White Eyes and a Hurt Heart [Herobrine × Reader]

Chapter Five- the Nether

[Have a HeroBrine POV because we need more chapters]

Herobrine looked over you, making sure you had fallen asleep before making any moves. Trying to reason with Notch wasn't an easy task. It took a full week of discussion before he left, giving up on reasoning with him. Reading your thoughts, he could tell something had happened between you and "the god of creation".

Notch wasn't a god. Maybe in this world- maybe in his game, but in the real world? He was nothing but a human being that makes mistakes. No one understood that. At least not the in game characters, such as villagers or people like Steve. Speaking of, in Herobrine's eyes, Steve was not the smartest. He was actually rather annoying. He also thought about you a lot. Way too much for Herobrine's liking... but why?

He looked at you again, continuing to question himself as he examined your form. He then sighed, now wasn't the time for thoughts. He wanted to help you, but he didn't want to believe that. He refused to believe that. He would help you, but he wouldn't claim that he wanted to.

He picked up your sleeping form. You looked... peaceful. It made him slightly smile at how cute you were. He wouldn't lie about that. You were cute. That didn't mean anything, it was about appearance. It didn't mean he liked you... then why was he helping you?

He decided not to dwell on the thought. He teleported you (and himself) to the Nether. You would be safest here, which actually pained him to think about. The most dangerous area in Minecraftia was the safest place for you.

With a sigh, he took you to his room (by floating of course. Walking is for peasants). It's the most secure place in the Nether- or second most secure, actually. The wither had the most secure place in the Nether, but Herobrine had his own castle. Living with the wither is... not the best experience. Especially with all three of the heads. Richard (the head on the right) just doesn't stop talking, Lech (the head on the left) is oddly sarcastic, and Mighta (the head in the middle) is the only voice of reason.

Any how, Herobrine laid you on the bed, making sure you wouldn't fall off and that you were actually comfortable. Beds do still explode in the Nether, but that's due to the material and a few other factors. The beds that don't explode are made of glowstone and netherack. It works.

He tried to leave after being sure you wouldn't fall off (because he's fallen off these beds before, it hurts), but you grabbed the rim of his shirt. He then tried to remove your hand but it was no use. So he either had to remove the shirt, or just stay in here... with you... in the bed.

It was late. About one in the morning overworld time. So a little rest probably wouldn't hurt. He got into the bed, facing you just to be sure you weren't playing games. Your mind was completely blank, your breathing was regulated, and your eyes were closed... so you were definitely asleep. You were asleep, and had a death grip on his shirt. Great.

He didn't want to wake you- that was the opposite of what he wanted. So he instead just laid still, continuing to watch over you. He didn't need sleep, but he had the ability to. So due to the now (at least somewhat) calm, he slowly fell asleep.

[Y̶o̶u̶ l̶i̶k̶e̶ L̶e̶ S̶o̶f̶t̶o̶B̶r̶i̶n̶e̶? U̶w̶U̶]