Entity_303 X Herobrine

Chapter 2

(Entity_303's POV)

I sat alone at the breakfast bar in my kitchen, drinking. Mainly vodka, little bit beer, I even had a couple of jagerbombs. I'm a heavy alcoholic, I drink nearly every night, purely to the facts that I'm 1) alone, 2) depressed, 3) a daredevil and 4) a hard nut. I know I'm gonna have a rough morning with a raging hangover. My life is GREAT.

I could hear the old clock ticking from behind me, on the mossy, cracked stone brick wall. It read 02:13 am. So I either wake up with a hangover or I don't go to sleep in the first place. Well, I could wait it out till the morning, I DID only have about 5 hours till I actually would have woken up on an average morning, but I decided to go to bed. I was cold, anyway.

I tiptoed up the cold stone stairs, careful not to wake up my manservant, Null, who was snoozing delicately on the sofa, and made my way up to my bedroom. My dark oak bedroom door creaked open as I nudged it forwards, and I strolled over to my computer on my desk. All the lights were out, I was sat alone at my computer in my computer chair, and I had the tissues and lubricant ready. The next part was easy - load the videos of Double-D bitches and their pole-grinding skills, unzip my white trousers to let my already hard shaft loose, and start goin' to town. I did this nearly every night. If I wasn't out on a killing spree, I was drinking, then wanking, then sleeping. And so the cycle goes. I'm so lonely.

I ended up laying in bed, half asleep, thinking about what to do tomorrow. Probably the same thing as I did today. The last thing I thought about that night was my enemy, Herobrine, before I fell asleep.