Herobrine

Hidden answer's

Steve sat on a chair, placing the stack of books on his right. The library is not very big, so he could only find some of the most useful book by title. The miner took one and started to read, sometimes his hand scratching his new black t-shirt. New clothes are sometimes so itchy after dyeing.

There were old scribbles of old tales. Most of them were about the villager's history that does not involve any monsters, and Steve quickly flipped over them to not waste time, his amethyst eyes quickly scanned through them. Tales of how civilization started, tales of how they learn to fish, to craft, and so on. Steve frowned deeply. There are no monsters in this record. So what are those? Is this the first time monsters came by?

Steve quickly put the book on his left and goes for another. And another. And another.

And our favorite miner let out a silent scream before he planted his face on the desk, thoroughly irritated.

There's nothing. Nothing at all. It is useless. Steve grunted. How could a library doesn't have anything to do with monsters and arrow-shooting skeletons and green creatures which literally explode in the radius of two blocks? Maybe he was going insane. Yes, yes perhaps he is going insane.

"Hello, stranger," A nudge to his back made Steve jerk upright, surprised. "Do not sleep in the library, stranger."

Steve scowled, rubbing his back. "I am not sleeping. Just bothered by this library's lack of information."

"Lack of information? Why stranger, what kind of book are you looking for, then? The library have everything." The village librarian asked, wiping a book onto his; or her - Steve was not sure- pink robe before placing it to a bookshelf.

"I'm looking for something about monsters. Something about uh... living corpses and black tall people... or something." The miner answered, shoving the stack of books away from him.

"Why do you need to know about them, stranger?" The librarian looked back at him, and Steve's eyes darted away. Well, first of all, he does not want this librarian to think he's a delusional person. Second, there's no reason for him to know. Steve does not talk much if it's not worth talking.

"I'm just curious," he said at last, and the librarian blinked once or twice before his mouth formed a huge square (There are no such thing as round or circle in Overworld, anyway.) before he scurried back to the library, behind some shelves. Steve's eyebrow raised in confusion from the sudden action, and shook his head before he waited. Perhaps there is something worth reading anyway.

The villager rushed back not long after, carrying a stack of books and dropped it to his side, and Steve instantly cringed in absolute confusion and amusement of how the villager can mysteriously collect those many books in a blink of an eye.

"I found some books that may explain them to you, stranger,"

'Some...' "Please, just Steve."

"...Very well, Stranger Steve."

A facepalm.

"Shh, Stranger Steve," The librarian hushed from the slapping noise and placed a book in front of him. "The Curse of the Black-haired Villager by Villager? Is this the book, Stranger Steve?"