the new herobrine

The cell window opens, and the food cart outside comes to a stop. The earth pony giving me the best of food is my brother hyper flash, he wore a torn blue jacket, his mane was a dark green, his skin was ripped and shredded a little, and his eyes were soulless, his eyes were just wholes no eyeballs in them. I was a Pegasus, my skin was brown, my mane was a darkish brown, my eyes were blue, I wore a black shirt with a white symbol of a creeper. we both never found our true potentials (cutie marks).

He was 16 I was 14. we were in an under ground prison, we were brought here to be projects to be the new start of a new life for a world called minecraft. here you go little bro, he said, and be careful I heard that the professor had the right symptom to give you. thanks I will keep that in mind, I replied. my name was Herobrine I'm not the evil one you all think I am. I had lots of friends, now I don't know what has happened to them. I've been stuck down here for two years hoping to see the blue skies again, to spread my wings and soar amongst the stars.