[Take Back the Night] Herobrine x Reader RP!

     
      
     Side note for the reader: This version of Herobrine I've made basically looks just like the one from TryHardNinja's 'Take Back the Night', blocks and all- and I'm not going to sugarcoat him, ya' got that? He looks exactly like the way he is in the picture above. Not a normal rounded human, like you are. You're not going to be blocky, due to the fact that you're stuck in Minecraft in this story.

     Another side note: I'm not going to make Herobrine some sex predator, like several other authors do. It's pretty much disrespecting his character to the highest degree. I mean, come on- he's an ancient being with a mostly healthy mind, you can't label him as a pervert for being scary. I'm going to make him seem more like a loving guardian to you.

     And, last of all- I'm making the setting begin in the world of the trilogy that first started out with 'Fallen Kingdom'. You'll see. By the way- NO LOVE TRIANGLES IN THIS ONE! 

     Alright, alright- I'll stop yammering. Here's the story.

     You had been lost for a few days in this familiar blocky world of yours. As much as it was dreamy to be stuck inside it during the day, it as well was terrifying to be wandering at night alone and helpless. You did not make a shelter- you were afraid that the mobs would spot it.

     It was tonight that you had spotted a queer place among a thick forest. It was a castle that was God knows how large... It was as if it reached above the clouds. It was a bit of a grey night, so it appeared to be that way. It was several shades of grey, black, orange, and red. It gleamed softly among the dark forest. The trees appeared to hide a bit of the glow. Lava softly bubbled far beneath its bridge. It seemed like a beautiful but cursed place.

     You began to wander up the stairs and onto the bridge, feeling the large bricks beneath your shoes gently slide along the nooks which were on the thin padding that stepped onto the stone. The bricks seemed to be eaten away by time.

     You arrived a the wooden door, seeing that it was left unlocked. Pixel-like torches gleamed and lit your rounded cheekbones with an orange glow. You seemed to have a fear of letting any block-like person see your rounded shape, afraid of frightening them. You had to take someone's shelter, though, at all costs to get away from any type of harmful creature.

     This castle seemed to remind you of... well, I don't think it's even necessary to even mention his name. This was no ordinary spawned building, nor any normal human's creation. You knew it was for the best to use it as a shelter, though.

     This left you with the door, and your hand.

     (Open RP!)