A/N First Minecraft story, I've written for this website, so go a bit easy if you see any mistakes... Ok?

7/9/15 UPDATE: Heyos peoples! I am very sorry I hadn't updated this story in like forever. Due to some fantastic reviews, I've gotten the motivation to work back on it, and to re-edit some of the old chapters. :D

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When Steve unknowingly gets white dye on his eyes due to a minor crafting table accident and takes a visit to a village, what will the villagers and mobs do upon the sight of a white-eyed Steve, or in their perspective, 'Herobrine.'

And how exactly is the real Herobrine involved in all of this?

Contains: A not so bright Steve walking around looking like Herobrine.

Chapter One: The Accident

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"Hmmmmm."

A long questionable hum came from a certain miner, as he peered down at an object placed before him. The miner wore his usual attire, cyan shirt and indigo pants, with the exception of small, tattered holes throughout his clothing. His chin rested on his hand in deep thought.

"Darn it Steve! Think!" Great. Now he was talking to himself. In instinct, he swiftly looked around in the interiors of his small cobblestone house to see if anyone else was watching him.

No one... Good. He let out of a sigh of relief mixed with embarrassment.

"Uggghhhhh!" Steve grunted, as he face-palmed himself in deep frustration. The object in front of him had been puzzling him, and possibly taunting him for the past hour. Steve took a deep breath, and stared intensely at the cursed object.

It was a bone. A simple, ordinary bone from a fallen skeleton, which was on top of his crafting table. The bone had been perplexing him for about two hours already, and precious daylight was wasting.

What was the purpose of this bone?

Steve wanted some white dye to paint his diamond armor and a squid to make it look like a ghast to scare villagers from soliciting his house. Apparently, he heard that the substance comes from a bone, which didn't seem to want to turn into his desired white dye.

After an extremely painful and annoying run-in from a skeleton who've only been trying to aim into his nether regions, he had finally succeeded to obtain one. The miner grimaced upon the thought when he remembered the arrow tearing into his flesh on his behind. 'Thank Notch it wasn't at the front. I could've been doing other productive things like gathering more coal from the cave with never-ending coal veins, or even better, get revenge on that one pig that had killed me 2 times.'

Steve took another deep breath.

"Y U NO WORK?!" Steve shouted to the bone, and held a stiff stance as if he was waiting for it to respond. However, the bone didn't do anything. He slammed his blocky hand next to the bone as if to startle it. The white object lightly bounced from the impact, but nothing else happened.

"Hahahaha!" Laughter was heard and Steve glanced to the source.

An open window.

There was a villager snickering outside, and it was now he finally realized he was talking and trying to scare an inanimate object. His anger shifted to the villager and then he approached the window while unsheathing his enchanted diamond sword. The villager seemed to back up at the sight of the diamond sword in caution.

'Good,' Steve thought, and an idea came to his head. He tapped the tip of his glowing sword to an unlit torch on the floor, which immediately caught fire, indicating it had a smite enchantment on it. Then he pointed his sword to the villager's direction, who let out a fearful expression. Steve opened his door and yelled out, "Next time I see you here, your house will be the next thing my sword will touch!" Upon the threat, the frightened villager turned and ran away back to the nearby village.

Steve sheathed his sword back and walked back to his crafting table. Those villagers liked to visit him and tease him, which annoyed him greatly. There were nights he rarely got sleep due to the hammering of snowballs and dead bushes being thrown to his house from them. It was fun to scare them off. 'If only I could create some white dye to have a squid disguised as a ghast to scare them off.' His previous ideas didn't work and some inner instinct told him that his next idea will somehow fail.

He dragged his blocky hand along the 9x9 grid of the crafting table. Some guide he read on a wiki told him to right click onto the crafting table, which opens up a light grey box with the grid, where he can place the bone, and then a bone meal will pop up in the dark grey adjacent to the grid. Then to do the same with the bone meal and it will turn to white dye. 'Sounds easy enough.'

He faced the table, bone in hand, determined to get this done.

'But what in the hell is a right click?' Steve realized.

Also to mention, that there was no grey box popping up from anywhere.

Steve grasped the bone and placed it onto the other squares in the grid of the crafting table, but nothing happened.

First of all, he had no idea what a 'right click' was, and second, he never recalls seeing any grey box of options 'magically' popping up in his vision. Either there was something seriously wrong with the person who written the wiki, or it was simply a fake wiki.

His hand dug into his vast pocket of stuff he carried and took out an iron pickaxe. "That's it," Steve sneered, and then he slammed his pickaxe repeatedly onto the bone, due to his breaking point of extreme frustration on trying to create white dye.

The bone broke into a handful of broken pieces, and eventually to a white powdery substance. After coming back to his senses, he stared at the powder scattered on the crafting table.

"NOOOOO!" Steve wailed. He had just shattered the last bone he painfully worked so hard for, and spent a ridiculous amount of time on. Now he had a broken bone he can't use. In anger, he kicked the crafting cx table hard with his grey boot.

"OWOWOWOWOW!" Probably a bit too hard. Steve let out a girly shriek as pain shot up from his foot. He had stubbed his toe from the inside, and he gripped his foot hopping around his house on one leg. The pain pulsed again and again. This was getting out of hand

Trip

Suddenly, Steve felt his bouncing leg hit something fleshy, and his vision blurred upwards diagonally. He felt his body falling through the air, and saw the pink blur of a pig.

'YOU?! FUUUUUU!'

This time he couldn't catch the derpy expression from the pupils, but he knew the pig had a malicious smile of triumph by then. He faced forward to catch his fall, but the last thing Steve saw was a whitish color rushing up becoming bigger each falling second.

Thud

A dull pain flashed, and his world turned black.

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All he felt was a throbbing pain on his forehead. Steve moaned as he tried to remember what just happened. White dye, villager, pink pig. Wait, pink pig. Then he regained his movements and snapped up his head.

"That pig will pay," Steve muttered, too groggy to yell. That pig had done it 3 times now, the same one that had killed him 2 times in the past. Next time, he sees it, it will be his next meal. In reflex, he flinched from a sudden pain in his head. He had a pulsing headache from the impact of the object he slammed into.

'What did I crash into?' Steve wondered and focused on the object in front of him. 'That's strange…' His sight had a tint of white, and everything looked like as if he was staring from within a cloud.

"Great, now my head is damaged to the point I can't see correctly," Steve groaned sarcastically and studied the object. It was brown with a 3x3 grid on top….

"My crafting table!" Steve realized. His face had landed smack on top of the crafting table, and his mind promptly remembered the white dye. He searched for a bone, but only saw white powder scattered everywhere around the crafting table. "Now I remember, I broke it." Steve face palmed himself again.

He looked outside through the window. The sun had just risen above the horizon, and the bodies of burning skeletons and zombies ran across the grasslands, cursing out to the sunlight, and disappearing within seconds.

"Morning? There goes my chance of gathering bones….." Steve sighed. Not only was he annoyed that he had been knocked out for a whole entire night, but the fact he left his door open that let the pig in. Steve rushed to the door and saw it was closed. 'I don't remember closing it,' Steve pondered upon the thought. He was knocked out, so it would have been the perfect opportunity for the mobs to easily end his life, like that pig… Maybe it was a villager, or some other mob, or…. Or…. 'him.'

Steve let out a nervous chuckle. "Nah, of course not Steve, you probably just closed it yourself without knowing. Think happy thoughts," he talked to himself. Every time 'he' appears within his thoughts, gruesome images popped up in his head of what that demon possibly does to torture their victims, like, smashing anvils atop their heads, stealing their diamonds and dead bushes, eating their cake in front of them while the victims are tied up, unleashing waves of the horrid mobs that painfully brings their death, ripping them limb from limb, or- no stop! Steve changed the subject within his head.

"I guess the only other way is to trade for bones from those annoying villagers," Steve opened up his chest and grabbed ten emeralds. He never found one in his mine runs, and it made him wonder how the villagers even possess such a large amount of the rare ore, let alone even have one. Steve only acquired the emeralds from trade.

Something told him, that the villagers were ripping him off with the overpriced ore. They even asked him to harvest their crops, organize the library, and other countless tasks, usually for one emerald after an entire day of slaving.

After gathering his usual items, Steve closed the chest and walked out of the house, locking the door behind him. Then he started to walk off, down the vast open grassland surrounded by birch tree on both sides, the direction towards the village. He occasionally looked around for any hostile mobs, keeping a fast paced stroll.

A herd of cows was seen grazing on the grasslands. Steve pondered whether or not to gather beef from them. Killing animals was something he had always disliked, but it was for survival. 'Nah, I won't do it, I have plenty of food,' Steve smiled and decided to pet the peaceful mob. Then he walked up a cow and gently dragged his hand in a slow motion across its back, massaging it. 'Moo!" The cow happily sounded from the feeling and turned its gaze to the one who petted him. Steve liked receiving happy responses from the peaceful mobs, and waited for the response of this one.

"MOOOOOOOOMOOOOMOOOMOMOMO!" The cow snorted loudly, and suddenly thrashed out of his hand and loudly alerted other cows in fear upon the sight of Steve. It back up wide-eyed from Steve, and ran off far away with the rest of the herd as if they were about to be slaughtered.

"Hey! Wait! I wasn't going to hurt you!" Steve called out to the cows. It was no use, and they couldn't understand his language anyways. Steve cocked his head in confusion at what could have caused the cows to run off. His sword wasn't out and he never had harmed the cow in anyway. In fact it seemed elated when Steve patted it, but then suddenly ran off in fear.

"Never mind," Steve muttered and headed off to the village. He saw a few spiders along the way.

'Nothing to worry about Steve... Those arachnids aren't hostile outside during day. As long as they're not provoked, they will just mind their own business… Just keep walking…'

However, they all seemed to stare intently at Steve as he walked on. He began to feel uneasy with the eyes of the same mobs that viciously tears at him during night all looking at him, so he picked up the pace from the hordes of the spiders. He looked back to see if they were following him. 'Good, Thank Notc-'

His train of thought stopped as he felt his body run into something, and then he fell backwards. "Ow! Notch darn it," Steve lightly cursed, looking up to study the thing he crashed into. 'Fleshy, and green, wait. 'Green?' Steve gasped in horror when he realized that he had run into a creeper, which started to walk towards him.

In instinct, Steve squeezed his eyes shut and shielded his body as much as he could to conceal weak spots in the explosion. There was no time to run.

"Ssssss!" Its trademark hiss sound was heard, and Steve curled up even tighter. 'There goes all my hard work for that bone dye.' It would be a fatal explosion from this range. It's going to blow up.

"SSSsss!" There goes it's hiss- wait, didn't it hiss already? Creepers usually let out only one hiss before the explosion that follows after.

Steve dared to open his eyes to the dangerous mob before him. "Wha?" Steve stumbled back in surprise. The creeper wasn't in its white expanding state, or exploding at this very moment. In fact it was just standing there, gazing at him in contempt, just like the spiders.

Steve stood up and slowly backed up. Spiders weren't hostile during daytime, but he knew creepers are always hostile and trying to blow up any human they see.

'Why was it just standing there?' The creeper trotted up to him, and Steve instinctively backed up. 'Please don't come near me.' But the creature out-beated him and stood to the side of him. It gazed up to him, but it didn't look angry; more like the expression of a tamed dog.

"Uuuuuhhh," Steve was absolutely confused now. 'I'm going insane.' He wasn't sure if it was his mushroom stew the day before, or the damage from the crafting table, but first, his door was closed even though he doesn't remember closing it, then had a slight overlay of white in his vision, cows ran away from him, spiders stared at him, and now here was a creeper, right next to him not blowing up, and giving rather a… an…..adorable expression. 'I must be dreaming,' Steve grimaced.

The creeper had been giving that same forbidden expression for about 10 seconds now. Normally about now, Steve would be respawning back in his house cursing himself for losing all his items, but miner was miraculously still alive. Standing next to a creeper. The explosive mob's mouth wasn't in its usual, forever depressed shaped, but more like an upside version as if it was happy to see him. It disturbed, and relieved Steve at the same time. It didn't show any signs of blowing up or any hostility. Rather, it seemed to give off some message as if it wanted something;

Then Steve did the unthinkable.

He shakily, but gently rubbed the top of the mob's head as if he was petting him. It was an awkward petting motion, but this was a Creeper Steve decided to stupidly pet.

"Sssss! SSSSSS!" Hissing sounds happily came from the Creeper as if it enjoyed the human petting it.

Steve let out an awkward nervous smile upon its excitement, and loosened his petting. 'A cow would normally enjoy this, but it didn't today. Now the bane of our existence as humans is the one enjoying this?' After a minute of petting, the Creeper nuzzled itself onto his chest as if it was giving him a hug. Then it backed up, giving a bow, hissing, as if saying, 'Thank you very much!' and then happily trotted back within the trees of the forest.

Steve just stood there confused out of his mind, 'I. Petted. A. Creeper,' Steve repeated this statement over and over in his head, and his smiled widened. 'I did what many couldn't or even tried to do. I petted a Creeper, and it didn't blow up. And it actually nuzzled with me as if was a tamed wolf.' Steve chuckled, happy with this rare feat and the fact he was still alive.

"I better hurry up to the village before I get hugged by a zombie," Steve reminded himself, and then he sprinted down the grassland. About a few seconds of sprinting later, a gravel road came up the horizon, signaling that the village was close by. "Yes, almost there," Steve smiled. Now he could finally get the bones for his bone meal. 'Might as well receive some other useful items like food, or trade for some ender pearls so I can travel faster.'

Various houses of wood and cobblestone, and crops kept within the walls of wood appeared in his line of vision. Steve felt his foot crunch into the ground of gravel underneath as he came to a brief stop.

He stood at the top of the hill at where the gravel road starts, the entire village below in display in front of him. The village was only blocks away, and he'll be even closer to gather some resources from the villagers. The villagers all stood around socializing and talking with each other, probably bad mouthing Steve behind his back, but he didn't care…. To an extent.

Steve gracefully jumped down the blocks of the hilly descent, avoiding any fall damage, and rolled as his landing. 'Parkouring is so awesome.' Jumping far block to block was something he loved to do, and just visiting this village's uneven terrain provided the perfect area to practice it.

A villager in a brown cloak quietly stood next to his house secluded observing the activity within. 'A farmer. He should have food.' So Steve casually walked up to the villager and tapped on his shoulder.

"Excuse me, but do you trade for food?" Steve asked politely.

"Yes, I do. I sell five five pieces of wheat for… only…. thirty…emeralds…." His voice began to trail off as the villager turned around to face Steve, as if he forgot how to speak.

"Um," Steve looked at the villager worriedly as the villagers eyes began to widen and his facial expression began to contort into one of horror. "Is there something wrong?" Steve asked.

The villager opened his mouth, but only unrecognizable sounds came out.

"I-I-I-t-t-t-sssss Hi- ii-iii-i-mm-mm," the villager began to spew out random sounds as if he was trying to scream.

"Are you OK?" Steve asked, squinting his eyes in concern.

"AAAUUUGGGHHH! PLEASE! DON'T BE MAD!" The villager yelled in absolute terror.

With the speed of an ocelot, the villager seemed to gain the ability to jump five blocks at a time, parkouring up and over the hills, finishing his getaway with a backflip, all learned from fear. Steve stared in confusion for about the tenth time today still processing everything that had just happened.

"Oh Notch, not again," Steve sighed. First the cow, and now some crazy villager. With a spin on his heels, Steve began to head to the innermost part of the village down the gravel road.

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A/N I hope you enjoyed that. The next chapter would contain what the rest of the villager would do upon a Steve mistaken for "HEROBRINE." Have an awesome day, and reviews constructive criticisms are much much MUCH loved and appreciated.
Thank you for reading!