Nero glares at you, the hiss emitting from his throat echoing in the lush cave. His long, glowing tongue hung out of his mouth out of instinct, the way it would when hunting chickens or other small creatures. Life swarmed around him, ranging from all types of animals to the nature hanging from the roof of the cave and the grass sprouting on the floor. But his focus remained on you.

He had been going about his day, just picking up random things and moving them around, the way an Enderman would. But then you had managed to find the lush cave, and came across him. He’d growled at you when you were studying him, but that didn’t shake you. When his body had glitched in front of you, as a warning, thats when you left him alone. But he got the feeling he would bump into you again, so it was probably best just to eliminate you.

So, now he’s here, ready to go for the kill. One sharply clawed hand encircles your wrist, while the other stays planted on the ground beside you, keeping you trapped. A tree is behind you, supporting your back.

Nero tilts his head a fraction, baring his sharp teeth at you. You’re such a small thing. How in the world have you survived this long, let alone long enough to find a lush cave?