Herobrine

Breakdown

No...

Faint noises of iron against stones softly echoed in the silent mineshaft, dimly lit by torches along its walls.

No... No...

The noise continues on in slow, desperate rhythm as a whimper followed after each hollow 'clink'.

Please.. Please no..

This is just a dream...

Amethyst eyes stared at the slowly breaking stone, shakily bringing his pickaxe down on it. Desperate, afraid, horrified...

Breaking apart.

This is...

...just a nightmare.

Another swing upon the stone.

Just... a nightmare.

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Crack!
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"Uh... welcome back? Sethbling here.

"Look, I know you all keep telling me why Herobrine does not appear even though I am trying for approximately three days. I am seriously not sure what is going on. I tried refreshing and making new totems; hey, I even brought a cow as an offering, okay? So don't look at me like that, fellas.

"I've asked Sky about this... He tried the mod as well and well... It is not working. I mean- it is working but Herobrine is not coming out at all. At. All. I also read one of the comments in the comments section below by pinkrainblower556 saying 'My Herobrine mod is also not working since three days ago!1!1! Could it be the mod crashed?!1 Seems like you have a prob like this as well seth. Please help anyone "' so uh, it's safe to conclude that something's real messed up with the mod...

"So I am really sorry that this series came into a halt for a while and I will keep trying the mod out, and will start recording a new video once I saw Herobrine, alright? So yeah uh... see you next time? Thanks for watching."

Steve stumbled back and fell down as another pickaxe shattered in his palm, sending little chunks of wood and iron to the ground before fading into nonexistence. Steve whimpered and slowly pushed himself back with his legs, leaning against the stone wall behind him. He sighed as he felt cold stone on his back and closed his eyes for just a moment.

How long has it been? Three- no, four days? Or is it a week? He could not even remember. All he did was digging, and digging, and digging and kept digging. All he wanted is just to get out of this god forsaken place. He missed his bed and he has not been sleeping for a long, long time due to constant mob attacks or his own fear. he was cold, dirty, and sweaty, and afraid. He was afraid as hell; scared and lonely for a long, long time. Only the voice of water running and crackled of the ever-burning torches accompany him, asides occasional zombie moans and clacks of bones.

How he loathed isolation right now.

Food was depleting fast, and he was not sure how long can he keep up like this. The only things left are his armor - minus the right boot, a worn sword, an untouched pickaxe, and two pieces of cooked chicken and a bread. He was very hungry by now but... he has to conserve food. Steve shook the thoughts of eating away and swallowed.