Genie! Herobrine x Reader

Chapter 1

A/N: IM BACK AT IT AGAIN BOI'S! Returning to you live, with a brand new story set! I still love Undertale, don't get me wrong, I just lost most of my drive to write about it. If you do enjoy my stories and are unfamiliar with this fandoms stuff, feel free to give this story a try. It's pretty untraditional from normal Minecraft/Herobrine stories, but I think this one will be fun X3 

You ran as fast as your scuffed up legs could carry you. You had just stolen a bag of loot from some bandits. You were a poor scrappy little thing that wondered the Arabian deserts and plains. 

You would on occasion steal gold and treasure from the bandits and thieves that wondered the sands. You never stayed in one place, it was to dangerous for a loner like you. 

You weren't the best at defending yourself. You did have a good grip on pocket knives but that was it. This was the biggest bag of loot you have stollen yet. You would never steal from innocent people. Only scoundrels and thieves. 

Your calloused feet smacked against the hard sand as you made ever possible turn to try and loose them. You rounded another corner around a building quickly but tripped and skidded into the sandy road. 

You held onto the bag for dear life and quickly tried to get back up quickly but you weren't fast enough. A rough kick to your back sent you forwards into the dirt. The contents of the treasure sack you had slipped out. 

Golden coins and jewels spilled onto the rough sandy road. The moonlight sparkled off the reflective surfaces of the treasure. 

"Hehe, look what we got here boys. The little roach herself, thinkin' she can steal our gold and get away with it. Well, we'll just have to teach you a lesson now won't we?" The thieve chuckled, his bourbon laced breath and rotten teeth making the air around him smell toxic. 

Your eyes widened and you quickly looked around for something to defend yourself with. You spot a golden dagger in the treasure that was scattered. You scrambled for it, moving aside the rest of the gold. 

Again, you weren't fast enough. Another one the the thieves kicked you hard in the sternum, sending you sliding in the dirt a bit. The dagger you were aiming at sliced your arm pretty good. You winced and coughed. That was definitely going to leave a bruise. 

"Not so fast you pathetic girl." The main thief snarled. You scrambled for something else to defend yourself with. You hand reached out and grabbed a lamp from the pile. You figured you could hit one of the thieves over the head with it and make a run. You barely got to your knee holding the lamp before getting socked. 

The lamp flew from your hands and the man grabbed you by your hair. You yelled and clutched his dirty arm. Clawing at it as he pulled you up by your hair. 

"Alright no more games you wench! I've ad enough of your sh*t." The thieve growled. He held his curved sword to your neck. Your eyes began to tear up as you tried to hold it together. 

If you had to go out, mind as well not give this drunken dirt bag the satisfaction of seeing you sob. Just then the thieve gets socked in the face, blood flying from his mouth. 

He releases your hair and you stumble to the ground. You turned quickly to see a tall man, not part of the thieves group, pummeling the dirty flee bags. The three thieves were getting their *sses handed to them. 

This new man was tall, and from the looks of it through the moonlight, well tanned, with about four inch in length, messy brown hair. He had no shirt but he did have the classic baggy Arabian pants. 

That was all you got to make out before the three thieves were bloodied and on the ground. Your whole body froze. This one mystery man cam out of no where and pummeled three armed bandits in little to no time at all. 

He stood there, back facing you. His shoulders were slightly heaving with breath. He stood up straight, even in the dim light of the moon you could tell he had a well build. 

He turned around and your heart about stopped. His eyes were glowing a piercing white like the full moon. Whips of light trailed softly at the sides of his eyes. 

You were frozen, you couldn't move. He started towards you and you flinched, shielding your face with your uninjured arm. You waited for everything to end. You waited, but nothing happened. You peek up from under your arm. 

He stood over you, holding out a hand for you to take. You glance between his face, and his hand. Your arm ever so slowly lowered. You didn't reach for his hand, you were still frozen in shock. 

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm helping." He says, his voice quiet. It took another moment before you grabbed his hand and he helped you up. You stumbled for a split second before regaining your balance. 

"Who...Who are you? Why did you help me?" You asked in a  soft voice. "My name is Herobrine. I am the being of power that resides within that lamp." He said, gesturing to the lamp you had grabbed earlier. 

"Although some of you call us, genies." He states. "I was just protecting the summoner. In which case is you." He explains. This was a lot to take in. There were myths and legends of magical beings but you never thought they were real, until now that is. 

After a moment of processing you began to get light headed. You stumbled for a moment before Herobrine caught you. Blood tricked down your arm the the slash wound the thieve gave you. 

Not but a moment later, your world turned black.