Monster

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My name is Steve. I live in this digital world. It's my abode; a cubic land of blocks. This world becomes far more dangerous and deadly at night than morning's light.
Spiders. Zombies. Skeletons. Endermen. Creepers. These creatures, for some reason, have pure, everlasting hatred towards every living soul. Normally, if a user dies, they simply respawn back with a click of a button, but for me? It's a Game Over.
People see me as Steve, one of the models of Minecraft, a kind NPC, but holy Notch, I've turned into something dark and cruel.
Four weeks ago, I was traveling through the forests thirsting for adventure. Everything was blanketed with a silver beam of light coming from the moon. I had a torch and my trusty iron sword with me, so I wasn't too worried. I could already pick up the scent of zombies; rotten and obnoxious. Not wanting those groaning, disgusting guys take notice of my presence, I quickly turned on my heels and broke off into a run.
As I sprinted between the trees, I caught a glimpse of a building. I immediately screeched to a stop. I had never seen it before. I suddenly remembered that I was tired and didn't have a place to stay for the night. Cautiously approaching the fractured, mossy structure, I examined its condition. It looked abandoned and deserted, but I decided it would be enough for one night's sleep. However, as I walked further inside, I saw a strange NPC staring at me square in the eyes. It looked furious, dangerous...demonic. The blazing eyes of the NPC aimed at me, and grinned. I knew who it was... him, Herobrine.
"We meet again, old friend." screeched Herobrine. "Notch can't save you now." He flew up and hovered towards me. I had my sword ready, and made a defensive position. Herobrine stopped, and cackled. "What are you laughing about, demon?" I yelled, sweating. Blocks of sweat flowed down my blocky face as I faced my nemesis. "Fool, I'm much more stronger. Everytime my power gets stronger with each kill of NPCs." He stopped for a while, and grinned again. "I killed Narso." Now, if you're asking me, Narso is a villager, but a special one. He was a code-villager, the ones that can change Minecraft's program itself. "No!" I cried, enraged. I took out my sword and charged towards Herobrine. He simply dodged and struck me back with a single punch. I lost lot's of health, and only a half of heart remained. I was badly wounded, and I knew I was going to be dead for sure.
But just as I was going to accept my fate, Herobrine didn't kill me. He walked towards me, and said:"You are something wonderful, aren't you, Steve?" He kneeled down, and mumbled something. Suddenly, 1's and 0's filled the air, pain erupting my body as I floated above. "What are you doing?!" I screamed. "Imagine..." Herobrine said softly. "Infinite forces of power from the tips of your fingers. I'm giving these to you..." He then casted a command, and I began losing energy. "NO! NO! I'M...Not..." and I faded. I lost conciousness, and my eyes began blazing red. I began cackling as Herobrine smiled. This is my alter ego. I have him under my locked cage, but if I let him out...I am a Monster.
Category:Creepypasta