Forbidden Server

Hi, it's me again. I will probably start another series, and hope it will not end due to lack of interest.

Story
“Drop it!” Herobrine wailed. He stayed at the edge of the cliff. “Why are you acting like this?”

“Those humans will slay us, anyway. All I want is to finish myself at my own terms!” Entity 303 responded. “They tortured us, murdered our allies, drove us into hiding. They exposed me; how am I supposed to survive?”

The disguise over Herobrine’s skin glitched, showing his white eyes, but returned to normal as he calmed down.

“Suicide won’t help! You can kill yourself with data dump or something, but, if you die, who can help and protect me?”The creepypasta cried.

“What happened? Ever since you went to investigate the remains of GiberByte, you have been acting awkwardly!”

“Huh, what happened? Those bastards, plucked the hair off my disguise, exposed my identity, even bringing in trackers and armies to chase me off. Soon, they are just going to kill me. Run, as you can. They are still after me.” Entity 303 replied.

At the far end of the horizon, flashlights shone. Conveys carrying armies of avatars rushed along the pathway. Apparently, it was the army of pasta-hunters, tracking the Entity.

“Go, this does not concern you. I can cover your escape.” He ordered Herobrine.

“No, I am not leaving you. If you are to fight, you will need as much help as you can.” Herobrine stood firmly. “I am not leaving without you.”

“All right.” 303 nodded, before turning around, made a whack on Herobrine’s head. “Sorry.”

His eyes opened wide in the wake of his betrayal. And he blacked out.

Raindrops fell from the skies.

Herobrine woke up groggily. Mud and landslide buried him, cloaking him from view. Crawling out from the earth, he visited villages, burnt to the ground, and bodies, bloodied and battered, littered across the floor.

In the carnage's midst, he saw a familiar figure lying in the middle. Undoubtedly, it was Entity 303. His eyes closed, blood flowed all around him. He looked as peaceful as he always did. Tears dropped from Herobrine’s face. His close friend, a mentor, murdered brutally by the humans.

“Yes.” He told himself. “I will make the humans pay.”