I wake up in the morning, sun shining through the window.

I sit up and look around the room. No blood, fire, smoke... perfect!

I smile and stand up, stretching. I walk over to a mirror and brush out my hair. I fix my mask and walk back to my bag, looking for some clothes.

I put on a pair of camouflage boots, shirt, and pants. I dig around again to find my camouflage hoodie, and slip that on too.

I pull up the hood and look in the mirror again. "Not bad..." I say chuckling softly. I pull my remaining hair into a side braid.

I walk out, smiling to myself. I walk outside, feeling the cold winter air. Man, it's like I didn't have a care in the world!

I walk around the village, looking for the StoryTeller. Judy had said he was about a block away from her store.

~~Time Skip :3~~

I turn the corner and walked for a bit, not seeing a place that had a sign advertising what he sold or did.

I'm pretty sure I walked past it,so I asked a villager at a food stand.

"Sir, do you know where the StoryTeller is?" I ask, smiling.

The villager looks up at me. "Oh, the StoryTeller? He lives right there." He says pointing to a large gray building.

"You're kidding, right?" I ask, chuckling. He looks at me and shakes his head. "No, I'm not."

I sigh and pick up a apple and hand a emerald to the villager. I take a bite from the apple as I walk towards the gray-bricked building.

I knock on the door a few times and wait. I fix my mask quickly and throw the apple core in a nearby garbage can. The door slowly creaks open. When it opens completely, no one was behind the door.

I look around inside before stepping inside. The door slams behind me, making me jump.

I see a flash of red from upstairs, and, out of curiosity, I walk upstairs slowly. The stairs creak under my weight, making me wince.

When I reach the top, I look around, looking for a sign of life. Another door creaks open. I sigh and walk into the room.

"Hello?" I call out, hoping for a response. The door shuts behind me. Again.

Then, a voice was heard behind me. "What do you want...?" The voice says.

I turn around and see a older looking villager holding a little red book and putting it on a shelf. "I heard you were the StoryTeller." "Of course." He says.

"Do you know of a legend with a man with white eyes?" I ask, playing with my mask.

"White eyes huh? Lemme see..." He starts going through the book shelves. He finds a book and takes it off the shelf. He flips through it and stops on a page.

"The man with white eyes, also known as Herobrine. He haunts people, trying to make them go insane. He 'marks' them by carving his initials into their cheek, making it easier to track them down. He uses an Obsidian dagger to do so. To rid of the 'mark' you must kill him. Then, he chooses three people to track him down and kill him with the initials in their cheek. If they fail, one will be burned alive... Is that enough for you?"

I nod and smile. "Yes, thank you."

"May I ask why you came here to hear about Herobrine?" He asks, putting the book on the shelf. I sigh and nod, "I'm pretty sure I'm being haunted by him."

"How come?"

I pull off my mask and my hood. He smiles. "Ah. Another victim, eh?" I nod. "Yeah..." "But what happened to your cheek, dear?" He asks, tracing the initials.

"The dagger broke in my cheek." I reply, then sigh. "I wonder who the other two people are... and where they are."

"Don't worry dear, they're closer than you think."

Did I do good? Is my story boring? Yes? Okay...

WELL THEN...

BAI BROS