The Man With White Eyes (A Herobrine X Reader Collection)

In which Herobrine meets the person he’d been stalking for weeks, only to be shocked when it turns out said person wasn’t scared of him.

Herobrine had not expected this to happen to him at all.

He hadn’t expected to run into you inside a dark cave. He thought he was alone, but looks like he wasn’t. You had bumped right into him when you turned around while his back was turned.

After spending countless nights watching—not stalking, mind you—your house from afar, he didn’t expect to have a proper interaction with you so soon. The only reason he was even watching you is due to the fact your house was in the middle of nowhere, situated on a huge clearing in the forest he happened to pass by.

He didn’t have any bad intentions—he was simply curious about how you lived your life and why you decided to live in isolation, thousands of blocks away from the nearest village.

Ever since waking up in this unfamiliar world all those years ago, he had been curious about the people who reside in this place. Taking mental notes on how they behaved, how they interacted with one another, and how their relationship works, but not once had he walked up to a person and greeted them.

No, he preferred being in the shadows, away from prying eyes and keeping to himself. He prefers it that way—especially after the first time someone had noticed him in the dark.

Herobrine wasn’t aware how uncanny his glowing white eyes were to people. He didn’t think much of it, only aware of the fact his eyes were different from others. He hadn’t expected his eyes to scare someone so bad when they did see him.

Perhaps that’s where the rumors about him started.

The ‘White Eyed Beast’ in the shadows, the ‘Man with White Eyes’ stalking you in the night, the ‘White Eyed Figure’ terrorizing villages and instilling fear into his enemies.

The rumors spiraled down until it morphed him into some sort of evil creature who roams the night, becoming a bedtime story to scare kids to prevent them from venturing too far from their homes.

He’d be lying if he didn’t feel some sort of thrill from that, no matter how frustrating it was for the people he had observed for so many years to turn him into somebody he was not.
Which is why he preferred being in the shadows now. It’s for the best if he was the one who stayed away from people.

That’s why it came as a surprise when you weren’t frightened the moment you realized who you bumped into.
You stared at him. Not in fear, no, you stared at him with something he hadn’t seen in someone’s eyes before.

You stared at him with a hint of curiosity.

Your eyes took him in the dimly lit cave, the torch illuminating through the darkness. You could see his ragged and torn clothes, his messy brown hair haphazardly tied into a short ponytail, and the dirty bandages over his arms and neck. Suddenly, he felt self-conscious about the way he presented himself, never once putting in the effort to look decent enough for the public.

Besides, why put in the effort when he was always hiding in the shadows?
“You must be Herobrine,” you had said to him, the realization dawning onto you. You tilted your head to the side, and Herobrine was silent, anticipating your reaction. “I never thought I’d bump into you here. Thought we’d meet somewhere near my house.”

Herobrine blinked at your words — you thought you’d meet him somewhere near your house? That meant you’d notice him watching your house from afar, and notice him stalking you whenever you were out and about. Was he not as subtle as he thought he was?

You must’ve noticed his stunned silence and let out a strange sound from your mouth. A soft chuckle that echoed in the cave. “What, you think I never noticed you stalking me? I can clearly see your white eyes from my window.”