Herobrine x Reader) *Fluff*

A/N: This one-shot takes place during Chapter 15 of "You Will Love Me." In this alternate scenario, Herobrine catches you on the balcony before you could attempt to end your life. It contains a lot of heavy themes, emotion, and fluff so make sure you have a box of tissues handy. :')

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You stared out the window, watching the clouds turn dark. Your eyes were glossy, and your heart felt as if it had no pulse. The dawning epiphany that you would never escape was clear. You knew that no matter how far you ran, he would find you. No matter how long you were hiding, he'd come to you in your sleep to torment you and force you back to him. There was no way out. There was no use in denying it any longer. It was all your fault. It was all your fault. It was all your fault. There were no more tears, no more nothing now that you knew what you had to do. Your hand drifted to the diamond necklace that rested on your collarbone, the same necklace that was responsible for Steve's death. In that moment, a crash of thunder echoed from outside, causing your mind to stir. You could see yourself outside of your body again, just like the day when Steve hurt you. You watched yourself climb the stairs, up and up until you were on the highest floor. Your eyes were watery from not blinking, and the soul dwelling inside you seemed to be in a daze, uncaring and distant. The guards, unaware of your state, paid no mind when you approached the wide balcony that viewed the mountains from the west side of the mansion. In a blank tone, you asked to be alone. They left. They assumed you simply wanted more space to cry. They knew you couldn't escape, not from this height.

Of course, they didn't know you weren't planning on escaping alive.

You placed both hands on the polished quartz railing. The diamond necklace was placed on the surface when you knelt onto the ground just as drops of rain began to fall all around you. Nobody would care if you were gone. The villagers back home would continue trading, they would let your legacy drift into a mere myth. Your dark oak house would become an abandoned shack for sketchy wanderers. It would be a sanctuary for mobs who couldn't find a source of shade by the time the sun came up. Prysm would finally be safe. He wouldn't have to worry about shielding you, protecting your interests. He wouldn't have to risk his life or his reputation every day by speaking to you. Your death would be a minor inconvenience for Erebus, and for the Captain. Herobrine would have no choice but to let you go. You were sure he too would forget about you after a couple of years.

You were shaking when your hands gripped the railing. Slowly, you stood, stepping up and over it so that you were now on the other side, looking out at the sunlight spilling from behind the rain. It was then when you felt like you were back in your body. You looked down at the distant ground, knowing that jumping would mean death. Normally you would've scolded yourself for the idea of doing such a thing... but life wasn't normal anymore. Besides, the fact that Steve was the first to go oddly made you feel... reassured. If Notch was real, if heaven existed, then you'd be together again. Or perhaps whatever God was up there would feel angry by your means of death. Perhaps he would be so offended by your existence he'd send you to a fiery pit along with Steve for his similar, sinful endeavors. Your hands became loose on the railing, your feet trembling as you stood on the ledge, contemplating your fate. You saw the diamond necklace you had let go of in the corner of your eye. Its jewels teased you and grounded you, like a pair of shackles waiting for you to give up. 

No, you told it. I'm done being a prisoner. You inhaled deeply, thinking about your life. You thought about Speckle, your horse, about the daisy field, about the beautiful Lake Steve had showed you, and about all the times you spent lying down on the roof of your humble home staring up at the stars when it was near twilight. You thought about the mines, meeting Herobrine, sharing your first kiss with him. You also thought about dancing with Steve back in the mountains, about the upbeat jukebox that somehow made you smile. A tear rolled down your cheek, your life flashing before your eyes. You saw the good, the bad... all the things you loved and regretted. One of your leather sandals fell off of your foot. You allowed it to do so just so you could watch it fall. You wondered if it would be quick. You wondered if you would die instantly from the impact or perhaps bleed out from whatever wounds inflicted upon your being.