Both world chaos By Judah
Herobrine the ancient virus slowly advanced towards the village, cackling softly to himself. Soon he would carry out his plan and the Overworld would make the Nether and the End look like a mushroom biome. Around him, a dozen monsters shuffled onward ready to carry out the Maker’s plan. As the enemy advanced a horn blew in the distance. Dozens of villagers stormed out. Quickly Herobrine teleported to a villager’s side and let his power seep into him. Immediately the villager’s skin took to a sickly green, a hateful red, and a dull grey. Herobrine poured in every last bit of his strength and then put in eternal loyalty more powerful than any other of his creations. Herobrine eventually stopped and looked at his creation with pride. It had long scaly legs, one dark black eye, and a long black cloak. In its hands, it carried a long curved sword with a flat end complete with a black dragon egg as a hilt and a fire breathing dragon head on one side of the blade and a diamond blade at the other side. In the middle was a black Ender sword point like Herobrine’s. Sitting on his shoulder was a giant Wither. Every villager around him transformed into a monster of the same race just without the power of A.I.
“Maker,” the first one hissed, “What are my instructions?”
“Lead your troops across the surface of the Overworld and make more of your kind. Just leave alone the User-that-is-not-a-user and his friends. They are mine.” And with that Herobrine cackled so wickedly that it made the trees shake and the world trembles at the fear of his terrible wrath.
Gameknight999 placed the last cobblestone block on the wall. The day before some creepers exploded next to the wall. No one had been hurt but the wall had been damaged so Gameknight had built up the wall as steady and strong as last time. As he was walking through the village, Digger ran up to him breathlessly.
“Crafter wants to see you” he gasped. Gameknight ran over to Crafter.
“What’s wrong,” Gameknight asked.
Crafter stepped aside revealing a tired man lying on the ground.
“Herobrine has a new enemy,” he gasped. They are made from…” and then he dissolved into XP.
Gameknight raised two fingers above his head. The salute of the dead. Then he looked at Crafter. “We must get ready. I need you to ask Digger to lead the villagers to another server. Then I want Hunter, Stitcher, you, and Herder to meet me right here when everyone has left. Got it.” Crafter nodded and ran off.
Gameknight sat down and relayed his plans to his dad through chat that he would bring his friends into the physical world.
“Are you sure about this?” he said.
Positive.” said Gameknight. Two minutes later they were all in the crafting chamber. “Alright,” said Gameknight. We are going into the physical world. I want all of you to stick to me or you will get left behind. Everyone huddled together and Gameknight typed in his mind E-X-I-T.
When Tommy woke up he looked around. Nearby him lay his friends. When everyone got up he showed them to his room and they fell asleep. The next day As Tommy went to his desk to plan, his dad reminded him that he had to go to school. “Um hello,” said Tommy. “You do not understand. Haven’t you noticed that we need to save Minecraft.”
“Today is the last day of School. Can it not wait one day.”
“Fine”
“Oh, and take your friends with you.”
“Dad you do know that I can have Hunter shoot you in the neck with her bow if I wanted to.”
“Tommy”
“Ok.” At first, school went by ok. Sure at one point, Hunter told a bully that if he did not shut up she would kill him but the bully did not know that she meant it and Tommy got everyone out before anyone got hurt. Then at the last period Tommy Heard, a spine-rattling cackle that he knew all too well. “Herobrine,” he thought. His friends were thinking the same thing. They were in big trouble. Herobrine stormed into the room flanked by about a thousand monsters.
“Which one of you is the-user-that-is-not-a-user.” He hissed. Immediately Tommy stood up along with his friends.
“You should not have come here, Herobrine,” he said. Hunter and Stitcher drew their bows. Crafter drew a sword. Herder was too busy looking towards the class hamster to notice. Herobrine laughed and drew his sword. Tommy drew his. Herobrine laughed again
“You’ve always barely escaped when we’ve dueled and now you are not even the user-that-is-not-a-user. How do you expect to succeed now.”
“Because of this,” said Tommy’s teacher. She drew her ruler and raised it into the sky. Immediately she became an old haggard woman and her ruler became a long crooked staff. Tommy gasped.
“You..” he said.
“Yes,” said the oracle. “Now come on Herobrine time to die.
