Just a Farmer (Herobrine x Reader)

Chapter 1, Intro

  (A/N) Warning Swearing in story (A/N)

You hated working on the farm, you had the help of your younger sister and your mother. But they were physically weaker then you so you had to do the heavy lifting around there because your father died from a weird and random lighting bolt. You were only told that because you were to young to know when it happened. The only time you got a break was every full moon and special celebrations. You weren't allowed to go out at night because of mobs, but you knew how to handle yourself so you would sneak out at night. You lived near a village in the plains, but not to far away there was a forest and past that mountains.

You never made it to the mountains because it was to far but travelers told you about it. Your farm was also a lodge. Men and women would travel through the area for trade and adventure. They would tell stories and all you loved the stories they would tell . You wanted to have your own adventure, but your mother needed you to stay. So you stayed, and helped around the farm and lodge. It was late at night and in the main room. A few men were circled around in some chairs telling stories and adventures.

You walked in to the room after a long day of work covered in dirt. You always listened into the stories, you walked over to an open chair and sat down. The men stopped there converstation and looked at her. A man with a long brown beard said "Little miss, I don't think you'll like to hear our gruesome stories"

You looked at him "Do I look like a little miss to you sir, because I sure am not one" He stayed silent. "You may resume your story sir, I am only here to listen" He and the rest stared for a moment. Then he began to resume his story. One by one they told a story, then it made it to a man wearing an old shaggy hat, gray hair and a gray beard.

"My story is of the demon Herobrine" The older man said, they all gasped at the mention of Herobrine. You had never heard of this Herobrine. "I lived happily with my wife and my 2 sons on a small farm like this in the mountains. It was a peaceful life tell one day a man, by the name of Steve ran to my house banging on my door. I answered it the man was begging for a place to stay. Something was off about him, he seemed torn apart nervous, watchful. He was very jumpy, he kept repeating the name Herobrine and saying he's coming. The man stayed for two days then left. After a few days later, something was really wrong, the sky was always cloudy, animals just disappeared, trees would randomly start on fire. My sons were becoming worried at this, so I ventured out to find the source of this chaos. I found no source of this chaos after two days of searching. When I walked back to my home, I saw in the distance smoke going up into the sky. I ran towards it faster then I had ever done.

"When I reached the source it was my farm up in flames. I tried to reach my family in the fire but it was too much. I saw in the house my wife limp body being held up by the neck by a man that looked almost looked the same as the Steve guy. This man was not phased by the fire sounding him. I yelled out the name Steve, causing him to drop my wife's body and look at me. His eyes were pure glowing white, in one flash he appeared in front of me.

He knocked me to the ground and yelled at me were is Steve. I replied quickly in fear I don't know he left days ago. He was silent, I asked who our you. He yelled Herobrine, Then with a flash he disappeared. I lost everything that day, my children, my wife, my farm, my pride and honor. And to this day I will always remember the name Herobrine." He finished his story standing up, the rest of the men stood too. They all walked off to there rooms. You stayed sitting there sitting pondering over the story, you never had heard of the man named Herobrine. You shrugged it off and walked up to your quarters. You sat on your bed for a few moments, then you noticed something smelled.

After a few seconds you smelled your cloths, you almost gaged. You jumped up, grabbing a satchel and an Iron sword. You slung the satchel and your back and held you sword in your right hand. You needed to bath yourself. It was night and you weren't allowed to go out but you needed to bath and heck you broke the rule all the time. You climbed out your window and down a vine to the ground. You ran as fast as you could to the forest, a stream was there were you used to bath yourself. Running as fast as you could to avoid any mobs, you crashed into a tree. You seemed to be good at running into the same tree when ever you went out. You shook your head and began a jog through the trees to the stream. As you arrived you pulled the satchel from you shoulder. You went to the bank of the stream. Kneeling down, you reached your hand into the water. It was cool, but soothing feeling. You set down your satchel and sword, you stood up. You looked around for any mobs, none. You slipped off all your cloths, quickly, you then jumped into the water.

You where surrounded by cold water, but with your recent run, it felt good. You sat under the water for a few seconds letting the water soak into your hair. You then came up for air, you looked around again, nothing, then grabbed a bar of soap from the bag. You scrubbed your self down, then grabbed your cloths and washed those. You stayed in the water a little longer just enjoying the peace and quiet. Then you heard a snap of a twig, you spun around to look at were the sound came from. You swam over to were your sword laid, you had this happen before, when a mob wondered along when you were bathing yourself. You grabbed the sword and pulled it into the water with you.

You watched the spot of were the sound came from. A creeper then walked out, it didn't notice you at first. Which gave you time to aim your sword at its head. It came towards you. You threw the sword, the blade slammed into its skull killing it instantly. You got out of the water quickly and dressed your self.