Entity_303 X Herobrine

Chapter 1

(Herobrine's POV)

I lay on my king sized bed one cold stormy night. Thinking to myself. I thought of Minecraftia, the mobs, trees, flowers, sunlight, oceans, biomes, and countless other things. The peaceful villages with friendly citizens, the curious ocelots of the thick dense jungles, the colourful fish in the seas and rivers, and just life in general. I lived in a desolate part of the MineCraft universe. A different dimension, actually. The Nether, a hellish landscape with a soft red flammable rock and endless seas of lava. Glowing crystals known as glowstone hung from the ceiling of the dimension, and quartz-like ores scattered themselves over the surfaces, burying themselves into the walls, floor and ceiling. I lived in a magnificent castle/fortress, overlooking the glowing molten ocean. My castle was made of deep purple-red bricks made from smelted nether brick (the soft red flammable rock from earlier), and it was about four or five floors high, with separate turrets, like that of a real castle. You know, like the fairy-tales.

I'm seen as a bit of a fairy-tale myself. A campfire tale of sorts. Ghost story. Not many people seem to believe that I exist. It's the very fact that I'm invisible to those who don't believe in me that is driving me insane and making me kill off non-believers. So, in theory, they're killing themselves. The stories go in many different directions. Some say I was a deceased miner. Others say I'm Notch's dead brother and am seeking revenge on Steve, the first and only human who was designed and built in my image, replacing me. But nearly all of them say I died at some point. In reality, I came close, but never really lost my grip on life. I tend to take hits like a sponge, and heal quickly, but I very nearly died many times. Almost all of them by a rival of mine.

A glitch of some sort, a hacker, perhaps. He goes by the name 303. Entity_303.