Herobrine and the Banned Realms (REMAKE)

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Chapter 1: The Dream
Herobrine sat in the center of his hideout, the well crafted shelter that would keep him hidden in the dark for the longest time. Torches provided the only light, the outside world was too dangerous for Herobrine. He knew from experience, from whatever lurks above is capable of. It's a little too risky, for sure. It's no comfortable little hideout, but it was home sweet home for him. The day was coming to an end, and Herobrine sensed it. He turned over to his bed, and sat down. He read an old book, a book he read countless times. He placed the book to the side after a minute or two of flipping through pages, and rolled beneath the blankets for a sound sleep. He shut his eyes, and it all went black.

It suddenly felt warm, a little too warm to be earthly. His eyes shot open, as he found himself now laying on netherrack. It felt gross, being slimy and rock hard at the same time. It made a god awful squishing noise as he got up and on his feet. He looked around, seeing as he was now in the underworld. It was strange to say the least, he was completely confused. He was in his hive just moments ago, and now he's in a completely different setting. He could hear an unnatural shriek come from behind. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, as he slowly went to turn to see what caused the sudden screech. To his surprise, there was actually someone there. It was a figure exactly like Herobrine, except half of it was corroded away by greasy netherrack. It suddenly spoke out, in a gritty chopped up voice.

"Y̴-̷Y̸o̷u̷.̸.̵.̷"

"What about me?" Herobrine tilted his head.

"Y̵o̸u̷ ̸B̵E̴T̷T̷E̶R̴ ̷r̷u̸n̴.̵.̶"

"Why should I?"

"I̸̭͇̓ ̵͚̓͗a̴̺͗̏ṃ̷͒̑ ̵̙͎͠y̸̠̺̎͠o̶̡̊̓ȗ̵̹̱r̵̮̄ ̵͈͐͋W̶͖̉̇Ǒ̵̤͕R̸̖̮̂̚S̶͉̄̉T̶̗͆ ̶̧̩̿͘n̶̙̺̐ĭ̵̗̩ḡ̴̨h̸̝́t̴̘̽̅m̷̗͠a̸̬̗̕r̴̯͒̚ĕ̷̻̖̅.̷̨̭̏"

Herobrine shook his head, clearly annoyed by this wannabe version of him. He wasn't going to be haunted by some imposter who wanted to bring fright upon him.

"You're not my worst nightmare, you're a fraud."

"A̸̞͘r̶͈̈́͆ȇ̸̱͍ ̵̬̇y̷̗̪͒͊o̷̪͛͘u̴͎͝ ̷͔͖̅͠s̵̰̩̽͠ṵ̶͚̑͘r̵̻̮̅e̶͇̺̊ ̶̬͂̽y̸̻̾ȍ̶͓u̶̼̽̈́ ̷̳̏w̸̩̑͗a̵̟̰̽̊n̷̳̲̋̀t̶͔̋ ̶̳̳̽̒ẗ̶̗̗o̷̜̎̆ ̴̣͒̚s̵͈̥̈ȧ̷͚̜y̷͉̒̍ ̵̮́t̸̡̩̿h̷̬̒̇ä̴̬́ͅt̴̙̞̃?̸̙̀̿ͅ"

"Look, just what the hell do you want from me."

"I̴ ̴c̸a̶m̴e̴ ̴t̵o̶ ̴y̷o̵u̶,̵ ̸I̸ ̷k̶n̵o̵w̶ ̸y̵o̷u̵.̴ ̵F̸o̷r̸ ̶y̶e̴a̷r̵s̴ ̷y̶o̸u̶'̶v̸e̵ ̸b̵l̸o̵c̸k̷e̶d̸ ̷y̸o̴u̵r̸s̶e̶l̸f̵ ̵a̴w̵a̴y̵ ̵f̴r̶o̴m̸ ̵t̷h̷e̸ ̴l̵i̴g̵h̷t̴ ̶o̷f̸ ̸d̵a̵y̵.̵ ̷D̸o̴n̵'̶t̶ ̶y̷o̶u̶ ̵w̴a̶n̶t̶ ̷t̸o̶ ̴r̸e̸i̸g̶n̴ ̷t̶e̷r̷r̶o̷r̴ ̵u̸p̷o̶n̷ ̸t̶h̷o̷s̶e̶ ̵w̶h̶o̷ ̷s̶u̴c̷c̷e̵e̵d̶e̶d̴ ̶t̸o̸ ̵a̶v̷e̷n̵g̶e̸ ̶t̶h̸o̷s̷e̵ ̶y̵o̸u̸'̶v̶e̷ ̵k̷i̸l̶l̸e̶d̶ ̸o̴n̷c̷e̷ ̶m̴o̵r̸e̴?̸"

"That would be nice- but why go into my dreams?"

"T̶h̵a̷t̶ ̴d̵o̴e̷s̷ ̵n̸o̶t̸ ̸m̸a̸t̴t̸e̷r̸ ̷r̵i̷g̷h̸t̷ ̴n̴o̶w̷.̶ ̸W̷h̸a̸t̷ ̸d̴o̴e̵s̷?̸ ̸w̴e̷'̶r̸e̵ ̵b̸o̴t̷h̶ ̶o̵n̸ ̸t̴h̸e̵ ̷s̸a̴m̷e̴ ̴b̶o̶a̷t̵.̶ ̶W̴e̷ ̴w̶a̷n̴t̶ ̸t̴o̵ ̸s̶c̷a̴r̵e̷ ̴t̴h̴e̸ ̵b̶l̸o̴o̶d̶ ̴o̴u̸t̶ ̷o̶f̷ ̸p̴e̸o̸p̷l̸e̷ ̷q̸u̵i̴t̴e̸ ̴l̸i̴t̵e̴r̵a̵l̷l̸y̸,̷ ̸a̸n̴d̷ ̸w̶e̵'̴r̷e̸ ̸h̸a̵v̶i̵n̸g̷ ̴t̵r̵o̵u̶b̵l̵e̶.̷ ̴"

"Uh huh?"

"I̶ ̷a̵s̶k̸ ̶o̵f̶ ̸y̶o̶u̷ ̵f̸o̴r̸ ̴o̶n̸e̶ ̶t̴h̵i̴n̵g̴;̴ ̶m̴e̵ ̶a̵n̷d̷ ̷m̸y̸ ̸f̶r̵i̶e̶n̸d̴s̴ ̴n̵e̴e̶d̵ ̷a̸ ̵l̴i̵t̶t̷l̷e̷ ̶h̶e̴l̷p̵ ̴g̵e̷t̶t̴i̶n̷g̷ ̶b̴a̷c̸k̵ ̵o̸n̶ ̴o̶u̷r̵ ̶f̴e̵e̷t̸.̴ ̴I̷t̴ ̴w̸o̸u̶l̶d̶ ̷b̸e̷ ̵g̸r̶e̸a̸t̶l̷y̷ ̴a̷p̴p̸r̵e̴c̷i̵a̸t̴e̸d̷ ̴i̵f̵ ̷y̵o̴u̸ ̸c̸o̴u̸l̷d̶ ̷l̸e̴n̵d̸ ̴a̷ ̶l̴i̷t̴t̸l̵e̴ ̵h̷e̵l̵p̸.̴"

"What's in it for me?"

"Y̷o̷u̷ ̵w̷i̷l̵l̷ ̸f̶i̴n̸d̵ ̴t̸h̴a̷t̴ ̸a̶l̷l̶ ̷i̶s̶ ̵n̸o̸r̶m̸a̴l̶ ̴f̸o̶r̸ ̴y̴o̸u̸.̴ ̶Y̴o̷u̷ ̵w̵i̴l̸l̸ ̸n̴o̴ ̶l̵o̷n̸g̵e̸r̵ ̶h̷a̸v̸e̷ ̶t̴o̶ ̴f̸i̴n̸d̴ ̴s̴h̴e̸l̶t̷e̸r̴,̵ ̶i̸n̷s̴t̴e̴a̴d̶ ̶y̵o̶u̷ ̷s̶h̵a̸l̸l̷ ̷b̷r̴e̷a̶t̶h̴e̶ ̴t̵h̷e̷ ̴f̷r̵e̸s̴h̷ ̸a̷i̴r̴ ̵a̴n̵d̶ ̶f̵e̸e̴l̵ ̶t̶h̶e̴ ̴s̸u̴n̸s̴h̶i̵n̴e̴ ̵o̴n̸ ̴y̵o̸u̴.̶ ̴N̶o̶b̵o̴d̵y̷ ̵w̶i̷l̴l̴ ̵t̴r̵y̶ ̸t̴o̴ ̶a̴t̶t̵a̵c̸k̷ ̵y̵o̸u̶,̶ ̵a̸s̴ ̸y̷o̵u̵ ̷a̶r̶e̷ ̸n̴o̶w̸ ̷b̷e̶y̷o̷n̶d̶ ̷i̵m̸m̴o̷r̶t̷a̷l̶ ̷t̴o̶ ̷t̸h̴e̸i̶r̶ ̶d̵e̷f̸e̵n̸s̷e̷s̴.̶"

"I guess. What do I have to do?"

"H̸e̸r̶e̸,̶ ̷t̴h̵i̴s̵ ̷w̵i̷l̷l̶ ̴h̶e̵l̶p̵ ̸y̵o̸u̴.̸" It dropped a rolled up paper.

Herobrine picked it up, and unrolled it. He was given directions to some "Sunheart" temple in a nearby desert. Herobrine shook his head, and raised a brow. He pondered;

"But this is outside... how am I supposed to get past the dangerous beyond?"

"D̴o̷n̸'̴t̸ ̸t̵h̴i̸n̷k̷ ̵t̶o̸o̵ ̵m̷u̶c̵h̶ ̸a̵b̴o̸u̵t̴ ̷i̸t̸.̵ ̶T̴h̵e̸y̷ ̸c̶a̴n̶'̷t̷ ̷h̵u̴r̴t̵ ̸y̷o̵u̶ ̷i̷f̵ ̴t̴h̵e̶y̵ ̷k̷n̸o̵w̵ ̵j̵u̶s̷t̵ ̴h̴o̵w̵ ̷d̴e̵m̶e̴n̶t̶e̸d̸ ̴y̴o̵u̷ ̴a̷r̵e̷.̸ ̶Y̴o̸u̴ ̴h̸a̴v̴e̵ ̴a̶ ̴j̵o̵u̵r̶n̵e̶y̸,̵ ̶H̷e̷r̴o̴b̵r̸i̵n̷e̶.̴ ̸."

"WAI-"

Herobrine suddenly woke up, out of his sleep. He threw the blanket off him, and he sat at the side of the bed to contemplate what just happened. He suddenly realized he was holding something, and that very something was the paper that the strange figure presented to him. It was the exact paper, the same writing, the same beaten up condition, nothing was different. He knew this was serious, not some cute little task. He got to work, hopping off his bed and walking to the chest. He opened up, and scrambled around looking for something. He knew just what he found when he felt a burning sensation. With a bloody hand, he pulled out an old sword.

"Here you are, my old friend." He chuckled, happy to see the relic back in his possession.

He got up and off his knees, and he made it to the exit. For the very first time in forever, he saw what truly was the light of day. The blades of grass felt soft against his feet, the feeling of fresh air soothed his nerves, and the environment felt cheery and upbeat. Now all he had left to ponder; what now?

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