(Basically just my story of how he came to be)

(This is gonna be told as if Herobrine was telling it to someone)

...

You know

I wasn't always like this

When I was a kid, I was an orphan

Though I had one brother

His name was Steven

No one knew who our parents were

Most of the kids were scared of me...well because of my eyes, and I was bullied a lot by everyone because of it

They would call me a "monster" or a "Demon"

So one day, I finally snapped and beat up someone, and almost killed them

Steven...he saw me and stopped me

He forced me home

And for the first time, we got in a really bad fight. I got upset knowing Steven, my very own brother had lost faith in me too

I ran away that day

It was thundering outside

When it got dark, strangely I didn't feel scared

...I felt right at home

A zombie walked right up to me

It was so weird, I could understand what it said

A bunch of other mobs slowly approached me, I was so confused at first because I'd always see them kill people

Then again, the other humans called me a monster...and these were monsters too

I then learned that the only reason monsters attacked was for various reasons

Zombies needed to eat

Skeletons would be killed for their bones if they didn't attack

Spiders were friendly during the day, but would be killed for their string

And creepers were just naturally curious. Turns out they just automatically blow up when they feel strong emotion, they don't mean to

They seemed like the only people who had welcomed me, so I decided to stay by them

From that point, I was raised by what others would call "monsters" and (from what I've been told) "would eat a kid like me alive"

I had quickly developed a strong bond with a certain zombie-farmer villager as a father and son relationship, he also had a baby zombie villager who I learned was named "Kevin" who was my adopted brother

By the time I was twenty-one, I always had this weird hunch that something bad would happen

And that's when I saw my brother again for the first time

Steven

He was holding a diamond sword

There were two heaps of rotten flesh and a straw hat on the ground in front of him

Apparently, he had slain my "father" and adopted brother while they were looking for humans to eat

I was blinded by fury, and Steven tried to convince me to go home with him

I got into a fight with him and sadly, he won

He didn't kill me, just hurt me badly and left me there

I was found by a skeleton in the night time and learned that Steven had practically almost wiped out everyone I knew

From Zombies, to silverfish, even the young ones

I knew I had to do something about it

I contacted the Pillagers and they sent an Evoker

I paid them in emeralds and the Evoker said to cast a spell on me that would make me able to get my revenge

That night was a thunderstorm, and I stood in the middle of a clearing

I remember that one night like it was yesterday

The Evoker said a spell and suddenly I was struck by lightning

When the spell was over I felt more powerful than ever

I had the ability to teleport, summon an enchanted pickaxe at my will, strike light night wherever I pleased, and set my fists on fire

I rounded up the remaining mobs, and I am not lying when I say I rained hell down on that village

Everything was on fire, people dying, screaming, pleading

It felt so satisfying to me

The survivors ran away

unfortunately Steven was one of them

After the chaos was over, most of the mobs had lived

We all met back up and all the mobs had seemed very happy

And that was the night I was given my name

My name had originally been "Brine"

But the mobs saw me as a "Hero"

So jokingly, monsters started calling me "Hero-Brine"

it grew on me

So that was my official name

It didn't take long for people to spread the rumor of the man with glowing white eyes, who could wipe out an entire village with a horde of mobs and had fists of fire

And for centuries to come

People feared the name

Herobrine

(This was prob cringe but oh well idc-)