Glitches and Gods

Weird Lonliness

"...so that's why I'm not really worried. I mean, come on. This world has things that can blow me up, sure, but hey, I'm stronger then back home, and my creativity is actually appreciated here... I think." Herobrine shook his head. This girl had more self-doubts than a zombie trying to go to prom. It was quite sad. "Oh, sweet, some iron!" He turned to see her mining the iron with the last of the stone pickaxes. She had been excited by everything that wasn't normal cobblestone, gravel, or sand. Suddenly he heard a shattering and turned to find her grimace at the pickaxe that shattered in her hands. She had managed to get three of the four irons, but she had now lost her last tool. "Oh well."

"You really don't care?"

"Oh, it's not that. It's just that I'm worried about when it gets dark. It might already be dark outside and if so, then I got to hurry. You should too. I don't know if you really are safe from the creatures of the night." She gave off a small wistful smile that confused the white eyed being that had been mining with her for several hours.

When they made it back to the small shack, Dark Rose let Herobrine sit on her bed while she sat on the chest. She filled her little furnace with some coal for fuel and some iron that they had found. They had only found a set of ten irons, but that was better than usual for Dawn's record.

"Now, what else do you want me to explain about myself, Herobrine?"

"You're actions. You never seem to pick a fight, and you keep replanting whatever you destroy."

"That's silly. I hate violence. It only causes pain, no solution. As for me being green, let's just say that I don't want this world to be like mine, and I like plants. I feel more at home amongst the forests in my hometown then in my house with my family... though I could argue for a library instead, heh."

"You are a strange player, Dark Rose."

Dark Rose looked towards Herobrine and blinked. "Oh... sorry..." Her voice was suddenly quiet. Herobrine felt uncomfortable. He hadn't meant to make her feel like she needed to apologize. In fact, he liked that she was strange and different from the other players. She took a deep breath. "Well what about you? Why haven't you attacked me yet? Everyone agrees on one fact, you attack players."

"Ah, that... well... usually, they don't talk back like you do, and they fight me at every turn, killing innocent squids and destroying mobs with reckless abandon. They usually start the fight anyway, what with me looking different and trying to protect mobs. They are destroyers who destroy for fun with no reasoning whatsoever. Then there are the 'Greifers', the worst of the players. They are so cruel that they destroy other players' creations. Why?"

"I'm not sure. Some people are just total jerks. Personally, I hate jerks who destroy everyone else's hard work. There's no point, and it makes people angry." Dark shrugged. It seemed to be the only social action she really knew. She then yawned, as it was late in the night, and she hadn't really slept since she had arrived there. "Ugh, sorry about that. I guess I'm just tired. Mining took a lot out of me... This is the most anyone's stuck around me in years, too. I was sorta expecting you to either kill me out of annoyance or just leave me in the mine to my own demise." Her smile was a weak sad sort of smile with a hint of wistfulness that said she was used to being alone.

Herobrine was surprised. "Not a problem. I'll leave you so you can get some sleep. I might come back tomorrow."

"That'd be... nice." Dark Rose's smile grew wider as her mismatched eyes drooped into a sleepy gaze. "G'night, Hero." She waved as he left.

"Good night... Dark Rose."