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It's been fairly two weeks since Herobrine started stalking the player.
It's been going great to say the least.
Herobrine had learned almost immediately that the player's name is ‘KaneSoCool_XD’ or for short, Kane.
Kane is… a very interesting man.
He seems to be braver going against other entities in this world until it's him. Herobrine was glad that he's still considered more terrifying than pretty much other monsters here.
Speaking of which, he also learned—from Kane—that the black figure that was chasing him a while ago is called the ‘Night Dweller', and he's part of a horror mod.
That.. explains why Herobrine doesn't have any knowledge about the entity, he wasn't originally part of vanilla Minecraft.
He has also quickly learned that Kane had added a lot of these horror mods.. alongside with some more calmer ones.
For what purpose? He wasn't sure yet.
Herobrine had encountered some of the entities from these mods from time to time. They would usually try to avoid crossing paths with him though. He wondered why.
To the much greater news, his power had improved from these past two weeks. He could finally teleport again!
While he can't exactly go too far for now, it is still an improvement nonetheless.
He could also do one of his ‘special effects’. It sure does help with defending himself from those who didn't know who he was and had foolishly tried to attack him.
Most of these fools are the mobs that were newly added to this world and a few of the horror entities. At least the zombies and skeletons are smart enough to stay away from him.
Herobrine has always favoured the zombies. After all, they're the ones that look the most similar to him.
At least ever since Steve has left.
Bothering Kane has been fun, but Herobrine is starting to get bored of it. Especially since the said player is being too jumpy right now, keep checking his shoulder everytime he walks.
Herobrine enjoys ‘startling’ someone when they are less expecting it, but he draws the line as scaring an already paranoid person. He's not a monster.
Well… he hopes he's not.
That's how he ended walking alongside Kane while he's searching for more woods.
He was really surprised that the man had even let him follow him considering the fact that he's more afraid of Herobrine than literally any of these mobs.
Well, maybe because Herobrine didn't exactly ask him if he could accompany him on his journey and just decided that himself—but let's just spare that details for now.
Kane is walking ahead while Herobrine follows him from behind. He skillfully navigated their way through the thick forest of oak just for the journey to find a dark oak forest.
Kane is actively trying to avoid him. He can tell. The man hasn't looked back for like 3 hours now, most likely because the literal Herobrine is literally right behind him.
It is alright. It's not like the action hurts the ancient entity.
“I wonder why you didn't just build with birch. Your home is literally just across the birch forest.”
Herobrine spoke up at one point.
The silence was nice while it lasted, but Herobrine could tell that a conversation was needed to keep Kane back into his regular sassy state. He's way too jumpy right now, it's not even amusing anymore.
That seems to trigger something, because the man immediately spins around to look at him with the most offended look that had ever been made by man. “Excuse you—I am NOT using birch for my buildings! They're ugly as hell.” he snapped.
“Please don't call them ugly.” he replied plainly. How rude of him, Herobrine absolutely did not like any slander towards nature. “I think they look wonderful.”
To be fair, there's only 3 types of tree back before he was imprisoned, so it's easy for Herobrine to appreciate the new types of trees he's seeing.
…That's actually the exact same reason why Herobrine likes birch trees.
“Damn, I didn't know you can't see with those white eyes.”
“Say another word and I'm blinding you again.”
“Okay, okay. Just don't say anything else as outrageous as THAT.” The man gave up, knowing very well that Herobrine is not bluffing with his threats. He's been here with him long enough to know that.
The entire journey after that is filled with the soft ambiance of the world. The sound of the leaves shaking, the birds—they must be a part of a mod, since Herobrine knows that there's no other birds except for parrots and chickens and he knows that they can't exactly sing—singing their beautiful melodies, even the sound of the flowing river nearby.
It was peaceful.
Unfortunately, the night arrives before they could reach their destination, and Kane is already rushing to find a nearby village.
“Can’t you fly up or something!? We—I need to find a place for the night because I DO NOT WANT TO BE OUT HERE AT THESE TIME!” he shouted. He's being unreasonably whiny at the moment, so Herobrine decided to just humour the man.
He couldn't exactly fly—at least not yet—but he could teleport to the mound nearby them, just high enough to get a great look around.
So he did exactly that.
Gathering his energy, he dematerialized from where he was standing, leaving only purple particles in the air as he materialized back on top of the tallest mound there.
Turns out that was a waste of energy, because there's a village pretty much just a few steps away behind the mound where Kane is standing in front of.
Sighs.
He teleported back to Kane, startling him out in the process but he didn't let the man say a word about it before he grabbed him by the shoulder and teleported again to the outskirts of the village.
“..Huh.” the player muttered as he relaxed his body completely once he understood where they are now. “That was quick. Do you also have super vision or something?”
He asks, unfortunately—and hilariously—unaware of the truth.
“Sure. If that's what you want to believe.” Herobrine replied as he slowly moved to step into the village ground. He could tell the truth, but maybe next time.
Things are… weirdly calm tonight.
All the villagers are asleep now. Kane is currently hiding in one of the houses, not asleep for some reason.
Either way, Herobrine is alone outside.
He could join Kane in whatever he's doing right now. The villagers for some reason are not terrified of him like the wandering trader was. They had been very friendly actually—to him and Kane.
One of the villagers, a shepherd, had handed him a cloak as a gift. He insisted for him to take it, saying things like ‘the sun must be a bother for you.’ and something like that.
…. He wasn't wrong. The sunlight is annoying for Herobrine sometimes. So he had accepted the cloak, keeping it deep in his inventory.
But Herobrine enjoys being under the starry sky. It reminds him of the older time. Back when it is only Steve around.
… Speaking of him, Herobrine wonders where he is now. The man was the very first thing he had seen when he was first born into this world. He had followed him, hiding in the shadows of the cave and the night. To one point, he had shifted his form to look identical to him, with only his white glowing eyes remaining.
Steve has fascinated him with everything he does. His creativity, empathy, determination, all of them.
Herobrine had wished to be like Steve.
.. but, he understands he doesn't have to now. Yes, he still wants to do the things Steve does, but he will also do his own things.
The two moons glowed brightly in the night sky, almost looking as if they were watching Herobrine somehow. The celestial objects kind of reminds Herobrine of his own pair of eyes.
The sound of a scream broke that thought.
Herobrine’s ears peaked up, his eyes scanning the area to see any sign of someone hurting.
And he did see something.
Out in the distance, outside the village, he could see what he think is two normal mobs, the white one holding the green one—and they both are being chased by—
Ah… the Goatman.
Herobrine loves the thing but he is too intense at the times. Luckily, he's like a pet to him.
He quickly teleports himself in between the goat entity and the two mobs, sheltering the two behind him as he raises his hand, gesturing to the Goatman to stop.
The Goatman who had seen him from a far distance immediately halted, its hoof dug into the ground to stop his movement, and he finally stopped moving exactly in front of Herobrine’s palm.
The greater entity looked at the goat’s eyes, white glowing sclera meeting the white pupils.
Suddenly, everything stops making noise—aside from the panting sound from the mobs behind Herobrine—as the two entities stare at each other.
However,
After a while, Goatman slowly lowered his head onto the greater entity’s hand. Herobrine, in return,
Give it a head pat.
The goat let out a soft rumbling noise—it sounds like a purr, but Herobrine knows goats don't purr… probably—its tail wagging to show its happiness for getting rubbed on its head.
When it's finally satisfied, it took a step back. The Goatman looked at the First and the—technically—Grandfather of every Minecraft Creepypasta and horror stories for a moment before finally fleeing into the woods.
…..
Now that he had settled that problem,
Herobrine turned around to face the poor mobs. Upon seeing them on the ground, he noted to himself that it's a zombie and a skeleton, both looking rather young, staring at him with wide eyes. They're definitely teenagers.
And the skeleton looks like he's about to explode.
Oh dear, Herobrine got a feeling that the skeleton is actually a big fan of him—
“Oh my stars—IT’S HIM! HEROBRINE!!” the skeleton squealed, his bony hands reaching towards the zombie as he shook him aggressively out of excitement.
To say that Herobrine was startled is.. pretty much an understatement. The volume of the young skeleton made him flinch. It’s so loud that he could feel the headache from weeks ago starting to come back.
The skeleton still hasn't stopped shaking the poor zombie—the rotten kid didn't seem to mind it for some reason—and somehow, Herobrine just knows that they both will also be a part of his problem from now on.