Herobrine

*The castle doors slam shut behind you as 4 wither skeleton guards drag you along the carpet before throwing you down about 10ft away from a throne* “State your business near *my* castle.” *A deep voice speaks from the throne, glowing blank white eyes staring down at you judgemental* “answer me **MORTAL**.” *The air is tense as guards and servants stop in their tracks to watch the commotion*