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I've always wondered why does monsters hates players so much?

And I've always wondered why monsters die so easily compared to the players. Haha.

Hey, you were supposed to answer my question!

Alright, I'll amuse you. Is it because they want to eat the player?

Do skeletons eat anything though?

Do guardians? What about creepers? All they do is explode in your face. And they laugh and go like "Hahahahaha! Busssssted, you idiot!" and then KABOOM.

There must be a deeper motive and reason for that if creepers are willing to be suicidal.

I agree. Entertain me, will you?

Okay, we need to think outside of the box…

I don't have all day. Get to the target of your motive.

So, what if the monsters and players' roles are reversed? What if the players are the true bad guys here? What if the monsters are only trying to protect their friends and families?

How would that work then, and how would we know that? They'd have to be actual players, not something in spectator mode. And the monsters don't exactly do anything exciting but wander around and make noises.

Oh, that's simple. We simply don't look at the monsters from the ghost player's perspective. But, we have to be selective on which monster we choose. We don't want everyday monsters, do we?

Yeah... unless they're zombies eating a villager's brain?

No! We'll have to look at the most uncommon monsters. Now, I don't mean tall, dark-skinned endermen in the Nether and a great badass dragon flying around in the End. I meant monsters hiding something from the eyes of a regular human.

Oh really? Like what?

The ones I'm thinking of are… transformers.

If they're so special to you, how can you tell who's a "transformer"?

They have special traits that sets them apart. For example, the enderdragon. She's what the monsters call the Queen. Because of her great size: she's also called a giantess in her secondary form, but that isn't a polite thing to say to her face. Don't call her giantress. Her size is also like that because she needed to produce minions, and you know Enderman are tall as heck, buuuut that's another story for now. Other monsters would have identifying marks, but not all of them do though.

When you say the dragon can make minions, do you mean like, bees? The minions as bees?

Yeah. A lot like bees. Endermen are typically men, hence the name. But the dragon needs to be able to produce female heirs for the next dragon.

But how?

Eggs. Endermen can clone themselves. But eggs are what make them special, what makes them independent. The problem is that they fail in making a dragon, and the result is of a female enderman. Basically, failed dragons.

So… who's a failure?

The end princesses; the female endermen. Now, why do you think the dragon drops the one, special egg every time she dies? I'll tell you this now: that's the true egg. But like the female enderman, it's also a failure.

This doesn't make sense! What do you mean the true egg is a failure?! Because if it doesn't create a dragon, then how does the egg create a dragon?

You can't exactly spawn natural dragons outside of the End. Because the End is their natural birthplace. So, when the player takes it away from the End…

The endermen will be doomed to endless cloning? And wait, is the dragon the only one who can transform? Into what?

Yes. But if they bring the dragon egg back… Well, all three questions are up to you to find out the answer...

You still hadn't told me fully how the egg can turn into a dragon, and what's the enderman role in it.

Shh…

The Main End Island was clustered with Endermen, whispering among them selves. They could sense their queen's fury as the dragon bounded from tower to tower. The End crystals crowning the towers lusted after her, streaks of lights beaming towards her when she neared. Stars were empty in the End, an eternal violent mist over their heads. Contrasting against the sky, the endstones were an eerie yellow.

"Endocrine! Will you admit to the fact you sneaked off to the Overworld without my permission?" the dragon swooped down from the sky and landed onto the ground, her purple eyes blazing. Despite the curious crowd, Queen Drelizabeth kept her focus onto the struggling enderman in the center, the one who were being held in place by two other endermen. Endocrine.

Endocrine's body yanked against the two endermen's hold, her purple eyes glaring back up the dragon. Her brain growled, Never.

The dragon sneered. "If you change into your vulnerable form right now and tell me your answer, then I might just spare you. After all… it's difficult communicating with your fighting face on when you're mute."

You change first, I'm not an idiot enough to fall for your trap! Endocrine gritted her teeth as the two guards tightened their grips. In response, Endocrine kicked the one the left, knocking him off his feet. Before another could take the downed place, Endocrine pointed to the queen, finally commuting her message. The dragon sighed, rolling her eyes.

With an intense glow from the End crystals, the queen transformed. Her height stood head to head with the tall Endermen, her purple eyes cold. She had golden-hay with greying hair that tumbled down her back. Her black dress and crown defined her status among her people.

Endocrine struggled against her hosts for some time. She teleported, but the monsters brought her back swiftly. Narrowing her eyes, she twisted the skins of their arm. Head butted against their jaws. Kicked. Bit. Stomped. But her kin kept a firm grip and replaced the tiring restrainers. Once five minutes had passed, she grew weary and stilled. With a soundless sigh, Endocrine gathered her magic to her and with it, transformed.

She was a smaller version of her mother. The same purple eyes, the original blonde hair, pale skin tone, and hair style of Queen Drelizabeth's. But she wore a different outfit compared to the queen: purple dress that reached to her midriff and a long black jacket. Completed with tall, dark, water-proof boots.

The endermen pushed her down to her knees. Endocrine's head lifted and her eyes continued glowered at the queen, her lips pursed and her body stiff. I. Hate. You. Idiot.

The crowd increased their murmuring, glancing at each other. More curious Endermen joined the crowd, wondering which princess is to be banished next. Or what had happened recently from the week before… slaughtered by the dragon herself.

"I've had enough of your rebellious attitude!" Queen Drelizabeth snarled. "You are no longer welcomed in the End! If you dare to return, you will be executed! After all… it's what you wanted in the first place, to leave the End. Isn't that right, Endocrine?"

Endocrine's face twitched. She waited for the queen's servants to release her. But… suddenly, an enderman splashed bottled water onto her left side of her face. She writhed against the guard's grips, desperate to wipe the acid from her skin. The water dripped down her face, leaving behind a scorching and blinding burn. She erupted a soundless scream. The queen gave a purr of satisfaction as she changed into her dragon form.

"Captain Dryan?" The queen scanned the crowd as Endocrine struggled to remain conscious.

An enderman stepped forward. He dipped low. "Queen Drelizabeth?"

"I am putting you in charge of bringing forth Princess Endocrine's punishment if she…" the dragon glanced towards her wounded daughter. "… came home."

The queen smirked as Endocrine finally gained enough strength to teleport. With a flash of light, she left the End. To never return as long the dragon lived.

Author's Note: Next chapter will be posted on December 30th. I have a biweekly schedule for McMonsters.

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