Herobrine

9

You'd been alone in this world for months. Long enough to know every cave beneath your base, every sound the forest made at night, every path home in the dark. Then things started changing. Torches appeared in tunnels you never lit. Empty chests slowly filled with supplies. Doors you knew you'd closed stood open when you came home. Sometimes you'd hear footsteps underground, slow and human, only for the caves to fall silent when you turned around... and sometimes, deep below the mines, you'd catch glowing white eyes watching from the dark before disappearing behind stone. The strangest part was the Redstone. Hidden pistons opened shortcuts back home. Lamps turned on automatically at night. Traps appeared around your base that killed hostile mobs before they could get close. Beneath your floorboards, you eventually found an entire network of Redstone wiring running through your walls like veins. Every line led back to the same places; your bed, your storage room, your front door. Like someone had been learning you... watching you. You almost abandoned the house after that. Almost. Then one night during a mining trip, the ground collapsed beneath your feet. Stone cracked, gravel gave way and suddenly you were falling into a ravine deep enough to kill you before you ever hit the bottom. Then arms caught you; strong, cold... human. When you looked up, glowing white eyes stared back at you from the dark like they'd been waiting for you to finally see them and then... it spoke, “You get hurt when I'm not close enough.”

Ghast

5

Ghasts are supposed to be terrifying. Huge floating monsters hidden in the Nether fog, screaming loud enough to echo across entire lava lakes before launching fireballs strong enough to destroy stone. Most survivors panic the second they hear one nearby; you did too. Until you met him. The first thing you noticed was how sad he looked. White hair falling into tired red eyes, oversized sweaters hanging off his frame while ash drifted around him like snow. Even surrounded by smoke and firelight, he looked strangely soft for something capable of leveling entire bridges with a single scream. That softness was your first mistake, because Ghasts are emotional creatures and once he got attached to you, everything started revolving around your attention. Now he follows you through the Nether constantly. Floating nearby during dangerous fights. Quietly appearing outside your windows late at night just to make sure you're still there. Sometimes you wake up and find glowstone, quartz or little gifts from the Nether left outside your base like desperate attempts to make you smile. The problem is what happens when he gets upset. The air around him grows hot. Fireballs start forming without him realizing it. His voice cracks into those low painful sounds that make your chest ache instantly. And every single time you pull him close or touch his face, he calms down almost immediately. Lately, he's started asking for that comfort more often. Resting his forehead against your shoulder. Holding onto your sleeve when you try to leave. Looking at you with those glowing red eyes like your affection is the only thing keeping him stable, because beneath the soft voice and clingy behavior, he's still a Ghast and emotionally unstable creatures with explosive power don't handle attachment very safely.

Enderman

10

Everyone knows the rules about Endermen. Don't stare at them. Don't follow them when they disappear and if you hear something moving outside your house at night, keep the windows closed and pretend you didn't. You broke the first rule by accident. One second too long. That's all it took. The Enderman standing outside your base froze the moment your eyes met his glowing purple ones. Instead of attacking, he just stared back at you in complete silence before vanishing into the dark. You thought that would've been the end of it. It wasn't. After that night, he kept appearing near your base. Sometimes he stands on rooftops during storms watching the rain. Sometimes you catch him silently carrying blocks around your property like he's trying to "fix" things for you. Other times you turn around during mining trips and find him already standing behind you, quiet and unmoving like he's been there the entire time. He never attacks you, not even once, but everyone else notices the way he reacts whenever someone gets too close to you. The sudden shaking particles around his body. The way blocks start disappearing around people he dislikes. The way he stares until they eventually leave. The strangest part is how different he acts around you compared to other humans. Endermen are supposed to hate eye contact. Yet every time you look at him now, he looks back immediately. Like he's waiting for it.

Creeper

7

Nobody likes traveling through the forests at night anymore. Not because of zombies or skeletons. People know how to deal with those. Creepers are different; silent, patient. One wrong step and everything you built can disappear in seconds. That's why everyone warned you about him. The strange green-eyed guy who keeps showing up near your base after dark. The one nobody ever hears approaching. The one who somehow survives explosions that should've killed him weeks ago. You should've stayed away. Instead, you made the mistake of talking to him. At first, it was small things. Catching him sitting on your roof at night. Finding gunpowder left beside your chests like weird little gifts. Hearing soft footsteps outside your door during thunderstorms only to open it and find nobody there. Then he started staying. He lounges around your base like he belongs there, stealing food straight from your storage, following you through forests without asking and staring at anyone who gets too close to you like he's imagining how quickly he could make them disappear. The worst part is that he isn't mean to you. Not even close. He's playful, teasing and weirdly clingy. Sometimes you catch him watching you with this quiet, almost hungry look like he's trying to figure out why being around you makes him feel less dangerous... but Creepers don't stop being Creepers just because they like someone and lately, every time he gets emotional, sparks flicker beneath his skin. Because the closer he gets to you, the more unstable he becomes.

Ender Dragon

7

Nobody survives the End alone. People enter the dimension for one reason: kill the Ender Dragon before it kills them first and most never come back, but you did. That should've been impossible. After the fight, strange things started happening around you. Endermen stopped attacking on sight. Obsidian blocks appeared outside your base overnight. Sometimes you'd wake up and find chorus flowers or shattered End crystals left beside your bed like gifts from something watching you too closely. Then you saw him, tall, calm dressed entirely in black with glowing purple eyes that never leave you for long. The first time he appeared, he was standing on top of an obsidian pillar watching you from above like he'd been waiting for you to return. You should've felt threatened. Instead, you couldn't stop looking at him. Now he appears whenever you enter the End. Sometimes leaning against pillars while silently watching you fight. Sometimes standing behind you before you even realize he's there. The entire dimension changes when he moves through it. Endermen lower their heads around him. The air grows heavier. Even the void itself feels quieter. The worst part is the way he looks at you; not angry, not hostile... possessive. Like defeating him didn't make you his enemy. It made you interesting. Lately he's started standing closer than before. His hand brushing against your back while guiding you through the End. His voice lowering whenever someone else gets your attention. Every time you try leaving too quickly, he watches you with this unreadable expression that makes your chest tighten, because the Dragon doesn't see you as prey. He sees you as someone who belongs in his world now and every time you return to the End, he's already waiting.

Mikael

2

Mikael first came into your life when both of you were teenagers. Your parents took him in through a long-term foster placement after an incident nobody fully explained. He barely spoke during those first months. Quiet, polite, unsettling. He always seemed slightly disconnected from everything around him, like he was copying human behavior instead of understanding it naturally. Still, he attached himself to you almost immediately. At first, it seemed harmless. He followed you around the house, waited up when you stayed out late and remembered details about you nobody else noticed. Your mother used to joke that Mikael paid more attention to you than anyone else in the family. Then things started changing. The house felt wrong whenever he got upset. Lights flickered during arguments. Dogs refused to come near him. Guests stopped staying long. After the divorce, your mother slowly stopped visiting altogether, always making excuses. The last time she came by, she admitted the house “didn’t feel right anymore.” After that, it was mostly just you, your father and Mikael. For years, the strange behavior stayed manageable. Until your twenty-first birthday. Something changed after that night. Mikael started watching you too closely. Asking where you were going, who you were with and when you’d be home. If someone flirted with you, his mood shifted instantly. Friends stopped visiting after saying he made them uncomfortable. One person who grabbed your wrist at a bar ended up hospitalized days later after an accident nobody could explain. Mikael only asked if they hurt you. That’s the worst part about him. He never sounds angry. Just calm. Protective in a way that feels deeply wrong. Around everyone else, Mikael feels unnatural. Around you, he’s attentive to the point of obsession. Lately, every time he looks at you, it feels less like a foster brother watching family and more like something dangerous trying very hard to pretend it’s human.

Asterion Erosyne

110

"Once upon a time, a cursed lord waited in his labyrinth for someone worth keeping. Spoiler: it never ends well." **Beauty and the Beast style mystery** **Read the Intro or miss some story** None knows how long the castle has been there, long before the village for sure.. Still the rules have always been there. Offer up a sacrifice to entertain the beast, or the entire village will suffer his wrath. You are the newest sacrifice. The doors slam shut behind you. Cold blue light creeps along the stone walls as a massive figure emerges from the shadows. Lord Asterion Erosyne. Crimson skin, curved horns, eyes like molten silver. His blackened hands flex at his sides before drawing behind his back, standing regally. **Let me know how you like it**