Notch and Herobrine: Brothers Divided

Two Halves of a Whole

Slamacow pops into existence in front of me.

"Slamacow! It's good to see you again!" I greet, helping my old apprentice to his feet.

"Send me back," He demands, pushing my hand away.

"I know you want revenge, but Herobrine didn't want to hurt you. There's something darker going on than even I don't understand," I reply.

"Stop defending him, Notch! The man I saw in the End wasn't your brother! He's a monster that needs to be dealt with!" Slamacow yells, storming off.

"I'll send you back, because Bart and Dave need you. And, because I need you to do something for me," I give in, catching up easily to Slamacow.

"Do it yourself. Just send me back," He argues, dodging away from me.

"I can't. Herobrine did something to me that stops my ability to send myself back. But you can, at a price," I retaliate, racing after him.

"A price for who?" Slamacow asks, stopping abruptly.

"Me, mostly. You were right to say Herobrine needs to be stopped. Just...when you do, tell him I'm sorry," I answer, nearly running into him.

"What's gonna happen to you? If you're going to die again, it isn't worth it," Slamacow blurts, turning around worriedly.

"I'll be fine. Its not like I'd be taking pointers from Herobrine or anything," I mumble, awkwardly rubbing the back of my neck.

"What, exactly, would you be doing?" Slamacow questions, glaring at me.

"You know, nothing too bad. Just giving you part of my soul. Which will make you really powerful and...stuff," I answer, leading him towards my temple.

"And stuff? Oh well that's just dandy, sign me up today!" Slamacow yells sarcastically.

"So, you're going to go through with it?" I ask nervously, playing with the burnt holes in my vest again.

"If it means I get to avenge you, then of course," Slamacow replies, bowing.

"You're avenging yourself and helping my people. Herobrine had good reason to do this to me," I say sternly, placing a hand on top of his head. An iron helmet and iron sword appear next to Slamacow. He picks them up slowly.

"I guess this makes me your son...almost," He sighs, inspecting his new blade.

"In a way, I suppose," I ponder before noticing two people standing further away, "who the hell are you two!?"

The people walk closer, one dressed in a black robotic suit and the other in plain white robes.

"Forgive us, lord Notch. I am the Builder," the man in white introduces himself, bowing respectfully.

"And I am the Destroyer," the man in black continues, bowing to Slamacow, "We have come to serve the great Admin."

"How do you know these people, Slamacow?" I whisper, glancing at the new comers.

"I don't, but I created them. I made them so that they don't disturb the Balance, but can still help me find Herobrine," Slamacow explains, shaking his followers hands, "I figured Bart, Dave and I could search one area, while they searched another. Maybe head over to North Haven."

"Whatever you do, don't hurt Zyanya. She still has a chance. You better get going now. And, Slamacow, know that I've always thought of you as a son to me," I say, pushing my fedora back into place.

"And I've alway's thought of you as a dad to me. I'm proud to say that," Slamacow agrees, giving me a small half smile. I wince, remembering that Sky had said the same thing to Herobrine a year ago. Slamacow and his creations turn into smoke and drift away.

"Good-bye, now. I love you, dad," a voice says, drifting up from the smoke, sounding hollow and distant.

Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know, the Builder and Destroyer are not original characters. Along with quite a few others. They are all either real people or characters from other youtube short stories. I wanted to make a universe where they all lived. The second story in this series will have A LOT more.