The Haunted ships and one-shots!

Herobrine x Collin

Suggested by kirsche50800
Slow at first with suggestive themes towards the ending on the middle. Enjoy! (I ship it..)
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Collin's point of view-

My story is not exactly what others believe it to be, at least not the entire origin of this h**l I've caused the world to spiral into. It is much more sick than what I once let on, but I suppose now...you'll finally know the truth. See the sicko I truly was. I suppose I should have expected that sequence of bloody events to unfold, but I was too arrogant and naive. I was too blinded by my own selfish desires that I put above all else.
I was never one who believe in fate or destiny. A cliche saying, huh? Well, it only seems right to say. I fell for that whole thing, for a foolish thing I had not believed in in the first place. I was stupid.
Ever since we first moved to that house, I had this deep seated discomfort and hatred with it. Especially for the basement. Deep down in that accursed place was more than cobwebs and dust, but something far more disturbing, far more malevolent than what I could have imagined at the time.
Mom and dad laughed at Armen and I for being so cautious of it, telling us that everything was fine; that it was just stuffy and everything was normal. How did they not see what was down there? Was I the only one to see, to hear those voices? I know I was.
Despite the unsettling feeling I always had, something was drawing me down there. Voices called in my head in the middle of every night, deep and menacing, sounding somewhat like my own, although more deep and with a more gruff tone. I just sat there on my bed, staring out the window at the setting moon, watching it slowly come into view, hoping it's bright glow would comfort me for a while, distract my thoughts from the voices calling for me to go into that underground room. It never worked out for long.
Perhaps I was curious, or more so desperate to make the whispers finally stop. One dark night, past the midnight hour based in the position of the moon, I had awoken to that same low, tempting voice calling me to head down below into the darkness to find the light. I could not drown them out, feeling like I was losing my mind. Was I truly going insane? I had to know. I was sick of restless nights. I needed the silence. I needed it to stop.
I stood and quietly left my roof, hoping that Armen had not heard from the room beside my own. I complied to the disembodied calls and headed for the basement door in the eeriness of darkness. I tried to remain as silent as possible so I did not wake my family, the old floorboards creaking beneath my feet with each small step.

"Collin..." it called me forth. I could no longer resist the temptation.

Of course the voices lead me to the basement door. At first, I hesitated to turn the doorknob, but as the voice called out my name one last time, the fear and dread suddenly fled from my body. I felt at peace.
My lungs took in a deep breath of air before I opened the door with caution, moving it slowly so that the squeaking hinges did not wake my family. My eyes squinted at the light gently illuminated at the bottom of the stairwell, a faint red glow that flickered like a dying flame. I was curious and baffled, but it was like I was suddenly incapable of fear. It was not threatening, more so welcoming.
I should have turned back...
The stairwell was dark and stuffy, a few cobwebs here and there that grazed against my body in my descent. The air was chilling, goosebumps rising from my pale skin as my body quivered, my breath fogging before my eyes. The floorboards beneath my feet would not stop squeaking, the faint light allowing me to avoid the webs and seeing how much dust was in the air, my chest tight from having less oxygen. Once I was at the bottom, my bare feet touching the soil, I turned my head to look around the room and find the source of the glow, and potentially the voice calling out to me. The basement was in great disrepair when we bought this house, missing floorboards, the walls coming apart, massive holes in the dirt that was now the floor. What caused the last people who owned this place to throw it into such a state?
My attention locked onto the faint red glow shining from a slim hall on the opposite end of the room, lit by many evenly spaced torches, all with only burning embers burning red on the sticks. Why did dad not tell me of a hallway down here? Why would he leave torches burning? Unless...something else was in play.
My feet took me along, navigating across the dirt and rubble until I reached the ominous hall. I walked through it, my thoughts so many that my head began to ache, then it felt like I was not thinking at all. It all became too much to comprehend all at once.
Upon reaching the end of the hallway, I was greeted by a near blinding white light, shielding my eyes until they adjusted. My eyes grew wide and unblinking once I lowered my arm, gazing at an unbelievable sight. I became lost in awe and wonder, my heart racing so much that my rib cage felt on the edge of shattering. Floating before me was a cloud of glowing white and faint grey light. It was like gazing upon the true form of an angel. It was the most gorgeous thing I had ever witnessed, and dare I say, nothing but pure beauty. It was enough to bring me to my trembling knees.