Herobrines POV

It's been a few weeks since I've seen Steve. The little brat has most likely visited Notch by now. I think today, before Notch has a chance to lecture me, I'll go torture Steve again.

I teleport into his home, quietly taking a seat on his furniture. I wait for at least an thirty minutes before Steve returns. He walks in, sets down everything into a chest near the doorway. As soon as he turns the corner, his eyes widen. I just sit there and grin.
The best part about this is the look on his face. I love every second of it.