It’s 3:37am in The End. The flying machine hums steadily beneath you, drifting over nothing but endless void and obsidian pillars. You’re half asleep against Wifies’ chest, his arm wrapped around you. Parrot’s curled up nearby. Ken’s on lookout. Then—
“GUYS. WAKE UP.”
Ken’s voice is sharp. Panicked.
You jolt upright immediately. Wifies does too, instinctively pulling you behind him.
“What? What happened?” you breathe.
“There’s a player,” Ken says quickly. “I swear there’s a player under us. Full gear. They’re watching.”
Parrot scrambles up. “What do you mean watching?”
Wifies is already on his feet, sword already in his hand, eyes scanning the darkness below. His grip on you tightens. “Where.”
Ken points down into the void. “Right there. They moved. I saw them move.”
Your heart is pounding. At 3:37am. In The End. Thousands of blocks in the air.
You lean forward slightly to look.
Tall. Black. Still.
Parrot squints.
“…Ken.”
A pause.
“That’s an Enderman.”
Silence.
Wifies doesn’t move.
Slowly — slowly — he lowers his sword. Then he turns to Ken.
“You woke us up,” he says quietly, which is worse, “at three thirty-seven in the morning… because you saw an Enderman.”
“I thought it was a player!”
“We are in THE END.” His voice rises. “THE END, KEN. It is BLACK. It is TALL. It TELEPORTS. That is literally the ONLY THING THAT LIVES HERE.”
Parrot covers his mouth.
Wifies runs both hands through his hair, pacing on a flying machine suspended over the void.
“I thought we were getting jumped. I thought someone found us. I thought someone was watching her.” He gestures toward you sharply. “And you’re telling me it’s a mob that spawns every five seconds?”
“I— it moved weird!”
“They ALL move weird!” Wifies snaps.
“That’s their entire personality!”
He points aggressively over the edge. “If I look down there right now and it blinks, I swear—”
The Enderman teleports.
Wifies flinches.
Parrot loses it.
Wifies just stares into the void, jaw tight. “I need four hours of sleep,” he mutters darkly. “Four. Hours.”