[Loading world. Building terrain...] Steve spawned in a snow kingdom. The dry snow crunched under his feet as he ran to the closest tree, breathing out fluffy white clouds. A while later he made a full set of wooden tools. After he gathered around 20 wood blocks, he decided to build a house near the sea, as he always does.
"Who was that!" Steve turned with his iron sword in his hand, looking around as if he heard something. As soon as he shouted he realised that it was stupid.
It's daytime, there shouldn't be any mobs around. Except for creepers but there are no "Sssss" noises which they suppose to make. There's no need to scream out loud when you play single player, you idiot. He shrugged and packed up his stuff.
When Steve turned around again, he bumped into a person with his nose. "Ouch..." He looked up, and dropped his sword as he gasped. A man with exactly same clothes as him,except his eyes glowed in the nearly dark day. So dazzling that hurt his eyes. Staring at him. Steve heard him whisper something quietly. "...Brother..." Pop. He shut off the laptop immediately, his heart beating madly as if it would jump out of his chest. =====================
He wouldn't dare entering the world the next day, or the day after. It was a month later when hefinally clicked on the application. No such thing as Herobrine. Steve sighed in relief, picked up the iron sword. Better go home before it's dark. He arrived safely to his house. =====================
Herobrine saw Steve disappear into thin air, pop out of the world. Showing no expression except the bright white light shining from his eyes in the dark, he reflected on the boy's past. Herobrine had followed Steve since he spawned in the world. Steve had never noticed. Snow falls beside him, cold white clouds. He remembered it all. He remembered how Steve looked when he made his first tool; how he was excited about his first diamond. Herobrine had watched him grow up.
Steve was asleep on his bed. His dark brown hair messed up, his eyes closed. Herobrine slipped into the house soundlessly, and just stood there. With the house's torches his eyes don't seems so dazzling anymore.
Oh brother... I'd love to see your indigo eyes. Brother, I will tell you a story. It has been reported that some victims of torture, during the act, would retreat into a fantasy world from which they could not WAKE UP. In this catatonic state, the victim lived in a world just like their normal one, except they weren't being tortured. The only way that they realised they needed to WAKE UP was a note they found in their fantasy world. It would tell them about their condition, and tell them to WAKE UP. Even then, it would often take months until they were ready to discard their fantasy world and.... PLEASE WAKE UP.
And I will be the one who wakes you up. And I will see your pretty eyes. "Nah, brother..." Tears flowed out of his bright white eyes, he kissed his forehead. "Time to wake up."
[Respawn or Title screen/Quit?]