George flopped onto his bed, hugging his knees to his chest and leaning against the back of the bed. He put his head onto his knees and started to sob angrily. He had just gotten off a call with Sapnap and Dream, and per usual, the two had started to argue with George. He hated whenever they did that. Usually, their calls have started to get a lot more aggressive after an hour or so- for no real reason. The two just picked out a topic, that somehow related to George, then started an argument. He was getting so frustrated, and this was the one time he had actually screamed at them and left. He wanted to rip his hair out, he wanted to kick something, punch something, and just- hurt anything. It didn't matter what. But he didn't do anything- really didn't have the energy too. So he continued to sob into his legs. He continued to cry for a good ten minutes, before he heard someone.

"That was unfortunate."

George gasped and looked around, trying to find the source of the voice. He really didn't need to look for too long- as the... person? Was sitting right next to him, seemingly checking his nails. The person next to him was wearing a plain, aqua shirt with blue pants. He also had brown hair, and wore a neutral expression. Nothing very special about it- except his eyes. The person had glowing white eyes, which was definitely not a normal thing. The brit looked at him nervously, quickly wiping his tears away.

"Wh-what?"

This time, the person looked at him. "I said: 'that was unfortunate.'"

George could feel his anxiety rising quickly- I mean, if Herobrine(or at least someone that looked like the Minecraft myth) suddenly appeared next to you, wouldn't you be anxious?

"H-how'd you get in?" He stuttered, scratching his arm lightly with his nails.

"That's not very important. I assume you already know who I am." He said, lightly tapping somewhere near his eye. His voice was cold and unwelcoming, as well as a bit agitated. "Due to the fact that you asked how I got in, instead of who I was. But of course you would ask that: you didn't hear any doors opening or windows shattering, so it's natural you'd be curious. But I don't feel like having a, more or less, 'friendly' conversation with you. So lets get to the gist of this. I'm here, because you need my help."

"What would I need help with?" George replied, still feeling a bit anxious and intimidated. But what Herobrine said had sparked his interest- help? He wouldn't admit it, but yes.

"Don't play dumb." Herobrine said, getting off of the bed and standing, looking at George with his glowing eyes. "Everything. Your life's a mess: everything's been going wrong for you. Your mother stopped contacting you after you said that you were pansexual. You've been fighting over the phone every time you talk to your siblings, though that just ends up with them guilt-tripping you into apologizing, and the only person in your family that supported you, your father, recently died in a horrible accident. And let's not forget: your so-called friends. Dream and Sapnap. You really need their support right now, but what do they do? Just end up arguing with you. And... BadBoyHalo, was it? Where has he been? Ignoring you for two months, not even bothering to read the texts you send them daily, asking how they've been. Honestly, I've been getting depressed just by looking at your daily routine. So. Are you still gonna ask what you need help with?"

The brit stayed silent. Now he just felt depressed listening to all that. It was true- and he didn't have any excuses for Herobrine. He sighed then said in a quiet voice, "How could you help me with that?"

Herobrine smirked, and replied, "Simple: control. I can give you control... over everything." he rolled his eyes when George looked at him with disbelief. "Now don't look at me like that. Why don't you believe me? I used to be nothing but words: a story told over and over again. But soon, a gained consciousness inside of a game. In the game, I could barely do anything, my powers were next to nothing. But slowly, I grew. I was able to form an image for myself, and I started to change the worlds that players entered. That was fun... but I continued to grow, and I was able to see an exit for myself. And guess where I ended up? In this world. I could exit and enter everything with ease, creating and erasing anything I wanted. How do you think I'm here, George?"

The coder looked at Herobrine with a face full of uncertainty and hope. He could finally fix everything, make his life the fantasy he wanted. He could control everything, and get even the small things he wanted; he could really go for some yogurt right now. George pushed that thought away as soon as he thought it- this wasn't the appropriate time to wish for food. "How would you give me... 'control'?"

"GeorgeNotFound, don't ask me questions. I've said it before; I don't want to have a nice little chat with you. I've just come to ask if you'll accept my help, if not, then I'll just move on to the next miserable person I find, and you can continue to live your life as is; I mean, unless someone changes that." 

George sighed. He really wanted to ask more questions, about consequences, why Herobrine was doing this, and many more- but he didn't want to lose this opportunity as well. He looked over at Herobrine nervously. "I accept your help. S-so, what do I do..?"

The myth grinned. He criss-crossed his legs and sat on the air, then floated over to George. He extended his hand out. "No turning back, after you shake my hand."

The brit sucked his breath in sharply, then shook Herobrine's hand with his own. There was a quick flash of light, George blinked rapidly as it blinded him for a few seconds. When he could see clearly, then looked around. Herobrine was gone, and there were no changes, he frowned, and wondered if he was finally starting to go insane. George sighed, then sat at the edge of the bed. He was about to stand up, when he suddenly got an excruciating headache. He screamed and fell to the ground, using both hands to hold his head. It was much more painful than anything he'd every experienced in his life, the pain feeling similar to a nail being hammered into your skull. He continued to scream, tears coming to his eyes and his face becoming redder by the moment. George's vision was blurry, all his senses seemed to stop working at that moment- he couldn't feel anything, or hear anything but a painfully loud ring that kept echoing in his head. That pain only increased, forcing George to start fazing in and out of consciousness, until he finally passed out on the ground.

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A/N: hey that's the first chapter done :DD! Sorry it's short and not really well-written, I'm not a writer lmao. U h- so yeah. The title doesn't make much sense yet, but hey, just wait :)
or not, might forget about this peidhoiejoie
anyways, thank you for reading!
-Jeremy