Desensitized (Herobrine X Hacker!Reader)

Part 4

Wh-BAM!

You only made it maybe 5 yards.

A massive sphere of red engulfed the forest, blasting trees from their roots in the process.

"WHAT!?" Herobrine was more than shocked. There was absolutely no chance (Y/n) had survived that blast! After a moment of silence, Entity303 rose from the smoke. "That was a HUMAN from your world!!!" The angered immortal spouted. The entity just turned around solidly.

<Entity303: You shouldn't have brought them here.>

<Entity303 has left the game.>

And just like that... he was gone.

Herobrine was ice cold as he stood there... Never before had..this happened. Quickly, he searched through the rubble of the fire engulfed forest, dearly wishing he wouldn't actually be responsible for a real human life! He was only bluffing before; trying to make himself appear tougher when he had used those threats of death... but...

That wasn't his plan. Not at all...

------Imma do this weird thing where I test out writing multiple perspectives... Is that fine with y'all?------

It hit him hard as a meteor.

In a darkly lit room, a small man jumped in his chair, quickly yanking the VR headset he wore off of his head. Next he struggled with his controllers, before weakly lifting himself from the chair. Sandy blond hair that hadn't been visible before now shown in the dark room. A perfectly made bed sat to the side of his desk in that small square room. On the other side, closer to the closed-off window was a bookshelf, where each book was perfectly sorted alphabetically on its shelves --a majority of the books related to coding and or history. The rest were just random ones he only picked up when bored, which rarely happened these days. In front of the bookshelf was a neat little stool, which he always kept perfectly straight near the corner.

After cleaning his VR set, placing them into a foam box that was then slid onto the lowest shelf of the bookshelf, the young man made his way out his bedroom door.

Standing at only 5'1 & 1/2, which he always prided himself in reminding others about that extra half an inch, it was easy sometimes to confuse this 18 year old with your average child. This, coupled with his obsession of video games, and he often was mistaken as a child. Worst part was that the rest of his family was relatively tall. Both of his younger brothers were already standing at least 5 inches over him, and his older sister was 5'7. This never stunted his ambition, however. And he always tried to look on the bright side of things.

His positive obsession was under a little bit of confliction, though, as he exited his room right into the kitchen, which his room was literally right behind. The young man stood on a stool to grab from a tall shelf a bag of his favorite coffee. He then made himself a cup, shaking as he waited. Maybe it would help? After setting the bag of coffee perfectly on the shelf, in the same angle it always was in, the young man sat at the kitchen table with his cup in hand and sipped from it as he watched cars drive past under the dull grey sky. There was only one tree within view that he could look at, and even then there were no birds on it that made any of the branches interesting. There was nothing to distract himself from the conflict within. His family was out on some vacation he had refused to join them in. His reasoning was that he was too busy... Far too busy..

He couldn't just do nothing anymore. Pulling out his phone, the young man quickly dialed a number and held it up to his ear, waiting for a response.

"Hey, Parker! What's the news?" A cheery, Swedish accented man answered the call.

"I'm out." Since we're on the topic of accents, the young man's accent was your average American, and his voice was not so cheery.

"What? Why? I thought you told me you loved this job? Did something happen?"

"Yes, something absolutely happened. You're right. Herobrine did hire the Cyber Demon. But it's much worse than that! He somehow managed to pull them into the actual game! And I had to kill them, or else the mission would have been compromised!" The younger man broke down at the end there with the troubling news, head falling onto his folded arms on the desk, trying to hold back the guilt bubbling from his throat.

"...What if they respawned? What did they look like?-"

"What they look like doesn't matter now! They're dead! I... killed someone..." There was silence as both men thought. "Mr. Mark...listen, I want to help you.. I really do... But I can't trust myself not to make any more rash decisions like that one... I'm going to have to decline your offer.."

The man on the other end of the phone was silent for some time. Then, with a heavy sigh, "...Alright.. I respect that. Thank you for helping as much as you did.. Please just send me your latest intel, and I'll see if I can do the rest myself... Don't give up on your dreams though, kid. I see so much potential in you. But have some time to think about it.. I'll be here if you change your mind."

"Thank you..." After that, the young man hung up the phone, and with a heavy sigh, he rested his upper half on the table some more and just let the guilt wash over him for a moment, hoping that maybe that would help him get over the pain.

(Ayyyy, finally! An update!)