Herobrine

Prologue

A loud manly scream could be heard as a miner ran for his life, out of his wits, away from the abandoned mineshaft he just stumbled across few minutes ago. Behind him, a ghastly figure with glowing white eyes and blank face followed him, before he sneered and teleported in front of him. The said person screamed again, hollering a string of loud curses before taking off again.

And the ghastly figure grinned. Oh this is getting fun.

The miner quickly pushed the iron helmet on his head, and took off again, before he could see the trees around him losing all leaves, and it was getting dark. Whimpering, he quickly slid into a small opening and blocked himself with some dirt, hoping for the beast to not look for him. Hoping so he would not come closer. He prayed to Notch for help before he could hear something exploded. Was that a creeper? No, no please tell him it's not. He was about to stay a bit longer before an explosion quickly blown his only cover away.

And there, back facing the moon, he was staring at him.

He screamed and climbed as he brought a sharp one-sided pickaxe made out of unknown material – perhaps some kind of between diamond and iron – and slammed it beside his head, and the man ran and ran. What the hell?! This never happened before!

Tears poured down his cheeks and he tried to crawl away before the pickaxe landed a few inches from his neck. This made him jump away and look at those eyes.

His eyes.

He slowly moved back, trying to avoid those hypnotic eyes. He could not look away. He moved back and back.

He can't feel the ground underneath him, and with a slip he fell, down into the boiling lava below.

Before he died, he looked at those ghastly eyes and—

You died!

The figure let out a laugh as he could see the player flopping around before he died from the burns Much more amused to see all those valuable ores and diamonds sink into the lava, melting and gone under its heat. From far away, he could hear a loud scream of pure anger and cursing, and he chuckled.

Harassing these players is great.

He got up and dusted his teal t-shirt and hands, proud of another day of his menace, and went back to dig his way back to the Nether.

Serves that foolish player right for summoning the King of Nether to come to his lowly server!

As he got into a cave and dug some while until he breaks the bedrock and sealed them again, he smugly smiled. There are things these players should know about. First of all, he, of all people, is what people think he is, but at the same time, he is far from what they think he is.

Why is that so?

Perhaps these people, of course, are playing Minecraft. Playing, for all gods' sakes, they are playing. Somehow, it is quite queer and hilarious for the demigod to rethink the fact that they can be too absorbed in the blocky game they can think like they are a living being coming out of it or something. Sure, all players are a part of the game, but that does notmean they are born in the game. He meant—nevermind, it is too complicated.