Herobrine and The Banned Realms REMASTERED

Attention! There are three things YOU need to know!

 * 1) Everything here is fictional, it simply doesn't exist.
 * 2) This page was specifically made to entertain readers
 * 3) The following is a remastered version of the original HATBR By MPW (me) and Shrautsticks.

Chapter 1: The Dream
The mysterious Herobrine everyone has been tracking for years is ready to slumber once more in his hideout he's been laying low in for decades. The reason he had been hiding for what felt to like an eternity, was a plan to get everything ready to destroy Minecraft once and for all. He thought and thought, with each plan falling on each other. There was many times when it seemed hopeless for ol' Herobrine. Until one day, a dream like no other motivated him to join a movement.

 Aye aye aye, it's late already? Damn. Well, I guess I'll be heading to bed. I'll continue this tomorrow, I suppose.

He'd turn the bed, letting out a yawn before laying down on it. His eyes would close as he descended into his slumber. Before he knew it, he seemed to be in a nether-like world. Lava was everywhere, heating up the nether as if it were an oven. Curious, Herobrine walked among the inferno. No ghasts, blazes, or wither skeletons were around. It was like a complete isolation in hell. But then, a figure would form right in Herobrine's path, stopping him right in his tracks. It would take form of a human, but would be complete netherrack with 2 white eyes just like his. The creature would speak to him;

<???> Ah, hello my friend. I see you have stumbled upon my land on accident? Or did you trespass on purpose? I guess we'll never know. I'm just kidding, I brought you here for a reason, as I've seen you have a similar craving to mine; destroying Notch's foundation.

 What do you exactly want from me?

<???> Nothing, actually. I just want permission from you so my friends and I can join in this "reputation" you have going.

 I suppose it wouldn't hurt. I do need some help making it possible, anyway.

<???> It's a start then...

 By the way who are you?

<???> You will find out soon enough, my friend. Oh, I almost forgot. Since we're on the same page, I want you to take the plans you have and head to the gold temple. One of my long time allies will be waiting there for you. Here's a compass so you don't get lost. Good luck...

Herobrine would wake up the next morning, still slightly tired but determined. As he got off the bed, he realized he was holding onto something. But he didn't remember grabbing anything and going to sleep with it. As he unfolded his hand, he saw the compass the mysterious entity gave him from the dream. He was speechless and in complete shock. It lasted only a few moments before he shook his head and got back on track.

Before he left, plan and compass in hand, he realized he needed his old sword. Herobrine slid the compass in his pocket, and walked over to a chest. He lifted it up and began to scramble through the chest, feeling for the sword. As soon as he felt something slice open his hand, he realized he found it. His old, but still shiny enchanted sword.

 Ah, it's still good as new. I missed you, old friend.

Chapter 2: Adventurer
Now, he'd turn back to the exit, satisfied. Before he knew it, he was walking on soft, fresh, and green as ever grass. The soft feeling brushing at his feet were something he missed. But he wasn't going to stop and cheer about being free, for he had busy manners to tend to. Herobrine continued on and on, day and night. The world became a struggle for him, something he was expecting from it. However, things escalated when he crossed paths with a group he'd never volunteer to meet again. The group consisted of 4 men, locked and loaded with heavy armory. They would see Herobrine, and Herobrine saw them. They immediately registered who he was, and began shooting their rifles at him in an attempt to kill him.

Herobrine hid behind a spruce tree, clueless of what to do next and in fear of his life. He heard the gunfire suddenly stop, as the scent of gunpowder filled the air. This made Herobrine feel secure, but he wasn't safe just yet. Herobrine quickly and sneakily sprinted away, and continued his adventure to find the temple. The drastic search for the temple continued, as Herobrine grew tired more and more. His legs pained him, he was hungry and thirsty, and the humidity was too hard to keep up with.

WIP