Herobrine does not exist, never has and never will.
Ah Hello and greetings, I proudly present to you my first fanfic. As said in the title, this story pictures Herobrine from a completely different angle.
The idea for this story came to me while watching the Animation "Gods don't bleed", from dillongoo. This guy made the BEST fighting scene in all of Minecraft :
I would also like to add that scythes are awesome !1!
I hope you like it.Or else my lil' friend behind me will visit ya !
Also, point out any spelling/grammar errors I might do. I will fix them. Or you can give feedback. Or hate it. Or,or,or ..... sniff sniff.... (cries in a corner for no apparent reasons).
Ahm yes xcuse me.
TEAM EVIL
He would have preferred not to do this. Murdering his lord, the entity he admired and hated the most.But if he didn’t do it, his reign would cost many more lives. Even though his lord was a lord of monsters and savage beasts, his minions did have souls of their own. A mortal soul. Forever lost if they died. And with his current way to rule, many would fall. His kind too… No, it must be done. For the good of all Monsters. It had to be done. It was necessary. And his faults had already taken away many from his people.No, he had to pay for this. He had to free them of this blind fool, that enjoyed eating cookies more than he cared about his responsibility he owed to them.
Gripping his scythe with a sudden anger, the Enderman made its way to the part of the castle Herobrine lived in.
Wasn’t it his fault that he lost the ability to teleport ? Wasn’t it his fault that his right eye was blinded by a swordstrike ? Yes, it was. And he would pay for everything. And he would pay now!
Agony.
Plain agony. It consumed every thought. Every second. It swallowed him.
He tried to move. A spike of pain shot up from where his stomach had to be.
It would be so inviting, so nice to follow the invitation of sweet unconsciousness.
"NO!” a voice shouted. “Get up and move. I didn’t help you stand through this so you can die just before your destination.” it demanded.
“Leave me alone!” I responded.
“Who are you even ? What destination ? Standing through what ? And why does my stomach hurt so badly ?”
“You want to know who I am ?” The voice chuckled. “ Hahaha, YOU of all people should know me best! But I suppose Balance is doing his old tricks again. Well then Herobrine, I am your brother, Notch.”
I remembered when he told me. I remembered my brother’s name, I remembered my name.
Herobrine. The ultimate evil, master of nightmares, destroyer of sanity, manifestation of fear and Lord of Monsters.
I also remembered that my brother was an annoying moron, always playing the good guy,snatching away the feeling of success, if one of my ideas to bring evil over the world worked!
Always gnawing on my plans making them useless, embarrassing me all the time and smashing them into pieces with his so called heroes.Everyone of his heroes was named Steve, and if this lack of fantasy wasn’t enough, me being defeated by these mindless idiots who didn’t even understood my reasons definitely was.
“Notch !” I screamed angrily. “ Why the Hell and Nether are you intruding my comatose dreams ? Why do you even help me , and why are you speaking about destinations and stuff ? I AM NOT ONE OF YOUR PATHETIC HEROES THAT GOES ON A QUEST TO DEFEAT EVIL !!!” I now was really mad.
“Sorry bro, It’s a habit you know ? But about that quest thingy you are raging about : you really are kinda , well, on a quest to defeat evil.” He answered.
In return, I said grumpy: “You do know that I AM evil, right ?” I asked. “So with that logic I would be rather on a quest to defeat good, and we both know that you are the last person to help me with that, right ?”
“Yes we are.” My brother responded. “So, may you please be quiet whilst I go on with my miraculous speech. Otherwise Master Balance will cut short my salary. So where was I ?”
“You stopped at the part where you admitted that I am just way more awesome in any way than you could ever be.” I suggested, slowly getting annoyed by this. “Or you could skip to the part where you answer me why my stomach is getting eaten by acid.”
“You were always impatient and very … narcissistic. But anyways, let us continue, shall we ?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Ah there is my script!” He sounded like he began reading off of a sheet of paper. I should also mention that he sounded extremely bored.
“Valiant Hero blahblah etc. etc. my name is Notch, your brother and so forth. You’ve been overthrown by your personal bodyguard, an Enderman with a scar on his right eye. He always carrys a scary looking scythe, and is now that you are supposedly dead, in charge of all your former minions including skeletons, zombies and so forth rhabarber. His skin color is of a very dark, no, pure black. By the way, your stomach has been impaled by the scythe's blade. Too bad you are immortal and didn't die. Whatever, to aid you on your quest, I have chosen a companion for you. He is a Mad Scientist. Wears a white lab coat, red goggles, eye color unknown, 2,05 metres tall, haircolor grey, 23 years old. You find him in the building that you will see at your left when you wake up. His name is Tonton.
I should also add, that he is, like you, very sarcastic. You’ll get along nicely, although I don’t hope you do - “
A plan had begun to form in my mind. A plan, how to entertain myself a bit.
“Little brother” I interrupted him, “I know how hard it is for you to accomplish such challenging tasks as reading stuff from a script, hell, even just being able to read ! But you really have to work on your narrating skills! I lost you at somewhere around “Valiant Hero”, due to your lack of an understandable voice. Although, that is a nice compliment.”
“Herobrine !” Notch warned, “Herobrine, shut up and listen to me! And stop mocking me. Now let me finish.”
He continued talking, I continued not listening.
If I knew what I was up to, I would have.
Notch came to an end “It is important that you remember all this, or the World is doomed.”
According to his voice, he couldn’t have cared less about it.
“Oh before I forget it” he added “ I hate you, die in a fire.”
“Now what a nice ending that is ! I return all your good wishes, Notch”
“Be quiet and wake up, Herobrine!” he said with a bit of anger in his voice.
“But I want to sleep another, like 1000 years.”
“Herobrine…” He definitely was angry now.
“I would check on your apple tree.” I answered, with an evil grin. “The one that grows golden apples. I think I may have set it on fire. Accidently, you know…”
“You did what?” he asked. His head now looked like it has been soaked in Redstone dust. “You did what?! HEROBRINE YOU TROLL !”
But I was fading away, leaving behind my raging brother. If my stomach wouldn’t have hurt so badly, I would’ve laughed my head off.
When I woke up, I almost blacked out again from the pain. I waited until I could see clearly again.
Tears had filled my eyes. I tried to get a better look at my body. Then I saw the injury.
Well, calling it injury would be an understatement. Notch had mentioned that this illoyal enderman had stabbed me with his scythe.
Seeing it now, It seemed like he had been slashing at my whole chest.
Knowing the temperament and fury of the endermen, he probably did.
It really was a horrible sight, even for me, and I was used to ripping off heads from cute, innocent humans all the time!
My upper body was basically one giant wound. My ribs were pulverized, my liver torn to pieces, my heart shredded and half of my intestines were apparently missing. Not to mention that my spine has been cut into three. It wasn’t the most appetizing thing.
I managed to groan. It would take months for my regenerative abilities to fix this all up. But for that I needed to eat.
Managing to get hungry with a crushed stomach. That was my kind of luck, alright.
First things first, I reminded myself.
Get healed up enough to be able to walk, find this Mad Scientist that was supposed to help me, eat something, return to your kingdom, retrieve your throne and listen to a concert of tortured enderman screams, preferably b-flat.
That was a good plan.
I summoned all my concentration to close the gaping hole in my chest. After that I repaired my spine as good as I could. The result was rather moderate. My intestines were still agonizing me to the point of paralysis, and I looked like I had the biggest humpback in existence. It would have to be enough, until I had the time to do better.
So far, so good. I checked my surroundings. It seemed like I had been washed ashore.
I thought of what my brother had said. My help would be to my left. I turned this direction, to see what looked like a warehouse.
What kind of Mad Scientist would live in a warehouse at the beach ?
I hoped that he was one of these Mad Scientist who tried to get world domination, not like those nice old men that helped the good guys with crazy-mad gadgets.
Stop right there! I live on an island in an archipel that is still in medieval age! Why do I know what a Mad Scientist is ? WHY do I know what the medieval age is ? Why do I know what TV means ?! Why am I asking these questions ?
I felt confused. Someone or something was messing with my mind, giving me memories of things I have never heard of. And I had the feeling that I knew this someone.
“Master Balance !” I exclaimed.
“Indeed, it is me that is giving you the knowledge about this world” Balance answered.
His voice didn’t sound high or low, not loud or silent, neither tired nor full of energy. It sounded, well, balanced. And old. Age old.
I think I should explain who Balance exactly is. He is Notch’s and my employer, The spirit of balance and the oldest being in the World. Also, the most powerless. To have at least some influence, he created me and my brother. We do his biddings, in exchange for the secret of immortality and magic (and NO , I am NOT going to tell you what it is. I have been fooled way too many times into that. Who am I, Notch ?) He is not good and not evil, he just looks that everything is going the way it should be. I never ask about why he does it, I am just happy to do what I enjoy most. That is, being a diabolic villain.
“Master Balance, I know you have your reasons, but why am I here, stuck who knows where and half dead ?”
“To teach you a lesson, Ar’Ubrinai. You where always very reliable, but lately you showed no responsibility to your minions.”
Here we go again.
You don’t know what Ar’Ubrinai means , do you ? Would be surprised if you did.
It is a name in oldest language in the world, called "The First Words".
Now Ar’Ubrinai means as much as “Star Eye”.
It is the name I have been given by Balance, but through all the years it slowly became Herobrine.
“May be, but I am supposed to be evil, right ?”
“Ar'Ubrinai, there is a big difference between being a bad person and being a shortsighted idiot ! It was just a matter of time before someone had enough of you and would try to replace you with a better ruler. With success, as you might have noticed.”
He was right.
Balance continued with his moral lecture :”I will not help you or speak with you until you retrieved your throne. I also erased parts of your memory, so you actually learn to use your brain. But I chose the best help you could wish for. Now go and meet him ! Farewell Ar’Ubrinai.”
I could sense he was gone.
I had no other option than to do what Balance told me.
Walking was almost impossible, but I’ve been through things more rough.
Like the one time I got decapitated (by Steve), or the one time my castle ceiling fell on top of me ( because Steve blew it up with TNT) or the one time I fell in lava (because Steve threw me in).
I finally reached the entrance of the warehouse. It was wide open. If my mind had been clear, I would have seen the trap coming. But I didn’t. Instead, I smelled the best cake that I ever had the pleasure to smell. Everything else was irrelevant. I entered, and soon found the cake.
It stood on a small steel table. That were the good news. The bad news were wearing a white lab coat and were whacking something with a screwdriver, whistling the Main Theme of LoTR (another strange detail that I remembered).
But that didn’t interest me. The cake did , though. I reached for the baked good, when suddenly the Mad Scientist turned around and mentioned in a casually tone :” Surprise ! The cake is a lie !”
And then, a bright red boxing glove hit me in the face.
Tonton was very content. He almost finished his new invention, a somewhat portable sound cannon that could be adjusted to various strengths, like slight queasiness, stunning, K.O and of course the mandatory, blowing up skulls.
Adding on to that, he even managed to get a test subject from his cake trap. The cake had been baked in a special oven that increased the taste and the flavor of his products by more than 4 times. No one could resist that. He allowed himself a little smile.
“Now what do we have ourselves gotten here ?” spoke the Mad Scientist, as he examined the body of his victim.
He looked pretty beat up.
In fact, he looked like he’d been thrown into a mincer.
Tonton looked closer. Now he saw, that someone had slashed at the guy’s upper body with a sword.
“Or a scythe…” a voice in his head said. “Of course not, personality 057. Nobody uses scythes to attack someone !” he answered. This schizophrenia was sometimes really annoying.
Whatever he had been through, it didn’t matter to him. Tonton had to test his newest invention.
First though, the man needed to be fixed up.
“Surgical Roboter Unit 001, I want a full listing of which injuries this person has received, as well as a simulation, in film and in writing how he did. Now begin !”
A spider like robot with a wide variety of medicinal gear attached to his body came out of the many shadows in the not so well lit house. It grabbed the man with a pair of pliers and pulled him to an OP room. The robot attached the man to an operation table and began checking blood pressure, heartbeat and the outside wounds and scratches.
Tonton watched it do his work. It was one of the first medical robots he invented, but still working like on the day he built it.
“Such a precise machine, and I created it.” He thought.
“Now back to work !” He chided himself.
I awoke to the sound of spider feets clacking on the ground. At the first moment, I thought I was still in my castle.
I was not.
A tall figure loomed over me.
The Mad Scientist Tonton, who was supposed to help me. Not much of a help yet.
Before, I didn’t take the time to look at him closely, but now I was seeing that he was indeed tall and slender.He was wearing black boots and black gloves, made of latex. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of giant red goggles that emitted a light glow. He wore a long, white lab coat and white lab pants (Is that a word ? Lab pants … maybe).
“This guy reminds me of an Enderman”
It freaked me a bit out. When I tried to move, I discovered that I was tied to a small OP table. Tonton now noticed that I was awake and stared into my eyes. I stared back, hoping that my ghostly white glowing eyes would scare him. He didn’t move one inch.
“Interesting, very interesting ! Unit 001 was right.” He spoke with a weird English accent that almost sounded forced. His voice though was ice cold. The voice of a man that decided with logic and through calculation.
He suddenly took out some kind of lamp and shone me in the eyes.
“No pupils, everything indicates that you are blind. But you are not. How is this possible ?”
I didn’t respond , I couldn’t : my tongue was very dry.
“Oh, I forgot. You are probably thirsty. Well then, have some water.” He gave me a glass.
I drank it quickly.
“Now, could you answer my question, please ?”
“No”, I said.
“Those are no manners ! Especially after I saved your life. True, I wanted to test my newest invention on you but still !” he sounded shocked.
“I appreciate you helping me, but I can not die, so I do not owe you anything.” As soon as I said these words I wanted to punch myself. Saying that I was immortal ? How dumb am I !?
“How very intriguing !” Tonton exclaimed ! “A man with white glowing eyes and hybris. May my worthless being atleast know your name,oh grand emperor of the heavens ?”
“Emperor of the heavens ! Are you trying to insult me ?” I shouted. “I am Darkness, Despair, Fear, Contempt, Grief and Lord all in once ! I am many things, but certainly not from the heavens. And, no, thy despicable entity may not know my name.”
“Now you are getting unfair.” He sounded amused. “Well, your high Darkness and so on, if you don’t immediately answer my questions, I am going to test my newest invention on you. Full-scale !”
“I thought thou would test it anyways at me ?” I threw back at him.
“Of course, but it adds to the drama this story must create to unfold properly.” he finfished.
“Would you atleast free me of these bonds ?” I asked politely. I didn’t expect him to fall for this but he did. As soon as he loosened cords, I grabbed for his throat.
His reaction was almost at the speed of light.
“OUCH!” I screamed. Tonton held my left hand in a weird way. It hurt like hell.
“I would be incredibly pleased if you would discontinue your pathetic try to flee my testing area. You are a particularly interesting subject and I still have so many inventions to try out. See you then.”
„He is still alive!“
„No he is not! Nobody could survive that. I ripped his organs apart.“
„He is Herobrine. Ar’Ubrinai. The star eye. Immortal! And out for revenge…“
„He can not harm you. You are now Lord of all Monsters! You command them.“
„But what I did… He is my Lord, still my Lord! I vowed to protect him and now I am the one to kill him.“
„He deserves it. Didn’t he let the humans grow strong enough to kill The Enderdragon? Didn’t he let the humans grow strong enough to pose a threat to The Endermen, a threat to extinct your kind ?
It was his job to not to. Instead he eats cookies!“
„Yes, yes you are right! And if he is still alive and coming, my monsters will dispose of him like the junk he is. Herobrine didn’t fight any strong enemy in a long time, he is rusty!“
Void unsheathed his scythe. A three metres long hilt made of the metallic rods of a blaze, and cooled down in the eternal cold of the End,leather strips wrapping it up to give a better grip.
The blade forged from Soul silver, looming over its victims, making their last sight a true Nightmare.
He was not unarmed. The scythe could do much more than cut into flesh and decapitate everything he wanted. It was much more than a usual weapon.
It was the scythe that gave him his Name. His true name: Vothir’Oid Scythra’krol.
Blackest-shade-scythe-wielder.
He walked out onto the balcony that was attached to the throne room.
„Hear me, Monsters! Enaitri’or Makhinkol!
Herobrine is on his way to this island! When he arrives, make sure to give him a welcoming that he never will forget!
Ar’Ubrinai allir’it-it idleun tei-tor wigraru! Cantomt aknoerem’it satuit’int it-dearo kinen var-amerau!“
„How nice that we came to an agreement. I always enjoy making deals with me!“
Chapter 2 is feeneeshed. I also want to announce that I might be adding a poll to this.
Wait ! How do I do that ? /derp
If you wonder why I am releasing these chapters as fast as now :I actually completed chapter 1 yesterday, I just had to make a few adjustments. It also helps that they are not so long, which mean I have to write less. Finally, I made like a whole army of writing ideas and basically can copy paste it (sometimes).
My writing style is inspired by the Skulduggery Pleasant books. I read them like ten times.
I hope I found a good balance between funny and seriousness...
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Ah Hello and greetings, I proudly present to you my first fanfic. As said in the title, this story pictures Herobrine from a completely different angle.
The idea for this story came to me while watching the Animation "Gods don't bleed", from dillongoo. This guy made the BEST fighting scene in all of Minecraft :
I would also like to add that scythes are awesome !1!
I hope you like it.Or else my lil' friend behind me will visit ya
Also, point out any spelling/grammar errors I might do. I will fix them. Or you can give feedback. Or hate it. Or,or,or ..... sniff sniff.... (cries in a corner for no apparent reasons).
Ahm yes xcuse me.
TEAM EVIL
He would have preferred not to do this.
Murdering his lord, the entity he admired and hated the most.But if he didn’t do it, his reign would cost many more lives.
Even though his lord was a lord of monsters and savage beasts, his minions did have souls of their own. A mortal soul. Forever lost if they died. And with his current way to rule, many would fall. His kind too…
No, it must be done. For the good of all Monsters. It had to be done. It was necessary. And his faults had already taken away many from his people.No, he had to pay for this. He had to free them of this blind fool, that enjoyed eating cookies more than he cared about his responsibility he owed to them.
Gripping his scythe with a sudden anger, the Enderman made its way to the part of the castle Herobrine lived in.
Wasn’t it his fault that he lost the ability to teleport ?
Wasn’t it his fault that his right eye was blinded by a swordstrike ?
Yes, it was. And he would pay for everything. And he would pay now!
Agony.
Plain agony. It consumed every thought. Every second. It swallowed him.
He tried to move. A spike of pain shot up from where his stomach had to be.
It would be so inviting, so nice to follow the invitation of sweet unconsciousness.
"NO!” a voice shouted. “Get up and move. I didn’t help you stand through this so you can die just before your destination.” it demanded.
“Leave me alone!” I responded.
“Who are you even ? What destination ? Standing through what ? And why does my stomach hurt so badly ?”
“You want to know who I am ?” The voice chuckled. “ Hahaha, YOU of all people should know me best! But I suppose Balance is doing his old tricks again. Well then Herobrine, I am your brother, Notch.”
I remembered when he told me. I remembered my brother’s name, I remembered my name.
Herobrine. The ultimate evil, master of nightmares, destroyer of sanity, manifestation of fear and Lord of Monsters.
I also remembered that my brother was an annoying moron, always playing the good guy,snatching away the feeling of success, if one of my ideas to bring evil over the world worked!
Always gnawing on my plans making them useless, embarrassing me all the time and smashing them into pieces with his so called heroes.Everyone of his heroes was named Steve, and if this lack of fantasy wasn’t enough, me being defeated by these mindless idiots who didn’t even understood my reasons definitely was.
“Notch !” I screamed angrily. “ Why the Hell and Nether are you intruding my comatose dreams ? Why do you even help me , and why are you speaking about destinations and stuff ? I AM NOT ONE OF YOUR PATHETIC HEROES THAT GOES ON A QUEST TO DEFEAT EVIL !!!” I now was really mad.
“Sorry bro, It’s a habit you know ? But about that quest thingy you are raging about : you really are kinda , well, on a quest to defeat evil.” He answered.
In return, I said grumpy: “You do know that I AM evil, right ?” I asked. “So with that logic I would be rather on a quest to defeat good, and we both know that you are the last person to help me with that, right ?”
“Yes we are.” My brother responded. “So, may you please be quiet whilst I go on with my miraculous speech. Otherwise Master Balance will cut short my salary. So where was I ?”
“You stopped at the part where you admitted that I am just way more awesome in any way than you could ever be.” I suggested, slowly getting annoyed by this. “Or you could skip to the part where you answer me why my stomach is getting eaten by acid.”
“You were always impatient and very … narcissistic. But anyways, let us continue, shall we ?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Ah there is my script!” He sounded like he began reading off of a sheet of paper. I should also mention that he sounded extremely bored.
“Valiant Hero blahblah etc. etc. my name is Notch, your brother and so forth. You’ve been overthrown by your personal bodyguard, an Enderman with a scar on his right eye. He always carrys a scary looking scythe, and is now that you are supposedly dead, in charge of all your former minions including skeletons, zombies and so forth rhabarber. His skin color is of a very dark, no, pure black. By the way, your stomach has been impaled by the scythe's blade. Too bad you are immortal and didn't die. Whatever, to aid you on your quest, I have chosen a companion for you. He is a Mad Scientist. Wears a white lab coat, red goggles, eye color unknown, 2,05 metres tall, haircolor grey, 23 years old. You find him in the building that you will see at your left when you wake up. His name is Tonton.
I should also add, that he is, like you, very sarcastic. You’ll get along nicely, although I don’t hope you do - “
A plan had begun to form in my mind. A plan, how to entertain myself a bit.
“Little brother” I interrupted him, “I know how hard it is for you to accomplish such challenging tasks as reading stuff from a script, hell, even just being able to read ! But you really have to work on your narrating skills! I lost you at somewhere around “Valiant Hero”, due to your lack of an understandable voice. Although, that is a nice compliment.”
“Herobrine !” Notch warned, “Herobrine, shut up and listen to me! And stop mocking me. Now let me finish.”
He continued talking, I continued not listening.
If I knew what I was up to, I would have.
Notch came to an end “It is important that you remember all this, or the World is doomed.”
According to his voice, he couldn’t have cared less about it.
“Oh before I forget it” he added “ I hate you, die in a fire.”
“Now what a nice ending that is ! I return all your good wishes, Notch”
“Be quiet and wake up, Herobrine!” he said with a bit of anger in his voice.
“But I want to sleep another, like 1000 years.”
“Herobrine…” He definitely was angry now.
“I would check on your apple tree.” I answered, with an evil grin. “The one that grows golden apples. I think I may have set it on fire. Accidently, you know…”
“You did what?” he asked. His head now looked like it has been soaked in Redstone dust. “You did what?! HEROBRINE YOU TROLL !”
But I was fading away, leaving behind my raging brother. If my stomach wouldn’t have hurt so badly, I would’ve laughed my head off.
When I woke up, I almost blacked out again from the pain. I waited until I could see clearly again.
Tears had filled my eyes. I tried to get a better look at my body. Then I saw the injury.
Well, calling it injury would be an understatement. Notch had mentioned that this illoyal enderman had stabbed me with his scythe.
Seeing it now, It seemed like he had been slashing at my whole chest.
Knowing the temperament and fury of the endermen, he probably did.
It really was a horrible sight, even for me, and I was used to ripping off heads from cute, innocent humans all the time!
My upper body was basically one giant wound. My ribs were pulverized, my liver torn to pieces, my heart shredded and half of my intestines were apparently missing. Not to mention that my spine has been cut into three. It wasn’t the most appetizing thing.
I managed to groan. It would take months for my regenerative abilities to fix this all up. But for that I needed to eat.
Managing to get hungry with a crushed stomach. That was my kind of luck, alright.
First things first, I reminded myself.
Get healed up enough to be able to walk, find this Mad Scientist that was supposed to help me, eat something, return to your kingdom, retrieve your throne and listen to a concert of tortured enderman screams, preferably b-flat.
That was a good plan.
I summoned all my concentration to close the gaping hole in my chest. After that I repaired my spine as good as I could. The result was rather moderate. My intestines were still agonizing me to the point of paralysis, and I looked like I had the biggest humpback in existence. It would have to be enough, until I had the time to do better.
So far, so good. I checked my surroundings. It seemed like I had been washed ashore.
I thought of what my brother had said. My help would be to my left. I turned this direction, to see what looked like a warehouse.
What kind of Mad Scientist would live in a warehouse at the beach ?
I hoped that he was one of these Mad Scientist who tried to get world domination, not like those nice old men that helped the good guys with crazy-mad gadgets.
Stop right there! I live on an island in an archipel that is still in medieval age! Why do I know what a Mad Scientist is ? WHY do I know what the medieval age is ? Why do I know what TV means ?! Why am I asking these questions ?
I felt confused. Someone or something was messing with my mind, giving me memories of things I have never heard of. And I had the feeling that I knew this someone.
“Master Balance !” I exclaimed.
“Indeed, it is me that is giving you the knowledge about this world” Balance answered.
His voice didn’t sound high or low, not loud or silent, neither tired nor full of energy. It sounded, well, balanced. And old. Age old.
I think I should explain who Balance exactly is. He is Notch’s and my employer, The spirit of balance and the oldest being in the World. Also, the most powerless. To have at least some influence, he created me and my brother. We do his biddings, in exchange for the secret of immortality and magic (and NO , I am NOT going to tell you what it is. I have been fooled way too many times into that. Who am I, Notch ?) He is not good and not evil, he just looks that everything is going the way it should be. I never ask about why he does it, I am just happy to do what I enjoy most. That is, being a diabolic villain.
“Master Balance, I know you have your reasons, but why am I here, stuck who knows where and half dead ?”
“To teach you a lesson, Ar’Ubrinai. You where always very reliable, but lately you showed no responsibility to your minions.”
Here we go again.
You don’t know what Ar’Ubrinai means , do you ? Would be surprised if you did.
It is a name in oldest language in the world, called "The First Words".
Now Ar’Ubrinai means as much as “Star Eye”.
It is the name I have been given by Balance, but through all the years it slowly became Herobrine.
“May be, but I am supposed to be evil, right ?”
“Ar'Ubrinai, there is a big difference between being a bad person and being a shortsighted idiot ! It was just a matter of time before someone had enough of you and would try to replace you with a better ruler. With success, as you might have noticed.”
He was right.
Balance continued with his moral lecture :”I will not help you or speak with you until you retrieved your throne. I also erased parts of your memory, so you actually learn to use your brain. But I chose the best help you could wish for. Now go and meet him ! Farewell Ar’Ubrinai.”
I could sense he was gone.
I had no other option than to do what Balance told me.
Walking was almost impossible, but I’ve been through things more rough.
Like the one time I got decapitated (by Steve), or the one time my castle ceiling fell on top of me ( because Steve blew it up with TNT) or the one time I fell in lava (because Steve threw me in).
I finally reached the entrance of the warehouse. It was wide open. If my mind had been clear, I would have seen the trap coming. But I didn’t. Instead, I smelled the best cake that I ever had the pleasure to smell. Everything else was irrelevant. I entered, and soon found the cake.
It stood on a small steel table. That were the good news. The bad news were wearing a white lab coat and were whacking something with a screwdriver, whistling the Main Theme of LoTR (another strange detail that I remembered).
But that didn’t interest me. The cake did , though. I reached for the baked good, when suddenly the Mad Scientist turned around and mentioned in a casually tone :” Surprise ! The cake is a lie !”
And then, a bright red boxing glove hit me in the face.
Tonton was very content. He almost finished his new invention, a somewhat portable sound cannon that could be adjusted to various strengths, like slight queasiness, stunning, K.O and of course the mandatory, blowing up skulls.
Adding on to that, he even managed to get a test subject from his cake trap. The cake had been baked in a special oven that increased the taste and the flavor of his products by more than 4 times. No one could resist that. He allowed himself a little smile.
“Now what do we have ourselves gotten here ?” spoke the Mad Scientist, as he examined the body of his victim.
He looked pretty beat up.
In fact, he looked like he’d been thrown into a mincer.
Tonton looked closer. Now he saw, that someone had slashed at the guy’s upper body with a sword.
“Or a scythe…” a voice in his head said. “Of course not, personality 057. Nobody uses scythes to attack someone !” he answered. This schizophrenia was sometimes really annoying.
Whatever he had been through, it didn’t matter to him. Tonton had to test his newest invention.
First though, the man needed to be fixed up.
“Surgical Roboter Unit 001, I want a full listing of which injuries this person has received, as well as a simulation, in film and in writing how he did. Now begin !”
A spider like robot with a wide variety of medicinal gear attached to his body came out of the many shadows in the not so well lit house. It grabbed the man with a pair of pliers and pulled him to an OP room. The robot attached the man to an operation table and began checking blood pressure, heartbeat and the outside wounds and scratches.
Tonton watched it do his work. It was one of the first medical robots he invented, but still working like on the day he built it.
“Such a precise machine, and I created it.” He thought.
“Now back to work !” He chided himself.
I awoke to the sound of spider feets clacking on the ground. At the first moment, I thought I was still in my castle.
I was not.
A tall figure loomed over me.
The Mad Scientist Tonton, who was supposed to help me. Not much of a help yet.
Before, I didn’t take the time to look at him closely, but now I was seeing that he was indeed tall and slender.He was wearing black boots and black gloves, made of latex. His eyes were hidden behind a pair of giant red goggles that emitted a light glow. He wore a long, white lab coat and white lab pants (Is that a word ? Lab pants … maybe).
“This guy reminds me of an Enderman”
It freaked me a bit out. When I tried to move, I discovered that I was tied to a small OP table. Tonton now noticed that I was awake and stared into my eyes. I stared back, hoping that my ghostly white glowing eyes would scare him. He didn’t move one inch.
“Interesting, very interesting ! Unit 001 was right.” He spoke with a weird English accent that almost sounded forced. His voice though was ice cold. The voice of a man that decided with logic and through calculation.
He suddenly took out some kind of lamp and shone me in the eyes.
“No pupils, everything indicates that you are blind. But you are not. How is this possible ?”
I didn’t respond , I couldn’t : my tongue was very dry.
“Oh, I forgot. You are probably thirsty. Well then, have some water.” He gave me a glass.
I drank it quickly.
“Now, could you answer my question, please ?”
“No”, I said.
“Those are no manners ! Especially after I saved your life. True, I wanted to test my newest invention on you but still !” he sounded shocked.
“I appreciate you helping me, but I can not die, so I do not owe you anything.” As soon as I said these words I wanted to punch myself. Saying that I was immortal ? How dumb am I !?
“How very intriguing !” Tonton exclaimed ! “A man with white glowing eyes and hybris. May my worthless being atleast know your name,oh grand emperor of the heavens ?”
“Emperor of the heavens ! Are you trying to insult me ?” I shouted. “I am Darkness, Despair, Fear, Contempt, Grief and Lord all in once ! I am many things, but certainly not from the heavens. And, no, thy despicable entity may not know my name.”
“Now you are getting unfair.” He sounded amused. “Well, your high Darkness and so on, if you don’t immediately answer my questions, I am going to test my newest invention on you. Full-scale !”
“I thought thou would test it anyways at me ?” I threw back at him.
“Of course, but it adds to the drama this story must create to unfold properly.” he finfished.
“Would you atleast free me of these bonds ?” I asked politely. I didn’t expect him to fall for this but he did. As soon as he loosened cords, I grabbed for his throat.
His reaction was almost at the speed of light.
“OUCH!” I screamed. Tonton held my left hand in a weird way. It hurt like hell.
“I would be incredibly pleased if you would discontinue your pathetic try to flee my testing area. You are a particularly interesting subject and I still have so many inventions to try out. See you then.”
„No he is not! Nobody could survive that. I ripped his organs apart.“
„He is Herobrine. Ar’Ubrinai. The star eye. Immortal! And out for revenge…“
„He can not harm you. You are now Lord of all Monsters! You command them.“
„But what I did… He is my Lord, still my Lord! I vowed to protect him and now I am the one to kill him.“
„He deserves it. Didn’t he let the humans grow strong enough to kill The Enderdragon? Didn’t he let the humans grow strong enough to pose a threat to The Endermen, a threat to extinct your kind ?
It was his job to not to. Instead he eats cookies!“
„Yes, yes you are right! And if he is still alive and coming, my monsters will dispose of him like the junk he is. Herobrine didn’t fight any strong enemy in a long time, he is rusty!“
Void unsheathed his scythe. A three metres long hilt made of the metallic rods of a blaze, and cooled down in the eternal cold of the End,leather strips wrapping it up to give a better grip.
The blade forged from Soul silver, looming over its victims, making their last sight a true Nightmare.
He was not unarmed. The scythe could do much more than cut into flesh and decapitate everything he wanted. It was much more than a usual weapon.
It was the scythe that gave him his Name. His true name: Vothir’Oid Scythra’krol.
Blackest-shade-scythe-wielder.
He walked out onto the balcony that was attached to the throne room.
„Hear me, Monsters! Enaitri’or Makhinkol!
Herobrine is on his way to this island! When he arrives, make sure to give him a welcoming that he never will forget!
Ar’Ubrinai allir’it-it idleun tei-tor wigraru! Cantomt aknoerem’it satuit’int it-dearo kinen var-amerau!“
„How nice that we came to an agreement. I always enjoy making deals with me!“
TT2000, you are genius.
Again, thank you very much.
TT2000, you are genius.
But seriously, nice job. Can't wait for more!
I will.
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TT2000, you are genius.
Because I can!
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Pro Tip: Eat popcorn while reading it!
TT2000, you are genius.
Wait ! How do I do that ? /derp
If you wonder why I am releasing these chapters as fast as now :I actually completed chapter 1 yesterday, I just had to make a few adjustments. It also helps that they are not so long, which mean I have to write less. Finally, I made like a whole army of writing ideas and basically can copy paste it (sometimes).
TT2000, you are genius.
cause thers no fee to be paid.
(This was my puny and pathetic attempt on making a rhyme, BTW)
TT2000, you are genius.
My writing style is inspired by the Skulduggery Pleasant books. I read them like ten times.
I hope I found a good balance between funny and seriousness...
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Will take some time.
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Sounds good.
It is not so long.
It seems i can't put that many text into one CHAPTER.
GAAAAHHHHHH..... geh.
TT2000, you are genius.
TT2000, you are genius.
TT2000, you are genius.
Keep it up!
I don't think anyone has ever written out if Herobrines view when being a bad guy. (Or good good bad guy or bad good guy or ... Whatever)
I will fix the link to that video where I got the idea from to write this.
I hope the forums allow it.
TT2000, you are genius.