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*Herobrines's POV*
I twirled my sword, glancing around the field. I didn't destroy that village for nothing- it was quite obviously a message for Notch and Steve. Now where were they?!?
I had found out several things since I had gotten into the Overworld. One was that they were becoming a bit industrialized. The second was that Notch was practically worshipped now, like some kind of God. I growled angrily. They should be worshipping ME!
I rolled my eyes (not like it was noticeable though...) as Notch and Steve rode up on horses, both wearing Quartz and diamond armor. "So glad to see you could make it.", I purred, giving them my best I'm-gonna-murder-you-but-I'm-a-suck-up look.
Steve leaned towards Notch. "He's giving us that look.", he whispered. I snorted, getting into a fighting stance, my sword up. Both Steve and Notch dismounted, pulling their swords out. I charged at them...
*Several minutes later*
Notch held onto my shirt, pinning me against a Nether portal. Déjà vu much? My hands were encased in ice, my shoulder sizzled and stung from a blast of ice, and my face throbbed from being flat-bladed by Steve.
Notch sighed. "Brother, why can't you just surrender yourself? You can spend your time in the prisons, then you will be released. We can be a family again." I spit in his face, snarling. "I will never forgive you for the things you have done to me- both of you!", I barked angrily, glaring at both Notch and Steve.
Notch narrowed his eyes. "Very well." He launched me back through the portal, and I landed face first. I groaned, sitting up. That went well.
I bound my shoulder with bandages, and got up, my head spinning slightly. Phil teleported in front of me. "Sir, you've returned!", he said, eyeing my shoulder. I sighed wearily. "Can you make me dinner.", I said flatly. Phil teleported away. I growled, staring at where the portal had been moments before. It would be no use sulking; I must prepare for battle.
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The Life of Herobrine
FantasyThis is the true story of Herobrine. He was not a ghost, a monster, or a demon. He was a man. Although he was a man, he was not a mortal. How is it possible to be a man but not a mortal, you ask? All will be explained. This is a story of hate, love...
