Herobrine and Gameknight999
Herobrine and Gameknight999
Gameknight999 had learned a lot from his time in Minecraft. What the best battle strategies were, how to effectively take down an enemy, et cetera… he just never thought that he would have to use those skills in the physical world too.
“Shawny, disconnect me.” Gameknight’s skin burned and froze at the same time, and suddenly he was back in his basement. Tommy sat up in his swivel chair, looking to Shawn. He gave his friend a thumb’s up. “Thanks man.”
“No prob.” An alarm suddenly cut through the silence, prompting Shawn to pull his phone from his pocket. “I gotta go, but I’ll see ya tomorrow Tommy!”
“Okay, bye!” he said as the boy sprinted up the stairs. He heard the door open and slam shut a level above him. Tommy sighed, leaning back in his comfortable chair. Traveling into and out of Minecraft always took a lot out of him. He glanced at his watch, noticing that it was close to dinnertime. As if on cue, his mom yelled down the stairs,
“Thomas! Dinner!” He climbed out of his chair, stretching his sore muscles and popping a few joints. He then walked up the stairs, though his mind was still back in Minecraft.
A yellow and white portal slowly swirled to life, the digitalizer’s ray feeding it. A tall shape was the first to step out, long black arms forcing their way into the physical world. The enderman’s purple eyes blazed as she took in the new world before her, shapes that shouldn’t be possible somehow existing in front of her. She slowly reached out to touch the curved edge of the desk lamp, marveling at its impossibility. At least a dozen other mobs came through the portal behind her; three zombies, two skeletons, four spiders, and a creeper. The enderman turned to the group, expecting more to come spilling out of the portal any second now. Instead, it spluttered and fizzed out of existence, the ray that was feeding it running out of juice. The mobs looked on in bewilderment. “Where are the others?” One of the zombies growled.
“The Gateway of Light does not have enough energy to let the rest of our brethren through.” A skeleton replied in its grainy voice.
“We must search for another power source.” The enderman screeched. “Come, let us explore this new land.” The monsters surrounding her all made noises of agreement, before following her up the stairs and out the door, staring at every new thing.
Tommy sighed as he stepped out of his family’s car, taking in the sight before him. The museum they were visiting had always been boring, even more so now that he had been through so much within Minecraft. His sister Jenny however was bouncing on the balls of her feet, excited as always. Their mother had decided that they needed to get out of the house for a while, hence their visit. The group of three quickly walked across the parking lot and into the building, Jenny insisting on going to the famous paintings first. As they were walking there, they passed through an exhibit on medieval weapons. Tommy stared at a replica sword as he passed by, mentally comparing it to the diamond blade he possessed on Crafter’s server. He shook off the thought as the passed the display case. Well, at least until an arrow slammed into the glass and shattered it, drawing screams from the pedestrians around. Tommy whipped around to see a skeleton with a bow in hand standing next to a collection of other mobs. “No… no no no! How?! I thought that- what?! But the Source isn’t- is they’re here then that means…” The enderman in the group turned to look at the stuttering Tommy.
“The Source? How do you know of the…” A look of recognition passed over her dark face. “Ah… the User-that-is-not-a-user. So this is what you look like in the physical world. I would have expected someone… taller.” Tommy’s mom turned to him.
“User-that-is-not-a-user? Tommy, what’s going on? How do these… things know you?” He looked to his mother.
“Look, I’ll explain everything later. You’ve gotta get outta here. They’re probably after me.”
“What?! Why would they-”
“Mom, things happened to me over the last couple months that I never told you about. Just stay back.” Tommy grabbed the sword from the remains of the display case, holding it out in front of him like he was used to. Theories ran through his mind on how the mobs had gotten to his world. He had been in Minecraft just last night; that wasn’t nearly enough time for all the servers to be overrun. No, this had to have happened some other way. Before he could give it too much thought, the enderman screeched,
“Seeing you here is quite the surprise, Gameknight999. We just came for a power source for the Gateway of Light, but it appears that our search had yielded an unexpected result.”
“How did you get here?! Who send you?!” The enderman chuckled.
“All in good time, Gameknight. Now, I suppose my master would want you dead, correct?” Tommy said nothing, all the muscles in his body tight with anticipation. He slowly walked in front of his family and towards the enderman.
“Tommy! What are you doing?!” His mom hissed. He ignored her. Suddenly, he heard a shotgun cock.
“Get down kid!” The police officer yelled. Tommy hadn’t even realized that the cops had showed up. The man took aim at the enderman.
“No, don’t!” He shouted, but it was too late. The gun fired, and the dark creature flashed red. She slowly turned to the officer who shot her, her eyes blazing. Then she started cackling, the shrieking sound bouncing off the walls and making Tommy’s blood turn to ice.
“Oh, you foolish humans. You have no idea what you’ve just started.” Suddenly, her jaw detached from her black skull, and she let loose a screech so loud that it would put a pterodactyl to shame. Tommy almost dropped the sword and covered his ears, but he forced himself to stay strong. The enderman suddenly teleported, reappearing right behind the lone police officer. She picked him up by the collar of his shirt, shocking him into dropping the shotgun. She screamed, “Let it be known across all worlds that I, Neeva, have paved the way for the monsters to invade this land, and NOTHING SHALL STOP US!” She suddenly dropped the man and threw a flurry of punches, rendering him unconscious in seconds.
“Stop!” Tommy yelled, but Neeva ignored him. The officer didn’t even stand a chance. The man collapsed to the ground, motionless. From where he was standing, it looked like the man wasn’t breathing. The other mobs cheered, fueling Tommy’s newfound anger. “Neeva, your fight is with me, not them!” She turned, and Tommy was quick to look down so he wouldn’t provoke her.
“Oh, but that’s where you’re wrong, User-that-is-not-a-user. My fight, OUR fight, is with your whole race. We have been confined to our digital existences for far too long. It is time for us to rule this world!” The monsters cheered again.
“No! You’ll never win! Not while I can help it.” Tommy retorted, taking a step forward. Neeva laughed again.
“You? You’re just a child.”
“Wrong. I’m the User-that-is-not-a-user. Now come on Neeva, let’s dance!” The enderman sighed.
“Alright, if that is what you wish. Brothers and Sisters, CHARGE!” All the mobs surged forward. Tommy- no, Gameknight wasted no time in doing the same. He fell upon the first zombies with a fury, tearing away their HP with little difficulty. Soon, all three of the green creatures were piles of rotten flesh and XP on the floor. Gameknight reached the creeper, striking it with his sword and stopping its detonation process. He cut at it again and again until it disappeared with a pop. He suddenly cried out as he felt a spider claw rake across his back. He spun, and with just four hits, reduced the large arachnid to nothing more than a spool of string. Ducking under a flying arrow, he made quick work of the two skeletons. He jumped over a furry black arm and cut down the spider it belonged to, before spinning and taking out two of the remaining arachnids at once. He whirled from one to the other, cleaving health from both almost simultaneously. Soon, it was just Gameknight and Neeva left standing. He panted slightly, shifting his grip on the sword. Neeva clapped slowly. “Bravo, Gameknight999, bravo. You truly are a formidable foe.”
“Yeah, it’s the reason I’m still alive. No thanks to you and your kind. I already took down Erebus and Feyd; do you really want me to add “Neeva” to the list?”
“I’m not planning on it, no.” Gameknight thought for a moment. Was it really worth it, provoking Neeva? Yes, he needed her gone. She didn’t belong in the physical world. So he took a chance, and raised his head to look her straight in the eyes. “Ooooooohhhhh, feeling confident now, are we?” Gameknight said nothing. “Well, who am I to disappoint?” Neeva suddenly disappeared in a flash of purple particles. Gameknight spun around and swung his sword, expecting the move. Neeva teleported straight into his moving blade, flashing red. She threw her black fists at him, moving too fast for the bystanders to see. Gameknight however, seemed to know each of Neeva’s attacks move for move, as if he anticipated them. It came from the multitude of battles he had fought in Minecraft, all that previous knowledge and experience resurfacing once more. Gameknight was like a whirlwind of destruction, cutting deep into the offending enderman. It wasn’t long until Neeva fell to her knees, HP hanging by a thread. Gameknight stood over her, his sword held at her throat.
“You’ll never win. I’ll always be here to stop you.” She looked up at him, equal amounts of terror and rage in her blazing eyes.
“Oh, this is far from over, User-that-is-not-a-user. My master will make it out of the Gateway of Light, and when he does, you’ll wish you died in that first battle with Erebus. And with that, she vanished, her purple teleportation particles transporting her elsewhere. Gameknight cursed under his breath, using a testificate swear word he heard Crafter mumble once. He looked up, and saw at least three dozen museum-goers staring at him with wide eyes, all wondering how a twelve year old boy could defeat so many monsters on his own. His mom stepped forward.
“Thomas James Feldman, you have a lot of explaining to do.”
Title is “303’s Revenge”
CHAPTER 1: Back into Minecraft
Gameknight999 walked downstairs, ready to play his favorite game, Minecraft. It was only 7:00 in the morning, but Gameknight thought it was late enough. With the recent lifting of the ban from the Council of Crafters banning users to talk to NPCs (Non-Playable Characters), he and Crafter could finally talk, and he could see Topper and Filler wrap their arms around his legs, smiling up at him.
Suddenly, he heard the phone ring, calling Gameknight to it with its annoying sound, like an alarm clock drawing a person to wakefulness. Picking it up, he heard a raspy voice. “Go to Crafter’s server, User-that-is-not-a-user. I have already taken a user from the physical world into Minecraft, and if you don’t come in, he will eventually die, along with the hundreds of other users I plan to do this to. Good day. I look forward to seeing you. Your user is currently in your hidey-hole.”
The phone clicked off, and Gameknight sighed. When will I get a break?” He thought. He dialed Shawny’s number, but got no response. “JENNY!” He called up the stairs, and his little sister came thundering down. “Jenny, I need you to help me. I’m going back into Minecraft. Keep watch over me, but if it seems like something will jump out of the screen, particularly 303, BACK UP. He will pull your whole being into Minecraft, but if he does, just hide in the hidey hole and call for help, unless you spawn with iron armor or better. In that case, just run to Crafter’s village.” Gameknight could tell his sister was bored with his over-cautiousness, so with a sigh, he stepped in front of the Digitizer, ready to take the Gateway of Light back into Minecraft.
And as he was enveloped by the blinding ball of light, he swore he heard a voice, a raspy voice like the one that called him on the phone; say “I’m coming for you, User-That-is-not-a-User.”
CHAPTER 2: 303
Appearing inside the mob chamber at the speed of thought, 303 looked around. Mobs of all kinds from the Overworld roamed this huge cavern, milling about with no purpose. A small flow of lava was nearby, pooling near a huge hole in the ground, out of which bats flitted in and out, still looking for the User-that-is-not-a-User. Many skeletons littered the ground, remains of NPCs from long ago, before bodies disappeared.
The grisly scene made 303 grin.
Howling a screechy wail, 303 called all of the mobs in organization by type. “MONSTERS OF THE OVERWORLD” he called, his voice that was once raspy, from accidentally falling face-first into a tree, eating three whole blocks of leaves, now powerful. “I know how depressed you are without your kings. We will miss Reaper, Xa-Tul, and Shaivalak.” Suddenly, in the middle of the speech, a small haunting of endermen appeared. “Are you not forgetting Feyd and Erebus, the ENDER kings?” They screeched. 303’s fist grew bright white, and he launched himself into the endermen, giving them a massive bear hug, leeching the HP out of their bodies and adding it to his surplus supplies, leaving them on the edge of destruction.
“Foolish Endermen, you know how I feel about lying. I will let you suffer while I create the other kings.” Walking to a Sister, he felt its fear. It supposed it would suffer horribly, and it closed its eyes. 303 merely swept a hand over the spider, saying in a bored voice, “You are Shaikora.” As the new queen opened its now purple eyes, it seemed relieved.
Moving to a zombie, he gathered many bats, and using their code and material, he improved the zombie painlessly, sculpting muscles out of bat flesh and welding it to the zombie, making it become zombie flesh, making it in an almost identical look to Xa-Tul, HeroBrine’s creation. 303 had found that if the creation did not hurt, generals were more obedient.
“What is this zombie’s name?” 303 asked. “This zombie is named Vo-Lor” The zombie replied. “Well, Zo-Lor, you are now the zombie king!” 303 shouted. Pulling out the heirloom of Xa-Tul II, a golden crown, he placed it on the zombie king’s bald, green decaying head.
Doing the same with a skeleton who called himself “Sharp-Shooter,” who then proved it by sniping a wandering user from a hundred blocks away, 303 created a specialty weapon for him; a longbow. It was hidden in the code, removed by Notch, but 303 didn’t care about what Notch did. Re-naming the skeleton “Sniper,” 303 moved on to his next work of art.
After creating Nitrus, King of the Creepers, a mutant creeper from a mod he’d once seen being run, Ya-Tut, King of the Husks, who was similar in physique to Zo-Lor, and Arcturus, King of the Strays, a skeleton with a Rocket Launcher as a weapon, 303 turned to the twitching endermen, who were now gasping for air, clinging on to the thinnest of threads of HP.
Crafting two of them into an enderman-shaped blob, he converted the other five into pure HP, and then he pulled out a suspicious, dark red ender pearl, and added them to the blob. Merging the HP into the whole thing, he spoke its name for all of Minecraft to hear “EREBUS, I WELCOME YOU BACK TO THE WORLD OF THE LIVING!! And as the blood red enderman cackled an eerie laugh that shook the fabric of Minecraft, he heard the faint buzzing that usually welcomed the User-that-is-not-a-user into the digital realm.
He is back, 303 thought, now let’s begin the fun.
CHAPTER 3: CreeperManG123
GameKnight999 materialized in a plain, the one he was used to seeing on Crafter’s Server, but something seemed wrong. The music of Minecraft was a bit off, as if the Oracle was dealing with yet another threat, and by the sound of the music, it was worse than Herobrine.
The beautiful night sky above Gameknight twinkled, the stars, albeit pretty, were deadly. Anyone out in an open field gazing upwards, admiring their beauty, would be most certainly picked off by zombies. Gazing around, the User-that-is-not-a-user spotted something.
Crouching on the ground was what seemed to be a machine. Large cylinders sat on its back, with cones on the tips making them seem like minuscule rockets. The mechanical looking suit gave of an odd iridescent shine, glowing with all colors of the rainbow, as if coated in Bismuth. Or was it germanium? Gameknight commonly slept through science class in school. The helmet broke off at just above the point of its mouth. Headphones sat on the user’s head, revealing the skin color to be a mottled green, like a…
“DUCK!” The user shouted, and then he whirled around. The red spots Gameknight had noticed were adorning the user’s armor suddenly flared bright red. Gameknight’s suspicions were confirmed when he saw the user’s face, that of a creeper. Chucking what seemed to be a can over the head of the User-that-is-not-a-user, Gameknight realized it wasn’t a can when it exploded, vaporizing a group of zombies that had crept up behind Gameknight. Looking above the new user, CreeperManG123, Gameknight saw there was a lack of a server thread.
Growling sounded from the trees around them, and Gameknight watched as zombies by the hundreds flowed out of the trees like a deadly blue and green wave.
“RUN!” Gameknight shouted, and as the deadly green wave poured out of the trees, Gameknight could have sworn he had seen, although he knew it couldn’t have been, the hulking form of Xa-Tul, directing the wave of zombies.
Gameknight and CreeperManG123 sprinted across the plain, and as the Gameknight looked back, he realized that for every step he took, the zombies took two. They would be overwhelmed soon enough. Suddenly, a roaring sound burst to life. CreeperManG burst up behind Gameknight, his jetpack apparently for real. They were now gaining on the zombies, moving forward three blocks for every one they shambled across. The creeper-user grunted as the wall surrounding Crafter’s village seemed to grow larger. Suddenly, when they were a mere block away from the wall, CreeperManG tilted straight upwards and shot over the wall, soaring high before landing on top of the blacksmith’s house.
Cheers erupted from the villagers, but when they saw that a user was in the village, watching them, they dropped their tools and linked their arms. However, once they noticed there was no server thread, they picked up their tools and continued working. There had already been three different Users-that-were-not-users, so what was a fourth one?
“ATTENTION EVERYONE!” the creeper-user shouted, but it seemed he wasn’t shouting, merely turning up the volume of his voice mechanically. Strange… The User-that-is-not-a-user thought. “There is a huge army of zombies coming,” the creeper said, “and we will likely be outnumbered.” Moans rose up into the air, further accenting his point.
“Archers, to your posts! Cavalry, get out there and attack the flanks! Pull back once they attack back, and then go back in! Morgana!” “Yes?” The old witch asked. “Splash potions of healing!” The creeper said. “Anyone too young or old to fight, lob healing potions from the wall onto the defenders and the zombies!” Most of the children didn’t understand, but the elders did and ran to the witch for potions, the children following suit.
Shortly after all of the children and elders had taken ten potions each, moans sounded from the forest around them. The cavalry came bursting out of the forest, all of them smiling. Gameknight asked “What happened?” They replied “No NPC casualties and we halved their army!” Gameknight smiled, and then sighed. I hope this battle turns out the same way. He thought.
The archers suddenly opened fire, a hailstorm of arrows pelting down on the opposing zombies. A few of them burst into flame, likely from Hunter and Stitcher, but Gameknight found a zombie with a chunk of TNT sticking out of his drooling maw. “HUNTER, SHOOT THE ZOMBIE WITH TN–” Gameknight needed not finish his sentence, for a flaming arrow flew through the air, striking the zombie in the face.
BOOM! The zombie exploded, throwing about thirty zombie bodies in the air, all of them disappearing. The explosive seemed to create a shockwave, blowing away zombies in a large area, but nobody noticed. Gameknight thought he saw a hulking zombie, directing the army, but a loud growl rose into the air, diverting his attention.
The zombies had stupidly walked into the range of the children and adults, who hurled potions with all of their strength, and at the same time, swordsmen poured onto the zombies, the healing potions helping them and harming the zombies. Within seconds, there were only about ten zombies left, when there once was two hundred. The swordsmen made quick work of the remaining zombies, and they all cheered even louder as they realized there were no piles of items containing food; there were no NPC casualties.
Gameknight smiled, and then he frowned as he saw a familiar creature wearing what seemed to be a tin-foil hoodie appear, put its hand on the shoulder of the one responsible for the great victory, and then disappear.
CHAPTER 4: The Nether
Materializing at the speed of thought in the Nether, Entity 303 pulled CreeperManG123 along with him to the Great Lava Ocean, talking as he walked. “Why couldn’t you complete your task?” 303 asked. “All you had to do was fly Gameknight into the wall! Zo-Lor lost about 400 troops from YOUR PITIFUL MISTAKE!”
“I tried to grind his armor down!” the creeper lied, “Knowing full it would protect him! You wanted him to suffer!” This brought a smile to 303, who then shouted, “We’re here! The Great Lava Ocean!”
The creeper-user stared wide-eyed at the massive expanse of lava as hundreds of blazes hovered out of the lava ocean. CreeperManG saw the occasional enderman, but he loved blazes, contrary to his user name choice. Moving to a group of blazes hovering over land, the creeper looked back at 303, who was busy crafting a zombie pigman king. 303 stopped, looked at the creeper-user and nodded, and then the Creeper-user struck out at the blazes with his diamond tipped aluminum-steel sword.
The Newest-of-the-Users-that-are-not-users had been running a metalworking and tech mod before he was brought in by 303, along with others, implementing the mods into Minecraft, which made the features become added into the server permanently. The aluminum-steel sword was rather light, but was as deadly as a diamond sword, the diamond coating helping to cut into stone like a pickaxe, making it multipurpose. One swipe drained almost all of the HP from each of the floating monsters. Putting his sword into his inventory, he walked over to the mortally wounded blazes, which were dangling over oblivion by the most miniscule of threads of HP, he began to craft.
Merging the blazes into one single blob, he added to the blob the thirst to rule the Nether, a desire to help its Maker and any of his friends, and an overwhelming love of life. Reaching up, he grabbed some glowstone and added it to the blob. Melding the whole thing together, he shaped the blob into the shape of a blaze, and then he reached backwards, yanking a blaze rod out of an unfortunate blaze behind him, causing the blaze to explode, showering the rest of the fortunate blazes with life-giving fire, although some of them were whacked with stray blaze rods. Adding the blaze rod to the blob, he used his crafting powers to make the glowstone’s glow increase by the ten-fold, and then placed it in the creature’s retinas, causing it to glow brightly, and with a final flourish of crafting power, he increased the power of the creature’s fire, giving it the power to liquefy nearly anything.
Stepping back, he admired his work as it sat up, wheezing mechanically. Gesturing to a couple of blazes, they carried their king into the lava, allowing it to drink up the heat, increasing the power of his flame. “What is my name?” The creature wheezed, “Maker?” The creeper smiled at the blaze, then spoke the name; “Infernus” Turning to Entity 303, the creeper let his eyes flare white. “Please, take me back. I grow bored of the Nether.” He lied. Entity 303 placed his hand on CreeperManG123 and then disappeared back into the overworld, leaving behind Ah-Ray, The Zombie Pigman King, who uses a backwards zombie alphabet, Infernus, Spectrus, a cold and calculating Wither Skeleton who even made the Wither generals in his army cower in fear of his vile lead-antimony-cadmium sword, which he carries as if it was as light as air and can poison anything it touches, Ghazer, the ghast king, who could spit balls of molten steel that solidified on their enemies, creating a metal cocoon, burning them in the process, and a dim-witted magma-cube king who still hadn’t thought of a name yet.
CHAPTER 5: The Creep Squad
After a few intense minutes of searching for the creeper-user, Gameknight found him on top of the watchtower, a worried look on his face. “What do you see?” Gameknight asked, noticing the fear that riddled CreeperMan’s face.
“In about two days from now, a thousand strong zombie and husk army will pour down on this village, along with the strays, skeletons, and, well… mobs from Dimension X, a… mod, I created and was running to check the compatibility with a metalworking mod I made, before I was, you know…” He swished a hand over his head, emphasizing the fact he was a User-that-is-not-a-user and his connection to the server was severed.
“There are the zombies, which split in two upon death to release vile Crawler Zombies, creepers that spawn in two new creepers when they blow up, skeletons that turn into skeletal armor for other mobs on death, and… Zo-Lor, the new zombie king.”
“However, I have some friends.”
Shutting his eyes, Gameknight felt him type through the chat, Creep Squad, ASSEMBLE! Suddenly, with a pop, a blue creeper-user-that-is-not-a-user appeared, sporting what seemed to be a freeze cannon and tanks full of light blue liquid. The spots on his armor that should have been red were a dark blue, but other than that, he seemed to be wearing the same armor as CreeperManG123. His username, HockeyKid634.
Next, a yellow one appeared, with very few modifications, the only noticeable one was yellow spots and a shark-face-shaped mask. This user sported a chest strapped across his back, and was dual wielding pickaxes made of a gray-ish metal. His name: Supershark511.
Finally, a bright red creeper appeared, however, instead of a jetpack on his back, he had long robotic spider legs that unfolded, allowing him to tower about five blocks into the air. His username was odd, reading, “If_You_Are_Close_Enough_To_Read_This,_RUN”
CreeperManG123 pointed at the blue one with one mechanical finger. “That is CreeperFight. We are all named for things we are good at. CreeperFight can freeze enemies solid and then whittle them down with his diamond-tipped-aluminum sword.” Turning to the yellow one, he said, “That is CreeperBuild. This guy can whip up almost whatever you want in one day, but he can also rig up traps nearly instantly. An unguarded village would have walls, murder holes, TNT cannons, archer towers and archer slits, and much more, before the villagers even noticed. And the red one is CreeperProgram. This guy can easily create any sort of redstone apparatus.”
“I am Creepercraft, because I can craft anything I can imagine.” Grabbing a few dispensers, some redstone, and a button from CreeperProgram, and a few steel blocks from CreeperBuild, Creepercraft dropped all these items on the floor. He held up one arm and flicked a switch reading “Drain Life,” and then picked up a beautiful red rose. He grasped it firmly until the rose crumbled to a nasty black dust, and then flicked the switch again. He swirled the items together, and then fired a glowing red beam out of his hands, into the mix. The items arranged themselves, and shortly after, Creepercraft pulled out a small item, and then he removed his right hand, which Gameknight noticed had no fingers, and placed the small construction onto the nub left behind. Creepercraft stuck the detached limb into his inventory, pulled out a few arrows, stuck them into the dispenser limb, and then pointed his hand at a tree and, without looking, shot a spider out of the tree.
Gameknight was amazed. This user had modded this into Minecraft? He was also suspicious. How did this user end up surviving 303? Was he an accomplice? However, the user interrupted these thoughts.
“I can also craft mobs.” He said. “303 is creating new kings, so I went to the nether, and created a powerful ally, who, when the time is right, will sever 303’s rule over the nether. 303 also has something new up his sleeve. He can steal the HP from mobs, and once he gets to one thousand HP, he can re make Herobrine.” Gameknight shuddered. Herobrine was one of his worst nightmares, just below Erebus, the late king of the endermen. “303’s kings include Shaikora the spider queen, Zo-Lor the zombie king, Sniper the skeleton king, Nitrus, King of the Creepers, Ya-Tut the husk king, Arcturus the stray king, Erebus, the risen king of the endermen, and many more.”
Gameknight’s blood turned to ice. Erebus was back? Gameknight had seen the last of him back at the Alamo, or was it 100 years in the past? Time travel still perplexed Gameknight. Either way, Gameknight knew that, whichever one of those times was the last time he saw Erebus, they would not stay that way for long.
CHAPTER 6: Herobrine
Entity303 thoughtlessly teleported around idly. He was busy thinking up strategic plans, and it helped him if his view was constantly changing. As he warped around, he checked his HP total. 900 hitpoints. 303 shouted out loud! He had been draining mobs for a while! How was the total only 900? That required 5 more zombies! As he thought about this, he subconsciously teleported to a small cave. Huddled in the corner was, as needed, 6 zombies. 5 for health, one for a vessel.
303 warped over to the zombies, and pulled out his lead tipped steel sword. He let his hand glow white, and then struck one zombie with the sword. The sword began to glow white, and 303 held it onto the zombie he had hit. White lightning shot outwards, striking each other zombie in the cave, except for the one meant to be Herobrine’s body. As the light faded, the zombies were gone, converted to pure HP and selfishly hoarded inside of 303. He then drew on his crafting powers to rip 999 hp from himself, converting it into habitable XP. Hanging over death, 303 quickly pasted Herobrine’s viral code into the XP, and then chucked the orbs at the zombie. The XP flowed into the zombie, and as it did, the creature’s eyes flared bright white.
“Hide in the shadows until you see a player, then die and let it take your XP.” 303 spoke, and the zombie grunted “Yes, Maker.” Before shuffling off to wait for an unfortunate player. 303 then teleported back to the cave of monsters, sucked an unlucky zombie’s HP dry, and then sat back and waited.
The village hunter dashed through the dense, dark forest. Though he could barely see ahead of him, he knew his village was ahead, but he wasn’t sure if he could make it. An arrow whizzed past his head. 5 more followed. He heard the bones shaking and the skeleton horse’s bony hooves hitting the ground getting louder with every step he took. Finally, he saw a light, the sun shined through holes in the roofed forest. It seemed like it was nighttime in there. Before him stood a clearing, and the walls of his village. He saw the two guards look in his direction, already seeing him approaching. “Hey!” The hunter called. “Open the gates!” Without hesitation, one of them pulled a lever, and the gate rose. The hunter could somewhat hear the pistons activating from where he was. He finally entered the clearing. The sun was high in the sky, and it made him glare. Just when he thought he was safe, an arrow hit his leg and he fell to the ground. He let out a cry of pain, and the last thing he saw was an army of iron-clad skeletons on horseback, and a sword zooming towards his face. Shocked, the guards pulled the lever once more to close the gates. More skeletons came out of the forest and began building a cobblestone structure. The speed of their construction was astonishing. The gate was still closing, and the army drew nearer. The gate was barely closed when a skeleton on horseback nearly made it through. The gate closed, crushing the skeleton horse and its bony rider. The skeletons who were building placed a lever on their cobblestone construction, and the hissing of ignited TNT was heard. They built a TNT cannon. An ear shattering boom filled the air, and a block of TNT flew towards the wall of the village. The shockwave spread throughout the village, and a gaping hole was left in the wall. The alarm had not been sounded yet, but the soldiers of the village took up arms, along with other villagers. The incoming army ran through the wall. A few arrows were shot at the skeletons, but a dozen more were fired back. 7 villagers had already fallen. Only 3 of the skeletons were killed. The skeletons rode throughout the village, killing anyone they could. Once the defending villagers were killed, the army began to burn the village. A single block of TNT was placed inside of the watchtower. Once it went off, the skeletons had access to the tunnels. 11 skeletons unmounted from their horses. They climbed the ladder into the tunnel system. Four skeletons at the ends of the group pulled out bows, while the rest pulled out iron swords. The one in the middle, the leader, drew an enchanted diamond sword. Walking further, they saw that most of the villagers had fled through the tunnel system. The ones that hid were pulled out and shot. The leader knew the villagers would flee, but he had a plan for it. He lead his army through the tunnel system. The TNT had gone off. Items littered the floor, and villagers stood there, helpless, as there was a cobblestone wall blocking their path. The village crafter had survived, as planned. The leader grasped the crafter’s grey smock and pulled him closer. The skeleton started to speak. It sounded like bones grinding against each other, somehow forming words with the noise. “You pathetic little thing” the leader said, disgust filled his voice. The crafter’s green eyes widened with fear. He signaled for two of his villagers to bring to him a villager, the crafter’s wife, Librarian. She screamed and struggled as they brought her towards the leader. “Wait, please no!” the crafter pleaded. “Crafter!” his wife exclaimed. “Please let her go” the crafter said, looking into the dark empty eyes of the leader. “Let her go” the leader commanded. The skeletons threw her to the ground. “Fire” he commanded once more. “Wait no…” she was silenced by four arrows that hit her. She flashed red briefly, and disappeared, leaving behind her items. “No…” the crafter said in shock. The leader chuckled. “Sternum” a scratchy voice said from behind. “Users are here!” The leader turned to face the skeleton. “kill them all, show them that we are not to be messed with” he replied. “Yes Sternum”.