Your world was haunted. Not that it bothered you or anything, Herobrine was rather friendly and made it less lonely. He was more like the silent shy friend than the scary murderous demon everyone made him out to be.

You had came home after mining peacefully for most of the day, entering your house only to be greeted with the sight of Herobrine sitting atop your fridge, holding the cookie jar you specifically put up there so he couldn’t get with his mouth stuffed with cookies. He looked up at you as you entered, a small, goofy yet guilty grin spreading on his face as cookie crumbs fell from his mouth.