How Bad Can He Possibly Be? - Herobrine & Reader Story

How it started

"Yes." A hint of hesitance was heard. "I did not wish to put you in an orphanage, considering that you have little knowledge of this place, yes?" You nodded.

"Everything here is different, people here will view you differently and I want to give you time to assimilate yourself to your new home."

"...new home?" You chirped like a parrot.

"Yes, new home." He stood straight again, gesturing to the silent man Infront of him. "This is Herobrine, ruler of the nether." The last word felt familiar, as if you've heard of it before. "You've prepared the necessities for taking care of a child, right?"

Herobrine tsk's. "Yes, I've built a room just for them, you needn't fret."

"Good." The bald man scooted you over to Herobrine. "Go on." Hesitantly, you fiddled with your fingers before stepping to herobrine's side. The man kept his stoic expression, he doesn't seem too keen into caring for you. Nevertheless, you tried to convince yourself to at least trust him, besides—

How bad can he possibly be?

Your feet skipped the hard rocky ground, pebbles of red mush spewed, your footprints laid faint on the sickly red material.

You quickly stopped just before stepping foot on a gray-brown material, faint screaming faces decorating it. You took your shoes off, stuffing it inside your backpack. You switched it with a pair of iron boots, purple shine evident on the light gray surface. You continued on with your run, taking your precious time to hop every once in a while, you passed a group of skeletons.

"Excuse me!– sorry— rush hour!" You exclaimed while wiggling your way through them, they quickly moved out of the way, their bones clinking with each other. They stared as your form descended into the dark mist.

You continue hopping from one platform to the other, climbing hills, wiggling your way through the giant tree like mushroom, even snatching a crimson fungus from the ground and stuffing the fungi into your mouth. It's stinging spice inflicted your tongue, along with it's sour aftertaste. You spit it out, what were you thinking?

Scolding yourself for the dumb move, you immediately climbed up a nether rack hill, standing on your tippy toes and squinting out in the distance. Compasses were useless here in the nether, you fully rely on your memory of the way back to— well, get back home. You really didn't want Herobrine to come looking for you just to come home and lecturing you about how it is not safe to follow baby piglins.

The fog fades away slowly, revealing the tall dark red towers which stood by the castle with pride, spikes littered every inch of the fortress, a sea of hot bubbling lava, stretching far as the eye can see. You slid down the hill, approaching the edge of the lava, seeing a small cute post located just beside it. Inside, you see a wither skeleton patrolling, along with the occasional piglins mingling around. You approach him. "Hey 'carus." You call.

"Oh [name]! Welcome back, kid." The kind skeleton pulled you out a stool, he turned around to grab a cold drink from his cooler sitting in the back of the post. "So, how was school?" He handed you a can of soda, you open the soda can, hearing that satisfying fizzle along the way. "And, it's Icarus. Not just carus."

"It was okay I guess, they were teaching me some fighting techniques.. and I had to do a quiz about the durability of each tool and weapon." You sipped your drink. "Icarus.. carus.. same thing." He sighed.

"Kid, do you even know the meaning of my name?" You thinned your lips.

"I don't.. think memorizing the meanings of names are part of the subjects they teach me..." You smirked slightly.

"[Name]!" He whined.

"What? It's true. But that still wouldn't prevent you from being the carus I know." Towards the last word, you stood up slightly and poked his non-existent nose, making a boop sound along the way. He huffed.

"you got any tests coming up?" You sat back down.

"Mmm.. no, I don't think so."

"Yeah, you say that and then the next week complain about how hard and unfair it was." He pointed out.

"I swear! I don't have any tests this week." You protest, the skeleton didn't believe you. He scrunched up his boney face at you.

"Well.. you got any homework to do?"

"Nope."

"After school activities?"

"Nada."

"Special assignments?

"hmMMM— Nope." He sighed.

"Well, just go home for now. Sire would be angry if you wander away from the castle for too long." You adjusted the straps of your backpack, taking a stick with a warped fungus attached to it. A piglin, which was standing nearby helped you getting on the strider, almost like a dad teaching his son how to ride a bike for the first time.

You waved at the kind piglin and icarus before focusing on leading the strider to your location.

A man stood up from his desk, his dark red cape swooshing elegantly behind him as he looked out the red tinted windows. He stared down upon the long bridge connecting the main part of the castle with other areas, he sees a figure quietly riding a strider towards the moat sarrounding the castle, they were dressed like a commoner.

He thinned his lips. He'd been taking care of [name] for four years, due to his busyness, he ended up building a whole private school for them, hiring the most trustful mobs he knows to teach them the basics of minecraft. 'most trustful' as the mobs in the nether weren't that keen with players, or human kind in general, but they had their own respect for their species. He also didn't want a blaze to shoot a fireball at a nine year old.

He had isolated the teen from other humans, along with the whole existence of the overworld. Anytime the child would mention it, he'd dismiss the existence of the overworld, saying that it is mere fiction. He didn't spend much time with them besides breakfast, and dinner, or coming to scold them for skipping school. Either way, his minions do everything. Yes— everything. Helping them with homework, bathe them, entertain them. Why did notch even entrust him with a kid?

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