The Herobrine

Final

I wake up to loud sounds of bombs and crashes.

"Claire! Thank god you're awake!"

"What's happening?!"

"There are other people here! They think they're playing the adventure map." My mind was spinning out of control. Its hard to process information when you've just woken up.

"Slow down. People are attacking the castle because it's part of the adventure map?" Herobrine grabbed me by the shoulders.

"Exactly!" I roll my eyes. This is ridiculous. The guys are probably screaming their heads off trying to find me in the real world while in stuck in-

"AH!" My head starts to scream in pain.

"What's wrong?!"

"It's starting again." I reply. I'm starting to get used to the pain. Like when you have to get vaccines to go to other countries. They hurt when you only start traveling, but if you travel a lot it's no big deal.

"Sit down. The sieges I'll be over. This map is never won." My head suddenly goes blank with his words.

"Never won?"

"Yep."

"Doesn't that mean thee are a lot of players trapped here?!"

"Only if they are in the headgear servers." I slump back into my chair. People have been trapped in here the whole time?!

"Have you freed them?"

"No."

"Why?!"

"Because they didn't want to go." He said calmly, chucking down a couple of TNT from a window.

"Who is 'they'."

"It's only one person left on this server with the headgear, Claire. Everything's okay." I take his word for it and relax comfortably in the chair.

"How long do these go on for?" I ask.

"Only a couple of minutes. This is his 16th try."

"How many times has he been killed?"

"16"

"Shouldn't he be trapped in the game then?"

"Yes... And no." I stand up and walk over to him.

"What do you mean, No?"

"Because I can free anyone from a headgear if I want to. I'm just code, remember?" I look down at the floor sadly. All this time thinking he was real. Forgetting he was just part of the game.

"Oh... Yea."

"But once a deal is made with me, I cannot go against it. That's why I can't let you go-"

"Unless the guys get me from the outside world. Yes, I know that part." My mind suddenly goes blank and I see faces crowded around me. I can't see them clearly. Holograms. It hurts my head.

"AH! WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Shhh! She's speaking!" Says a voice.

"What the hell?! What's happening?!"

"Shh, it's okay. We're getting you out of the headgear."

What?! How?! This is impossible. I can see what's happening in the game and from my own eyes. This hurts!

"STOP IT!" I scream. Herobrine turns around hand holds me.

"What's wrong?" He says.

"We need to get you out of there!"

"NO! You're killing me!" A hook suddenly comes through the window where Herobrine was standing.

"Say your prayers Herobrine! This time I'm going to win!" My eyes switch to the player who had just come through the window. I recognise him. He held a sword up to Herobrine's neck.

"Okay! You win!" He says. "But there's a couple more levels after this. You still need to face me more times. This is just the beginning."

My head feels like it's burning. I'm seeing two pictures. One in the real world the other in game. It hurts too much!

"Don't hurt him!" I yell at the player. He ignores me.

"This time, I win." He yells, slitting Herobrine's throat.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" I scream noticing the players face. Knowing now who he is. I scream in agony as my head feels like it's caving in. I look up at the player who notices me.

"Cla-" He says before I scream. My vision is messed up. It's like static on an old tv.

I look around noticing my room. The guys sitting on the bed with my headgear. I wipe my forehead of sweat. I then remember the player. I look back at the headgear and then to my computer. No.... No.... They need to put me back in. I need to get him out of there.

"PUT ME BACK IN!" I scream. Simon and Lewis run to my side and hold me down.

"I NEED TO HELP HIM! PUT IN BACK!" Mitch comes up to me and looks me dead in the eye.

"Help who?" Tears run down my face.

"There is a player, trapped in that game forever without any help."

"Headgear?" Jordan asks. I nod.

"Who is it Claire?" Mitch asks. I don't answer. I can't tell him. He grabs my shoulder desperately. "TELL ME."

I look down at the floor. Remembering his face. His name. His skin. It's terrible.

"Claire. Please. Tell me."

I stay quiet.

We all do.

We wait.

I breathe.

And I say

"JeromeASF"