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“The day I met him is a day I’ll never forget. The day I met him is a day I’ll never forget. The day I met him is a day I’ll never forget.” I chanted to myself. The next day, I forgot. I always forgot. Every day I forgot, and every night he visited me, and every night I repeated my line, and every day I forgot. He always said the same chilling line. Every night, the same line, repeated exactly 3 times.
“The end is near.”
“What?” I would say
“The end is near.”
“What does that mean?”
“The end is near.”. And then it stopped. He never said anything more.
I knew he always meant something, but I never did figure out what it was, well I did, but I didn’t, I was gone. The end was here. My family, my friends; gone. Everything. Gone. The end had arrived. I had learned what it meant. The end of everything. The end of everything except my memory. The day I met him; it was a day I never forgot. Even though I forgot it every morning, it always sat with me, in the back of my mind, haunting me, then; when the end came, it all came back to me.
You’re not here to hear the story of what happened after the world, or who I am, though. You’re here to hear the story of how I met him, who he is, and how he single handedly destroyed all of reality.
The day I met him was a normal night, as normal as any other night he came to me. It had been abnormally cool that day; cold that day. Looking back I wonder why I didn’t sense something was wrong. In the middle of August, it was cold. Now, I realize why it was cold. He was coming.
I went to bed like any normal night, setting my alarm for 7:00. The alarm never went off that morning, I couldn’t sleep. I was too cold. It was as if the temperature had dropped to absolute zero, everything was freezing, and then; HE appeared at my window. It was the day I met him; the day... The day I never forgot.
“Who are you?” I said.
“The end is near.”
“What?”
“The end is near.”
“WHO are YOU!”, I yelled, louder than I had ever yelled before.
“The end is near.”, and he flew away. That was the only time the only time that I didn’t know exactly who he was the moment he visited me.
The next night the same thing, the same speech, the same time, the same figure appearing, then flew away. Every night this happened, for 3 years. Then one night, he didn’t come. The next day, for the first time; I remembered. Him. His name was Herobrine. He was notorious for visiting people at night with seemingly no reason. He had appeared in multiple video games shortly before their demise, then, in the real world, he came to me.
“The end is near” he said, and near it was, for it was only 3 years before the end was there. The end of reality that is. Funny thing is, though; my conscious never stopped, even after the end of reality, I just kept existing. I don’t have senses anymore, I kind of just sit here and think. Anyway, herobrine destroyed all of reality with the fear of the most afraid. All the people he had visited in games, they were easily frightened people, and he was eating up their fear, while also giving away hints by destroying games. He was saving me, the most afraid for the end. He visited me every night, and every night I got afraid, and every night he ate my fear, and took my memories with it, so I forgot, but some memories bled through the void every night, and they would be taken with the fear, but the last day, he didn’t come, and I got to keep my memories. He took all the fear of conscious beings and tore the whole universe to shreds. Starting with galaxy clusters, the galaxies themselves, tearing stars from each other, then star systems, tearing planets from their stars, then the stars and planets themselves, ripping them to specs of dust, them molecules, splitting them into atoms, and finally shedding atoms, and scattering them into the void. Having destroyed all of reality, he laughed, he had done it. He was the ultimate villain, society. Good. Had lost. I was all that remained.
“The end is near.”
“What?” I would say
“The end is near.”
“What does that mean?”
“The end is near.”. And then it stopped. He never said anything more.
I knew he always meant something, but I never did figure out what it was, well I did, but I didn’t, I was gone. The end was here. My family, my friends; gone. Everything. Gone. The end had arrived. I had learned what it meant. The end of everything. The end of everything except my memory. The day I met him; it was a day I never forgot. Even though I forgot it every morning, it always sat with me, in the back of my mind, haunting me, then; when the end came, it all came back to me.
You’re not here to hear the story of what happened after the world, or who I am, though. You’re here to hear the story of how I met him, who he is, and how he single handedly destroyed all of reality.
The day I met him was a normal night, as normal as any other night he came to me. It had been abnormally cool that day; cold that day. Looking back I wonder why I didn’t sense something was wrong. In the middle of August, it was cold. Now, I realize why it was cold. He was coming.
I went to bed like any normal night, setting my alarm for 7:00. The alarm never went off that morning, I couldn’t sleep. I was too cold. It was as if the temperature had dropped to absolute zero, everything was freezing, and then; HE appeared at my window. It was the day I met him; the day... The day I never forgot.
“Who are you?” I said.
“The end is near.”
“What?”
“The end is near.”
“WHO are YOU!”, I yelled, louder than I had ever yelled before.
“The end is near.”, and he flew away. That was the only time the only time that I didn’t know exactly who he was the moment he visited me.
The next night the same thing, the same speech, the same time, the same figure appearing, then flew away. Every night this happened, for 3 years. Then one night, he didn’t come. The next day, for the first time; I remembered. Him. His name was Herobrine. He was notorious for visiting people at night with seemingly no reason. He had appeared in multiple video games shortly before their demise, then, in the real world, he came to me.
“The end is near” he said, and near it was, for it was only 3 years before the end was there. The end of reality that is. Funny thing is, though; my conscious never stopped, even after the end of reality, I just kept existing. I don’t have senses anymore, I kind of just sit here and think. Anyway, herobrine destroyed all of reality with the fear of the most afraid. All the people he had visited in games, they were easily frightened people, and he was eating up their fear, while also giving away hints by destroying games. He was saving me, the most afraid for the end. He visited me every night, and every night I got afraid, and every night he ate my fear, and took my memories with it, so I forgot, but some memories bled through the void every night, and they would be taken with the fear, but the last day, he didn’t come, and I got to keep my memories. He took all the fear of conscious beings and tore the whole universe to shreds. Starting with galaxy clusters, the galaxies themselves, tearing stars from each other, then star systems, tearing planets from their stars, then the stars and planets themselves, ripping them to specs of dust, them molecules, splitting them into atoms, and finally shedding atoms, and scattering them into the void. Having destroyed all of reality, he laughed, he had done it. He was the ultimate villain, society. Good. Had lost. I was all that remained.
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Just thought I would warn you that you have one small spelling error.
You said me instead of my. Just thought I would help. Very nice story tho. Good luck!
and every night I got afraid, and every night he ate me fear, and took my memories with it,