Herobrine

Haunting

Steve got up quite early in the morning and yawned, rubbing his eyes. Well, he got something to work for now. He revised whatever he know about this work. Fifteen emeralds is a huge 'wow' already, so he cannot screw this up. Three days is the deadline. He has to finish this as soon as possible so he has more time to build a thicker fortress due to his paranoia. 

After taking a cold bath and changes into his favorite teal shirt and blue trousers, Steve crafted another iron breastplate and boots just for protection and three iron pickaxes in case he has to break down a path. Two iron swords, bow and a hundred arrows would be enough, he decided. Just for extra, extra precaution, he took ten TNTs with him, some bread and cooked chicken, an apple, a crafting table, and a bed as well. Not to mention reading the journal again to revise whatever he had learned. Steve sighed. Living is always number one priority.

Something is bugging him from the back of his mind, though, about the villager. He looks so different, so strange. Moreover, none of them know where he lives. Practically, they ask for stuff from him when he came to town, with low payments. So there are three things he should feel suspicious about. One, he looks like a zombie. Two, he knows where he live. Three, he called him 'Steve'.

When only that librarian and some random villager know his name.

Suspicious.

Steve shook his head. He should stop thinking about negative things. Fifteen emeralds, man! He really won't screw this up.

Scooping the journal and placed it in a bookshelf, Steve uses his armor and went out to his favorite mineshaft.

Herobrine sat up when a creeper dashed into his room, bowed quickly, and jumps around, informing the miner's move. The king nodded in acknowledgement, then asked what kind of armor and weapons the miner was bringing. The creeper quickly hissed the description of iron armor (less the leggings) and a pickaxe. Herobrine raised his eyebrow, thinking. If Steve is using an armor, perhaps he also bring a sword. Judging with his shock and response of the first attack, he would bring more than one sword. Furthermore, mining gold is quite deep, so he might need two or three pickaxes, even more, perhaps. He would also bring a bow and some arrows just in case.

This miner might be a coward, but at least he is not as foolish, he concluded.

With brief and detailed strategy, he ordered the creeper to call back his fellow creepers around the said mineshaft, increase more spiders in the area for further report of the miner's movement and are required to despawn and report every ten minutes. The creeper also have to reduce the number of that day's mineshaft platoon to half and to not kill the miner at all costs. For today, only five zombies are allowed to patrol, since they are brainless, and he will not be satisfied if they killed the miner instead. Ten endermen will be sent to block the ways with two blocks thick walls to slow the miner down. More skeletons will be sent to monitor the area and they are to not shoot until further response are given. Half of them are required to mount their respective spider partners. He also added that all platoons are to be disbanded once he arrived in the area.

The creeper looked up and tried to remember whatever the king said, and he nodded in acknowledgement before bowing once more and scurried out to inform the others. Herobrine chuckled and lean down his throne.

Wonder how much fun the today's chase would be...

The creeper ran (creeped) down to the ground floor where all platoons gathering to get ready for today's watch. Some creepers were chewing on their gunpowder meals. Skeletons produced arrows for each of themselves in a very orderly fashion and almost robotic-like. Spiders were testing their wall-climbing abilities for their spying purposes, and endermen only stand around transporting gravels so the skeletons can extract flint from them or help the zombies put their leather tunic or gold armor on. (on their own request, however. They have warned the zombies about how weak gold is but they pay no mind)