Before we begin, yes, I do know endermen stories are usually only for those who are completely devoid of any unique ideas, but I have free time, and I want someone to acknowledge my existence. I also know that I can do better, that it's kinda short, and it's a little dark, but hey, It's just something I whipped up, so here you are.
Why is it that it who builds despises me so? It all began when I attempted to take shelter from the harsh, flame causing daylight underneath a tree near it's first shelter, I had been searching the land I had appeared on for days, perhaps week, and I thought perhaps I could become friends with it… I was horribly mistaken. When the sun rose, it left from it's small dirt home and looked around, as though unsure what it was going to do that day, ad with that, I came out from behind the tree to try to greet it, holding out a block of dirt as a gift, I wanted to help it, and for it to help me… The feeling was not mutual. It attacked me in cold blood, veraciously slashing with it's wooden tool, not even looking me in the eye, I was shocked at the cruelty of the creature, so I fled for someplace I could be alone. I didn't care that the sunlight was deadly, I still ran through it, the rejection of the creature was perhaps more painful than that of the flame engulfing me. I run until I found a cave where I could rest, I could feel myself beginning to fade away when I made it into the darkness of the cave, and the fire engulfing me disappeared, although I could still feel the emotional pain of never being accepted still sinking in, the undead creatures I had encountered were not sentient, and he who builds despises my for no good reason. I would never be loved… Then I snapped. It hated me,? Fine. It tried to murder me? Fine. It found me a disgusting, horrible, loathsome, cruel, hateful being with nothing to live for other than to be hated by all other creatures in this god-forsaken world! Fine. The feeling is mutual. I will hate. I will kill. I may be a monster, but when evil is the only thing in the world, why not be the worst? I am the Ender… And now… I have friends…