Raiders: An Entity 303 x Herobrine Fanfic

CHAPTER 9: HATE

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Entity's red eyes fluttered open...

He blocked his black hand against the blinding sunlight, and rubbed his eyes using the other one.

He slowly sat up, and looked around. He blinked for a few times to make his blurry vision fade away.

The grass was very thick and green, still wet with fresh dew. The tall trees stood proudly around him. He could hear pleasant chirps of birds, and the buzzing of bees. He closed his eyes and sniffed the air around him.

It smelled of a mix of different flowers, dew, even honey.

He smiled contentedly. He opened his eyes and sighed, the scent making him more energetic.

He stood up, and walked off.

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Herobrine groaned, as he opened his glimmering white eyes. He stood up almost immediately when he saw his surroundings:

It was all filled with sweet flowers. Red, blue, yellow, pink, orange, purple... You name it. Bees hover from one flower to another, the peaceful sound of their buzzing wings making Herobrine smile.

The sweet scent of different flowers and honey filled his nostrils. He sniffed the air and sighed contentedly.

Being a gay having a soft spot for colorful flowers, he ran through the field, giggling as the soft, wet leaves soothed his skin.

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Entity had been chopping wood using his scythe.

He knew that it wasn't for such purpose, but it did better work than a diamond axe does.

He huffed, wiping his dirty, white sleeve on his sweaty forehead.

"Well, I guess this was enough for a small cabin at the least...", Entity mumbled to himself, staring at the large heap of wood blocks that he chopped.

Then he made planks out of them. Making a crafting table, he crafted some doors, some sticks, and a wooden axe.

Slower chopping, but it saves his scythe from being dull.

Then he started building his small cabin.

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Herobrine yawned as he sat on the middle of the vast, flower field.

"Maybe I should make a shelter...", he huffed.

Then, he stood up. He walked around, until he saw a few trees.

He can't cut down trees. A pickaxe would just puncture the wood. Then he remembered.

He sighed, looking at his fists.

It wouldn't hurt using it, does it?

At least, he had been doing such laborious things since his village was burnt down...

That's it.

Use his fists to take wood.

Herobrine smirked, knowing how much of an easy peasy task this would be...

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Entity yawned, stretching his arms.

His cabin was done.

He took a stick, and blew a flame through it. He thrusted it to the wall, serving as an improvised torch.

He looked at the window.

It was getting darker.

"I would get some sleep now... Maybe I can find a way to get outta this forest tomorrow...", he sighed.