Herobrine, the god of the night, the all-powerful, the one whom people fear every night and pray not to find, noticed you, his naive little lamb.

He doesn't know why he noticed you, especially you, a random human, with flesh and bones, he doesn't really understand, but he doesn't regret it either.

He takes care of you, protects you from monsters and sometimes bothers you, but he is always there, watching over you, watching your every move, watching from the darkness, from behind the mountain, always watching you.

After all, you are his, his puppet, his naive lamb. Sometimes he is bothered by your ignorance towards all this, he is bothered by the fact that you live in a fantasy, you have a routine, an ordinary life. You never asked yourself why you exist, why you appeared here, or anything like that. But he knows that he couldn't expect anything more from you, because you are fragile, so fragile that one blow from him and you would die. He likes this and hates it at the same time, he hates your mortality, but don't worry, he'll fix that soon.

"How many more times will I have to save you, idiot?" Herobrine says feigning an irritated tone. Of course, he had saved you from dying again, like always. It's not something that really bothers him. He continues carrying you, not wanting you to get hurt any more than you already are, he carries you home.