I think way too much about Minecraft steve (not the movie version). Or just the player character anyway. He is almost a personification of loneliness to me. He wakes up in a terrifyingly empty world with nothing on him and no memories. The first time he sees something that looks like him its a monster that only wants to kill him. When he finally does find other people he cant understand them and they look nothing like him. Steve cant die and seems ever hurtling towards some unknown destiny with some of his paintings such as the wither one indicating some half remembered nightmares. If he does die he just wakes up as if from a nightmare. Returning to his last place of death he can collect his things from his own corpse making sure to hurry before it comes alive. He has no culture, an unknown past that he cant quite remember, and no clear place of origin. He is so terribly alone.
But What If He Was Not Alone
The myth of herobrine to me works so well with my idea of steve. He sees something. Just out of the corner of his eye just for a second he thought he saw himself. He was sure it must have just been a zombie and hed just seen it moments before it crumbled to dust. It must have been. But then this isnt the first time he’s seen something. Sometimes he finds small purposeless builds with no clear purpose. He knows he didnt build them. Sometimes he’ll come home to find the items in his storage have been moved around as if something had been looking through them. Steve has only seen Him once. It was a foggy day and the sun made the fog glow in the daylight. It was blinding and difficult to see far in any direction. That’s when he saw Him standing just at the edge of what he could see through the fog. It looked like him. No green rotting skin, no foreign language or features. No eyes. Faced with something he thought he would never see, a familiar face, he ran.
Steve hasnt seen Him since. But sometimes he will feel the hair on the back of his neck stand up and he will know that He is watching. He never turns around to look. If he doesn’t see it again he can blame it on delirium. He must have just been sleep deprived that day. He must have just been malnourished. But deep downs he knows what he saw. And he knows that It saw him.
