It was rainy that night. I love rainy days, because they are good days for wrath. I had killed many people and destroyed many villages now. I was going out for a while. I was looking for someone to trouble. Just then, I heard cries. I saw a box in the middle of the woods. When I looked inside, I saw the most horrific thing anyone else would see: A baby. I was looking forward to killing it like I always did, but a part of me told me that I shouldn't. I obeyed. I listened to the baby's cute cries, it was a boy. A baby Boy. I reached my hand out to the boy, and he was cold and soft. 

 Way too young to stay out all by himself. I looked around, but I saw no one was watching; they were afraid of me. I had no choice but to take him with me. I never knew what it was like to hold a baby in my arms. As he held on to my back, he stopped crying and snuggled close. I felt a good feeling about caring for him. I flew away with him.

I gazed at the ground below me. I looked for a home of some sort I could take over. I saw a big house made of solid wood and wood planks. It looked good to me. The boy on my shoulder was asleep. I felt his tiny heart beating against it. For once, I felt love towards him. I took over the house, throwing people out, and laid the little boy down on the bed. He woke up.  "Dada!" He said, grasping my wrist. I wasn't his dad, although I wish I could be. I never knew what the meaning of love meant because I didn't have a family,

and that's what I realized now. I never had a wife, and I didn't have children, either. " Hey, little guy. Why aren't you with your mom, huh?" I said. Of course, he just wanted to play. I played with him for a while, and soon after, I heard his tiny stomach rumbling at me. " Looks like you're hungry. I'll be back." I said. I set off to find food for him. I found a chest downstairs, luckily.

Opening it, I found a milk bucket, luckily. I put it in a bottle, warmed it in the furnace, and went to feed him. I wasn't sure how old he was, so I didn't know if he could eat proper food yet. I gave him the bottle, and he spilled some of it on himself. So, I had to hold him in my arms and feed him. I felt love towards someone for the first time, in, like, forever.

Me feeding him (:

 Finally, he was asleep. I was tired myself. I have never felt so much love towards another person before. I decided I'd give him a name: Debbie. I thought it was a lovely name. I finally had someone to love, after all these years of loneliness. I had the ability to be complete from an empty heart. Life was just starting.

 THREE YEARS LATER

"Debbie!" I called. I went upstairs. "Look daddy! A polar bear!" He said, looking out the window. He says every animal is a polar bear. " That's not a polar bear, Debbie. That's a sheep." I said, holding him up onto my shoulder and going downstairs. I put him into his booster seat as he played with his stuffy. " Daddy, can I sit on a chair?" He asked. " I wouldn't see you." I replied, waiting for the furnace to cook. "You can't see me!" He said. I turned around, and he was gone. I was relieved when I saw he was behind the counter. "Found you, buddy!" I said, tickling.

 He laughed and laughed. It made me feel happy when he was happy.

I was pleased that I, as Herobrine, King of monsters, with an empty heart, was able to give him food to eat, water to drink, and, most importantly, a dad to love. ((((((:;  

I was putting Debbie to bed for his nap later that day. "Good night daddy. I love you." He said. This is the first time someone actually said that they loved me. I acted accordingly." I love you too, little buddy. Sleep well." I said, closing the door to his room. My face flushed with pride. I finally had a son to love in my life.

 I was at my sister's house, and I was on my way back. Debbie was at home, watching television. I had already fed him this afternoon, so he should be fine. He eats natural food now. He's four years old. He's pretty smart for someone his age. I arrived home after a walk. Flying sounded lame, really. As usual, Debbie was watching tv. That's when my heart sank. All the way down. He was watching the news. News that featured me and all my doings. "How long did you keep me from this?" He asked.

"Debbie-" I started. "How long did you keep me from this?" He said louder. I hesitated and sadly looked at him. Then, I turned off the TV, and told him everything. About how I became his father, about how I am. He ran off to his room, crying. 

"Debbie, wait, please." I said. I sighed. I waited a whole hour, but he didn't come out of his room. I went up to his room, knocking. He didn't answer. Maybe he fell asleep. I quietly opened the door, just in case. But he wasn't there. I checked to see if he was hiding behind the curtains, like he always did.