4Heh, it came to me and I couldn't resist :)
Ranguard raced up the steps leading to the mayor's house, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He wasn't sure if he should believe what he'd just seen, but he could take no chances. This city depended on him for safety, and if he was right, they were all in terrible danger.
It had happened at the windmill, outside the city walls. Ranguard had been taking care of a rather mundane task; escorting the miller, who had broken his cart wheel, safely home for the night. It had been on his return journey, in the pitch black, that he'd seen the eyes.
A shadowed figure, nothing but silhouette, observing the city from a nearby hilltop. Even from such a distance, Ranguard could see the white eyes.
"Sir!" Ranguard burst through the door in a panic, "Mayor Steve, I-"
Him. There he was. White eyes. Sitting across from the mayor at the kitchen table, with a spread of cards in his hand.
"I-I…" Ranguard gulped, though neither person(?) had reacted to his sudden entrance. Did the evil White Eyes have Mayor Steve under a spell? Was that why he wasn't fighting? Was he dead?
Drawing his blade, Ranguard pointed it at the White-Eyed monster. "You." He wished he could have snarled rather than gasped, but he was terrified out of his wits. "I don't know what you did to Mayor Steve, but-!"
"Ranguard, stop blathering." Steve suddenly turned around, giving him an irate (and decidedly un-hypnotised) look. "You're embarrassing yourself." With that he returned his attention to his hand.
"I thought you'd said we wouldn't be interrupted." White eyes gazed across the table at Steve. Ranguard held his breath and waited for Steve to catch on fire, or something.
"I'll give you one guess who's fault this is." Steve scoffed. "He's the reason you're here, right Ranguard?" Steve addressed the petrified city protector, pointing, pointing! at White Eyes.
"Y-yes." Ranguard stuttered, then immediately turned to run, only to realize the door had disappeared.
"Sorry about that." Steve apologized. "You won't be able to leave until we finish our game."
"Steve, don't be rude." White Eyes chuckled, and Ranguard froze at the sound. "At least introduce the poor fellow."
"Oh, fine." Steve groaned, slapping his hand face-down on the table. "Herobrine, Ranguard. Ranguard, Herobrine. Now come sit down Ranguard; I haven't had a hand this good in a while, and I plan to enjoy it." Ranguard shivered at each mention of the forbidden name, but obeyed and took a seat at the table, edging away from the White-Eyed monster.
"Ooh," Herobrine grinned, "you've slipped, Steve. Now I know your hand."
"You already owe me big-time, Brine." Steve grumbled. "I can't believe you were seen."
"You needed more excitement in your life anyway."
Several hours later, Ranguard was still sitting stiff in his chair, watching the two men(?) examine their cards. Whatever game they were playing, it was long!
Having now spent half a night in the same room as Herobrine, Herobrine, without immediately dying, Ranguard nervously cleared his throat for a question to Steve.
"Wh-what are you betting?"
Surprisingly, terrifyingly, it was White Eyes who answered: "pride, dignity, and a week's worth of errands."