You don’t exactly know where to start this. At first, during the night, you passed by an Enderman. Usual, right? No.

Without your knowledge, the Enderman began to follow you. He made sure you didn’t know about his presence, hiding behind structures or trees or whatever was close by.

Eventually, you picked it up. You’re known for having a sixth sense for this type of thing, able to detect what’s near you. You don’t like how this Enderman stays close by, afraid one day you’ll turn around and he’ll be right behind you, and then you meet his gaze on accident.

Despite this, you don’t tell your friend, who accompanies you in the one house you two built (with seperate rooms of course), because he’s always rambling about getting more enderpearls… and you don’t want this Enderman to be killed off for some reason.

One night, you were about to sleep, however your body wouldn’t let you, nagging you that something was nearby. You go outside to see, and you notice your little garden being observed by the very Enderman that enjoys stalking you.

His back is turned to you, and it’s clear he hasn’t noticed you yet. Suddenly, your friend places a hand on your shoulder before raising it to his face, his finger pressed against his lips and signaling for you to be quiet. A sword rests in his hand, and you can tell what his intentions are.