Herobrine

Hindrence

Herobrine stretched his arms and rubbed his eyes. It was chilly, even though he was in a poorly-knitted woolen sweater and a terribly-made bed out of leather and more knitted woolen blankets. Of course, he planned all the time to use the bed, but he said the exact opposite of it, because you know, humans tend to do the exact opposite of what others said.

'I shall take the couch,' He said that night, faking shivering and chattering and showing a pitiful look at the miner. The mortal swallowed once or twice and left for a while, making him think that he ignored his 'sad, sorry condition' and decided to go to bed to avoid him, and he clicked his tongue. But after seeing the doppelganger returning with a handful of wool and said woolen sweater and actually insisted him to take the bed and even light up the fireplace for him, he surely know now that the miner is truly a naive fool that can be manipulated easily just with pitiful look and the right gestures and words.

Herobrine chuckled, leaning on the headboard with hands propping his head. If he continue this act for some time, surely Steve will end up placing all his trust on him, and also being as kind as possible as he could to him. Probably. If it works, of course it will be very, very nice and his plan will work out perfectly.

By the way, he thought, slowly sitting down and looking to the right. It is morning, is it not?

It should be morning, but he is not sure. First of all, he never really live in the Overworld so he doesn't really know the feeling waking up to the sun, and secondly, this is under the ground. He could not possibly look if the sun rises or sets out there, and the only way to know is either going out or digging up.

Or a clock. Which is on the headboard in a frame.

Very clever, of course.

Herobrine clicked his tongue and kicked the covers off him. He turned once more at the clock, seeing that it is indeed daytime, he wiped his face with a hand and mutter at the same time, also blaming the darn underground one-room house. He turned and hopped down the bed, and chill shot through his feet, and he flinched before pulling them off the ground and stare daggers at it with intense spite. How could the stone floor feel so cold, anyway? Well, he does have slippers and nether brick as floor, and he stays in the Nether instead of a certain freezing biome.

He stared at it for a long time, and placed the tip of his toe onto said floor, before pulling it off faster than before. It is seriously cold. And seems like the only heat source came out of the fireplace outside. He could ask Steve for help, but it will really knock his pride down to nothing. But he is not getting down to a floor that cold.

He sighed and rubbed his hands together, forming sparks from his palms.

Oh well, the mortal won't know.

Steve turned to the sounds of footsteps behind him, to see Brian, still in his woolen sweater, slowly walking to him on the snow. He grinned and waved.

"Over here, Brian!"

Brian turned to acknowledge him, and he smiled a bit. Then his smile slowly turned to a frown.

'Say, Steve,'

"Oy?"

'...You are half-dipped in the river.' He pointed out, and Steve rolled his eyes with an 'obviously, detective' look.