You Know My Name

by Timeless Lord Slayer

First published 23rd of April, 2015

Another Displaced story, this time, about our favorite sandbox ghost.

REWRITE!!! Some parts will stay, others will go! Old chapters will remain unpublished until further notice!!

Herobrine. A name spoken of in hushed whispers, for fear of it's bearer's wrath. A name many know, yet still disregard. A name, that I now bear.

Inspired by the song of the same name, You Know My Name.

Chapter 1: Rise of Evil (Edited)

Today was going to be a good day, I just knew it. For today, I was at Minecon. Hi, my name is Samson Luciel, and I'm 20 years old. I'm a little skinny for my age, but I don't let that get to me. I had been wanting to go to Minecon for years now, as I had never been to one before, and never had the money. Thankfully, today, my brother managed to scrounge up enough to get us in. I ran a hand through my dark brown hair as I took in the sight, my older brother taking pictures next to me. Above us was a large banner with the words, 'Minecon 2015' on it and various Minecraft characters around the letters.

Ahead of us was a large stage with a podium, probably where they were going to make the announcements. Behind the stage were rows upon rows of stands filled with merchandise. There was always something about Minecraft nearby, whether it was props, or otherwise. And for a while we just walked around, just looking at the various props and things being sold and occasionaly getting people who wanted to take a picture with me. I was dressed up as the infamous Herobrine, complete with a teal-blue t-shirt, dark blue pants, gray shoes, and even white contacts for the eyes, so naturally I got a few people who wanted to take pictures.

We played a bit of Minecraft on the few computers and consoles that were laid out on the far left side of the hall, and did a bit of trivia as well. After getting a few prizes from the trivia, most of them plushies, we came to a secluded stall in the far right corner. There was a creepy looking man in a black hoodie standing behind the counter, and numerous trinkets lay on the counter. I don't know why but I felt, drawn to the place. Like something was calling me to it.

"What tickles yer fancy?" the man asked, his voice reminding me of an old pirate like in the movies.

Looking around, my eyes quickly noticed a flat and blocky piece of wood that looked like the diamond swords found in Minecraft. Pointing to it, I asked how much it was worth.

"Ten bucks," he answered. My brother pulled out two five dollar bills from his wallet and handed them to the man. I thanked him and picked up the wooden, blocky blade.

"No, thank you," he responded creepily, chuckling to himself as we walked away. I simply shrugged and filed it under people just being their weird selves.

Swinging the sword experimentally a few times out of excitement, I sat down at a bench while my brother went to go grab some food. And that's when the sword started glowing a faint white. I picked it up and stared at it before I noticed that everything around me had stopped. Everyone was frozen in place, like time had stopped around me. Then, my eyes started to hurt. Tremendously. It felt like someone was gouging them out with a spoon and exposing them to ridiculous amounts of blinding and painful sunlight at the same time. I fell to the ground, writhing in pain and holding my hands over my eyes. Then, the pain stopped, and everything turned dark.

I woke with a start. Glancing around, I noticed that I was in a small clearing in some strange and eerie looking forest. Moss and vine covered trees surrounded me on all sides, reaching out with their branches as if trying to touch me. To the left of me was a clear pond, it's surface shining and shimmering in the sunlight.

Looking down, I sighed in relief as I realised that I was still in the same clothes as before. I also noticed that there was a light blue broadsword next to my hand. It seemed to be of simple design, but the material it was made of was what really surprised me. It was made of crystal. I squealed in delight at the blade, before realizing that I should probably check my face to make sure nothing had changed. After all, something must have happened to my eyes to make them hurt like that.

So, I made my way over to the pond and it's mirror-like surface and was shocked at what I saw. My eyes were white, and glowing. Just like Herobrine's. Slowly, I put two and two together. I'm Herobrine! I can't believe it, this is so cool! I whooped and hollered like an idiot, celebrating my change. Then I realized something else, I was lost. Hopelessly, and utterly lost. I checked my pockets for my phone, only to turn up empty handed. And then, I freaked out.

How was I going to get home!? What about my family!? Did they even know where I was? I didn't own a car, my phone is gone, I don't know where I am, oh man I am so screwed! Ok, don't panic! Surely someone is closeby, someone who can help! Yeah, I just need to look around, that's all! I'll be fine! With that in mind, I stood up and made my way out of the clearing, cutting excess brush and vegetation in my way with my sword which, by the way, was cool as shit. Before long, I found a castle with two towers, one in the front left, and one in the back right.

It was a simple castle, grey brick and everything. But the guards are what really caught my attention. They didn't look anywhere near as modern as they should, as they had spears and golden armor. But the most notable feature? They had muzzles, yellow manes and tails, and white fur. In short, they looked like anthropomorphic horses in armor. I think you can imagine my reaction. Yep, I flipped it, again. The fact that there were anthro's could mean only one thing. I was in Equestria. I had watched a little of the show, and while it was very similar to the other cringeworthy kid's shows out there, I didn't dislike it.

I didn't like to consider myself a brony per se, more of a person who just didn't mind the show. With this new information, I realized another thing. This was exactly like those stories about people being sent to Equestria only to never return. There was probably no way back home, considering how most of those stories went. Which meant I would never see my family again. I slumped against a tree as that thought sunk in. I was never going to see another human, never going to see my family or friends, I would be alone. But, that can't be right, right? M-Maybe this is only a dream? I mean, it would suck that I'm NOT Herobrine, but hey, I'd rather be at home as Herobrine then in ponyland!

With my head made up, I stood up and tried to wake myself up. I punched my gut, and all the air went out of me. As I fell to the ground, a dark, frightening realization, the last I wanted to have, sank in.

This wasn't a dream.

Tears filled my glowing eyes, and I wiped them with my hands, but when I did, they only came back covered in black goop. A further reminder I wasn't even human anymore. A further reminder I was far from home. I grit my teeth and clenched my fists tightly. I cursed the damned Merchant who had most likely brought me here. I cursed the man, or creature, or devil, who had made this event occur. I even cursed the God I prayed to. I would have continued cursing the Merchant and all deific beings, if two spears from some sharp-eyed guards hadn't been pointed at me.

"State thy name and business!" said one of the guards.

A thought crossed my mind then. I'm Herobrine! I don't need to take shit from anyone! I... I could be my own God! If the others would be so cruel as to abandon me, to toss me aside like this, then I'll show them a bloodbath they'll never forget, and be born anew as their equal! No... Their better. As I thought this, and the guards in front me tensed at my silence. I simply grinned. I can teleport! Quickly imagining a throne room, I immediately found myself standing in front of two thrones, one black like onyx and one a golden one. A blue banner with a crescent moon on it was above the black throne whilst a yellow banner with a sun hung above the other throne. On the thrones were the alicorn Princesses themselves, Celestia and Luna. Celestia, with her white fur and wings, wore a crown and necklace of gold, an amethyst embedded in each. She wore a simple white dress. Luna's dark blue fur went well with the black, sparkling dress she wore with an onyx necklace and crown with white jewels in the shape of a crescent in them.

Having taken notice of my sudden appearance, Luna spoke up, the Royal Canterlot voice deafening. "Who art thou, to barge into court unannounced?" she asked.

That was when I realized something else, if I was Herobrine, then I needed to start acting like him. If I was brought here as the character, then I might as well become the character. So I remained silent and simply stared at her. This seemed to unnerve her, just like I hoped.

"Speak!" Celestia demanded.

I did so, but my voice was different. It sounded distant and was low like the rumbling of thunder. "As you wish."

I could feel everypony in the room shiver as they heard my voice, and while I was a little surprised myself I made sure to not show it.

"Who art thou?" Luna asked.

"I am the ravager of lands, King of the Nether, but you may call me," I paused for dramatic effect, "Herobrine."

That final word echoed throughout the room, sending a chill down every spine present. I could feel the fear coming from the nobles and guards in the room, and it was intoxicating. Delicous, even. I couldn't help it, I smirked.

"What business dost thou have here?" Celestia asked, losing her patience.

I heard voices then, thousands of them. All of them saying a simple line, and I found myself repeating it. "I came here to give you a fair warning. Leave this place now and surrender, or die."

Celestia scoffed, so I teleported in front of the closest noble, a white stallion with a blue mane, and stared him straight in the eyes. He whimpered pathetically, and I smirked again. Then, with a flash of light from my eyes, he fell unconcsious to the floor.

"So be it." And with that, I teleported away to prepare for the inevitable conflict.

I sighed internally as I watched a few bluejays fly by. Being a statue is boring. Like, seriously boring. And because of centuries of boredom, I seem to have gone a little stir crazy. This whole time I've had nothing to do except plot my revenge against the sisters. The world of Equestria was a peaceful place, so there wasn't much to keep me entertained. As such, you can imagine my excitement when I had something else to do.

"Come on children! Single file!" said a sweet yet authorative voice.

Coming towards me was a mahogany mare with a light pink mane in a white long sleeved v-neck shirt and a red long skirt. Several fillies and colts were following behind her. They stopped in front of me, and my excitement grew as I watched them gather in front of me.

"Who can tell me what this statue represents?" the mare asked.

A colt raised his hand. "Terror and connivance!" he answered.

"Very good! This is the statue of Herobrine, who ruled over a fiery dimension called the Nether centuries ago. His armies razed countless cities to the ground, and in the end it took the joined effort of the Minotaurs, Griffins, Dragons, and the Princesses to defeat him," the mare informed.

Seems like somepony's done their homework! If only I could move, then I could show them what I can really do! The fillies and colts 'ooh'ed' and 'aah'ed' as they listened to their instructor go on and on about me.

Then, a filly with white fur, a horn, a pink skirt and purple short sleeve top and a stylized pink and purple mane raised a hand and asked a question, only to be harassed by another filly with pink fur and a tiara. The teacher, which I learned was named Cheerilee, scolded the pink filly before it was time to move on. The white filly from before, along with two others that looked familiar stayed behind. One of them had yellow fur with a red mane with a red bow in it, wearing a green tank top and blue jeans. The other was an orange pegasus filly with a purple, unkempt mane and tail and a black t-shirt with blue shorts. It was then that I realized who these fillies were. They were the ones who freed my one time neighbor, Discord!

Come on girls, let me free! Who knows, I might spare you all if you do.

"I'm soo tired of Diamond Tiara calling us blank flanks!" said the orange filly.

"Yeah! Why don't we prank her? I say she deserves it!" suggested the yellow filly.

"I don't know guys..." said the white one.

The three fillies argued about it some more before finally the white one gave in. Their descision made, they walked off to join the group, leaving me alone once more. As they walked away, I could feel cracks appearing on my stone prison, growing bigger and bigger before a final 'crack!' broke the shell, freeing me. I stretched my limbs and popped my back, smiling wickedly as I realized that I was finally free. Free at last!

And I can't wait to start the mayhem.

Author's Notes:

EDIT: Fixed a little of it, made it more believable, even if only by a bit.

I know, I know, I've been making a lot of new stories and not updating them. But believe me when I say they will be updated. As for this story, let me know what you think in the comments below, constructive criticism is welcome as long as it's not too harsh. Seriously, feel free to comment and speak your mind.

If it feels like I messed up somewhere, tell me, I'd love to know about it. If you don't like this story, that's fine as well, I'm not expecting that much anyway. As always, thanks for reading!

-BlueMoon865

Chapter 2: The Prophets of Rule

For the next few weeks, I tormented the palace of the two Sisters and the surrounding city. Oh, how delicious the screams and shrieks were. Each night, I would stalk any whom I found, and slowly reduced them to whimpering, pathetic balls of flesh. The Sisters sent their guards after me time and time again, but I was never found. Occasionally, I would even visit the two in their dreams. Poisoning their thoughts, placing doubts and fears in their minds. Yet, as much as I enjoyed stalking the pathetic ponies, I could never shake the feeling that something was missing. Like I had forgotten something. Something of vital importance to me. I sighed. That could wait for another time. Now...I had some ponies to torment.

I peeked around the trunk of the tree I was behind, looking for my prey. He was an average looking unicorn stallion, with green fur and an orange and brown mane and tail. He wore a typical peasant tunic and trousers, colored a dull, tan color. I knew him well. He was the head of a noble family with close ties to the Sisters, the Blueblood's, I think they were called. I slowly followed him as he walked along the dirt path of the park. He was alone, and completely at my mercy. I could kill him quickly, but where's the fun in that? No, no, he needed to become a message. A warning to the ponies that crossing me was a grievous mistake. I summoned a bow to my side, nocked an arrow which lit ablaze with magical power, before I let it loose, and watched with rapt attention as the instrument of pain punched straight through the stallion's leg, thanks to the Punch enchantment. He screamed and fell to his knees, clutching the wound which now weeped blood. It was as he was glancing at his now useless leg with shock and dismay, that I teleported in front of him, and he gazed up to see my visage.

"Hello...my new prophet," I greeted.

"Wh-who are you?" he asked fearfully. I chuckled. So easily frightened, these ponies. They were an endless source of entertainment.

"I...am the King of the Void, the Lord of the Nether...Herobrine," I answered, smirking as I watched him shiver in fear.

"You're... You're that monster that everypony's been talking about..." he deduced.

"Yes, child. I am. And you...You shall be one of the many prophets of my coming rule..." With that said, I summoned a blade of diamonds, smaller than the typical longsword I used, just the right size for precision cutting, and grabbed a firm hold of the stallion's muzzle. I slowly carved out his cheeks, all the while he gargled and screamed in pain, sometimes even choking on the blood dribbling down his gullet. But I wasn't finished. I cut off the last of the flesh of his cheeks, showing his teeth in all their bare white glory. Then, I took the knife and started to shave off his skin, enjoying the screams that ensued. Oh, how lovely, how delicious, his screams were. There's always a certain satisfaction I get doing this in person. Traps were fun, yes, and twas joyful to lead the Guards to their deaths, but the thrill I got from being there in person...It was without compare. It was as I was reminiscing that I didn't even notice the stallion had died from shock and fear. He even soiled himself.

I sighed. How short lived. Ah well, the job was done anyway. Now, I just needed...Ah, there we go! I took his heart, and stabbed my knife into it. My calling card. After that, I took the body in my telekinetic grasp and began the search for a suitable place to put my new prophet. I walked for a short while, and finally came upon the darkened cobblestone streets of the city surrounding the palace. Finding a fountain with a pointed tip in the center of a market, I impaled the body on it, then turned invisible and floated upwards, awaiting the dawn that I knew would be coming shortly. And it did, and the screams that ensued when the ponies saw their fellow there, filling the fountain with his own blood, ohhh...They were wonderful. But, now it was on to the royals of the other nations. They all were going to see the glory that was my rule...or suffer.

Celestia's day was not going well. It had started with more reports of murders, all of the bodies found in public places for all to see, their cheeks gone, and skin carved off. And the blue, diamond daggers found stabbed into their hearts told her all too well who the culprit was. Then, came the many frightened ponies relaying their worries about the murders. And after that, she received word that the Royals from the other nations had just now had the same problems. The Royals themselves, from all of them, expressed their worries about the spring of murders, and apparently wished to see her and her sister.

"Sister?" said that very same sister.

"Yes, Lulu?" Celestia answered, face looking haggard.

"What do we do? This...Herobrine, hath been plaguing the conscious of ponies, dragons, minotaurs, griffons, even the zebras! And now, for the first time since the end of Discord's reign, they wish to see us. We are concerned. This foe has shown no mercy, and is more illusive then anything we hath known," Luna said worriedly.

"I am afraid I do not know, Lulu. Mayhaps a worldwide search is required, I do not know." Celestia said with a heavy sigh. "We shall require the greatest caution. That much is certain. But whether we can stop him..." Celestia shook her head. "I only hope this turns out well."

Author's Notes:

Quite dark, I know. Sorry for those with weak stomachs. I just thought it was a good idea to show Herobrine's merciless ways in greater detail. As for the next few chapters...I'll try to lengthen them more. Hopefully they will have less gruesome detail, but we'll see. I do like my detail, after all.

-Timeless Celestial

Chapter 3: Start The Holocaust Part 1

Author's Notes:

WARNING!!!

GORE IS ALL OVER THIS CHAPTER, ALONG WITH THEMES OF PSYCHOSIS AND A BIT MORE!!!
READ AT YOUR OWN PERIL!!!

Also, the song used in this chapter is called "Remains", by Aviators.

It was a momentous day today. For today, was the day my rule, my campaign, my crusade, began. For today, I unleashed the first wave of my minions upon the helpless and pathetic inhabitants of this sorry world. After leaving the many countries in disarray with the many murders and fear I had sown, I had left them all in a daze, wondering where I was, and where I would strike next.

Yes, it was all going according to plan. I had created doubt and fear among the masses, giving me the opportunity to sneak around right under their unsuspecting noses, between and around their sorry excuses for patrols and search parties.

Thus I was within the city of the Diamond Dogs, a certain construct in front of me that would quickly grant me the power to conquer the Kingdom of the Dogs. A construct, made from pure obsidian, standing 9 meters tall and 7.2 centimeters wide, in the shape of a doorway.

With a wicked smile, I summoned a flint and steel to my hands and lit the inside of the construct ablaze. With the sound of reality tearing and then reconstructing itself, a purple, swirling portal appeared in the midst of the construct. I could feel my minions on the other side, just waiting for my command. I chuckled at this.

It was time to start the fun.

A loud rumbling shook the caverns of the mine a number of Diamond Dogs were working in. They looked around fearfully and covered their heads in preparation for a quake or cave in, but nothing happened. The rumbling stopped, and for a brief moment they thought that disaster had been averted.

Then, a wall exploded, and various undead humanoids funneled into the mine shaft, all wearing heavy plate armor and wielding bows, swords, and axes. They ranged from skeletons, to zombies, to some amalgamation of pig and human. They charged into the mine, slaughtering all of the dogs they could find.

The dogs ran away as fast as their paws could carry them, but were shot or caught by arrows. The undead spared none, killing all in their way. Only one dog escaped, and only narrowly. It was a young male, barely out of his teens. He ran and ran and ran, desperate to get away from the monsters. He had to warn others of what he had seen. Meanwhile, the leader of the aggressors watched the pup go with a wicked grin, his glowing white eyes shining in the dim of the cavern.

The doors to the throne room of the Diamond Dog monarch burst open with a slam that resounded throughout the room. In came a Dog, looking like he just got out of a fight with a Wurm Mole, startling those present in the room.

"What is the meaning of this?! The King is in the midst of a very important discussion!" came the angry cry of Angler, the Diamond Dog Advisor to King Stone Maw, who sat upon his gold and jewel encrusted throne, chiseled from rock with masterful techniques handed down from generation to generation. The King himself, bearing the armor passed from his forebears, thorned pauldrons, gauntlets, and boots and all with added cobalt lining the chestplate, shifted to look at the arrival.

"Silence, Angler. This pup appears to have survived a harrowing attack," Stone Maw turned to the intruding dog. "Come now, my subject, tell me, what happened that brought you to my throne?" Stone Maw asked, tone even yet rumbling like that of a quake.

"M-Monsters... Undead...!" The dog panted, before collapsing from his wounds, blood pooling beneath him. Stone Maw's eyes hardened at the news.

"Angler, ready a platoon and have them meet me at The Passings," Stone Maw ordered.

"My king, are you certain of this?" Angler asked, but stopped when Stone Maw gave him a look.

"I will not allow any of my subjects to die in vain. Now get that platoon ready," Stone Maw ordered. As the king marched off, Angler watched him go before rushing off himself to set about his task.

Ahh... This scent... The scent of fear... It's so intoxicating. I can't get enough of it! I laughed as I floated above my new army, high above them and near the roof of the masterfully dug out tunnels these mutts had made. Much as the dogs were unmatched with their stone cutting, I was better. After all, what mortal could compare to a god?

I laughed once more before I looked towards the large intersection of cut stone, seeing a platoon of diamond dogs in spiked armor along with just the individual I was hoping to see.

"Ah, King Stone Maw... How nice of you to greet me here. And with such fitting company, to boot," I chuckled lowly.

"Who are you? Why do you attack us?" the king called. I laughed at this.

"Such a simpleton..." I summoned a blade of diamond to my hand, twirling it expertly. "I am Herobrine, mutt. I am the Ravager of Lands, King of the Nether, and Lord of the End. I..." I pointed my blade at his head. "...Attack to conquer and destroy. Maybe a little song will help you see." I said, before beginning to sing, letting the magic of this land fuel my most beautiful song.

Human minds,

Frail and scared,

Freed by death, and death is fair,

I began, my minions crashing into the platoon like a tidal wave, all the while I danced in the air above the battle, waltzing with an unseen partner.

Hopeless souls,

Play a part,

In my wicked work of art,

I summoned a number of diamond swords, aiming them at the platoon of mutts, then launching them forwards, impaling them all on the blue blades, then maneuvering them so that they stuck into the walls of the tunnel.

Such relief,

Every time,

Taking life, to take what's mine,

I grabbed a dog and held them by the neck, smiling as I took a dagger and cut his innards out, letting a sigh escape me as I felt the sheer fear in his body dissipate into the aether.

At the end,

Here we lie,

Here we're killers or we die,

I punctuated this by pulling a dog who had slain one of my pigmen to me, and lopped his head off, tossing the head into a portal for later use.

When the world was turned to gray,

The hatred wouldn't go away,

Resentment in chains,

I summoned chains to wrap around a foolish mutt who tried to shoot an arrow at me, and tossed him into the wall hard with my magic, splattering his brains on it.

In the coldest of all hearts,

A voice descends, the light departs,

Madness remains,

For this, I laughed loudly as I threw Potions of Poison and Instant Harming on the unsuspecting dogs below.

Play the game,

Paint your scene,

Taking this to the extreme,

I moved the poison and harmful liquids from the broken bottles with my magic, making them turn into humanoid shapes only to turn back to liquid and launch at the platoon.

Masterpiece,

Dark design,

Your last moments, only mine,

I took another dog with my magical pull, once more grasping them by the neck as I gutted him, watching with glee as the light left his eyes.

It's a need,

Here in dust,

Kill the world that stole from us,

I then summoned fire around the platoon, my armies uncaring for the flames as they strode through them, their attacks setting the poor, pathetic hounds ablaze as well.

Take your place,

Let it be,

In my crimson symphony,

At the last few words, I picked yet another dog up with my magic, then ripped him apart, taking his femur bones and playing a quick tune in tandem with the sounds ringing throughout the tunnels, my song reaching the ears of any pooch nearby.

I feel it in my bones,

A need to be your god,

A need to strike you down,

I summoned lightning at this and smote a small cluster of dogs that had been back to back, fending off more than a few of my undead.

When order disappeared,

And madness took control,

The conscience in me drowned,

I poured water from buckets down on the torches, putting them out and surprising more than a few dogs as well as dimming the lights in the cavernous tunnels.

I want to be your guide,

Into the afterlife,

It's a gift, look past the pain like I do,

With those words, I grabbed two dogs and forced one of them to watch their comrade be eaten alive by my zombies, all the while I pet the living dogs head like the beast they were, before tossing him to the ground harshly, splitting his skull.

I want to see your eyes,

Just before your demise,

When only fear remains inside you,

I twirled and tossed a number of diamond blades at those below, further thinning their numbers and giving me the satisfaction of seeing them all flee or die, the life in their orbs of sight going out.

When the world was turned to gray,

The hatred wouldn't go away,

Resentment in chains,

I lashed out with hooks, chains linking them as they stabbed through the armor of multiple dogs whilst I swung them around, until finally pulling them off with my powers, placing my custom made chains back in storage at my castle.

In the coldest of all hearts,

A voice descends, the light departs,

Madness remains.

I watched with glee as the dogs fled, the king, his crown bloodied, being carried away as I laughed off the glare of hatred he shot at me.

My crusade... was going swimmingly.