Twisted (Yandere?Herobrine X Reader)

Part 1: Fine A##

"Soo... How was the village?" Hovering towards you this time after things had settled down, Herobrine in the same position simply spun upside down, facing you. The only real indicator that he even was upsidedown was that his hair continued to fall for gravity --his arms kept the front of his teal shirt from falling. His hair was a little long compared to the average length you had seen on other men, but other than that was just normal brown hair with a few natural waves in it. His eyes were the most exotic things about him, no pupil, no iris, glowing a little. Pretty creepy. But, after about three months of this man just chilling around your house, you had grown quite used to it..

He had started off by being pretty creepy; sending vague messages in blood on your walls, setting traps for you and your pet dog, Ben, and even threatening a kind traveler named Steve to leave before morning or, "suffer my wrath," as he put it. All were some serious red flags. But, after some time, turns out it was all because Herobrine simply didn't know how human interaction worked too well, so you offered to teach him when you had the time. Now, he was more annoying than scary. Granted, you didn't mind the company on occasion, but having to entertain this man was becoming a bit of a hassle..

Even after five minutes of you staring blankly ahead, trying to ignore the floating one, he still wasn't getting the message. You were beginning to wonder if he was just pretending to be socially ignorant just so he could get away with staring at you for an awkwardly long amount of time with a stupid smile on his face. You tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, but if he was really telling the truth about being a thousand years old...SURELY he would have learned enough about social cues in that time to realize how uncomfortable something like staring at someone can make them feel!

"Are you done yet?" You finally asked, annoyance thick in your voice.

"You still haven't answered my question." He smiled. He was still upsidedown... How was all the blood not rushing to his head?

"Wh... What was your question?"

"How was the village? Did you talk to your friends about me again? I told you not to.." The last bit shifted so suddenly to threatening, it was surprising how unphazed you were by his dramatic shifts now.

"I told him you weren't bothering me anymore and left it at that." You finally got the chance to weave past his head, viewing your house just ahead.

It was a cute little cabin nestled between two large dark oak trees which propped up the second story like a tree house. The main piece of the structure though was dug several feet into the soil between the two trees and was already being crushed by their roots. The process was happening so slowly though that you simply let it happen, instead enjoying watching the decay of time slowly claim more of your long time home. Your bedding, furnace, and chests were tucked away inside the squished structure, but you had plans to slowly move everything upstairs to the treehouse you were building up there, which at the time was only accessible via ladder. Moss and ferns grew all around the old place, also making a statement of its beautiful age.

You yourself was unlike the villagers in one major area. Where they aged and eventually grew old and died, your body never seemed to do that. Instead, a hundred years after watching over the village that at first started off with only one house, you continued to look only in your late teens to early twenties. Hmm... Perhaps then it really was possible for Herobrine to be a thousand, if he was anything like you.. You had never heard of such a thing, though... Mostly because most of the people like you had run into throughout the years took poison daily, which mimicked the effects of aging so they could live like the villagers around them. You...found a lot more peace in simply living alone, watching from a distance as the village you visited so often grew up like your own child.. Unlike the rest, you felt no rush to die like the villagers, though, as sad as it was seeing old generations pass on... You knew there would always be new ones to rise up after them.