Violence is included so if you dont like it, click off i guess? ( if you cant read it imma paste it here. Also a bit of violence warning. Also its a bit plain ) Entity Zero was walking along a path next to his house. He was whistling a cheery tune as he walked inside the house. Entity 303 was sitting at the table, studying a map. “Hey bro! Look what i bought!” Zero chirped, holding up a scythe. It was broken and rusty, but still a weapon. 303 gave it a single glance before glaring at Zero. “Is that what you interrupted me for? A stupid broken scythe?!” 303 snapped at his brother. Zero’s head hung a bit. “Well i thought it was cool because it was a scythe, like your weapon…” He murmured. Why couldn't his brother see that he looked up to him? “Well stop wasting my time” 303 grumbled, going back to his map. Zero shuffled his way to his room and shut the door quietly. He sighed and sat against the door. “Why does my brother hate me…?” He went to bed silently. He woke up the next morning and decided to go visit Herobrine. Maybe if he talked to Herobrine he could figure out what he could do to prove himself! He opened his door quickly and ran outside. He hadn't noticed the house was empty until he got outside. There was 303, standing there with flint and steel. “W-what? Why do you have flint and ste- aaAAAAUUGHH!” Zero screeched in pain. 303 had lit the block he was standing on on fire, grinning evilly. “This is what you get for messing up my life!” 303 shouted, lighting more blocks on fire and pushing Zero into it. Zero cried out in pain and struggled in the flames, eventually starting to go limp. 303 grinned and teleported away, feeling confident that his brother would be dead by the time he would return. Zero grimaced, slowly pulling himself out of the fire and managing to get in a small pond just in time. He sat there for a bit, tears streaming down his face. He looked in the water and a burnt, deformed mess stared back. He held a hand up to his face and grimaced when he touched it. There was no way this mess of a face could go back to normal, even with a healing or regen potion. He used his claw like hands to pull himself out of the pond and he started slowly trudging towards the forest. “I canT believe he would do this to mE” He said, eyes widening as he heard his new voice for the first time. The fire had done numbers to him, and now his voice was warbly, disorientated, and for some reason a bit metallic. He took the scythe off of his back and used it as a walking stick, trudging his way towards Herobrine's house. He would find a way to prove himself if it was the last thing he would ever do. Anyways, yep! Thats Zeros origin (for my au of him)
