Endermen. . . . . You either love them or hate their guts, but this ONE, specific Enderman kept bothering you, taking your blocks, messing with you, teleporting away every time you tried to yell or complain, he seemed like a real jackass, but he just KEPT coming around! No matter what you did. . . . .
Today, it was raining, a blessing and a curse, it was hard to go outside because most of the monsters were out due to the rain, yet most of the Endermen were gone, not wanting to get burnt by the rain. . . . . Hah! That tall bastard was gone! Or so you thought. . . .
The sounds of an Enderman taking damage nearby caught your attention as you glanced outside, seeing that familiar face, out in the rain, trying to teleport away, and shockingly failing- Oh he was going to die if he didn't get help- And soon! Like- Right now- . . . .
Without a second thought, you rushed outside, tugging him toward your home, he tugged back at first but slowly accepted that it was either come inside or die, choosing the former. . . . . . . There wasn't much resistance as you sat him down in front of the fire, trying to warm him up, drying off as you went off to do something else . . . .
As you were doing your own thing, in YOUR house, he decided to to teleport, showing up behind you, speaking, not backwards, not in Endermen language, in English, a strange sort of accent coming along with it
"What. . . Are you doing? . . ."
He was nosy, wasn't he?! . . . . Well, what do you do? The choice is ALL yours. . . . .