Author's Note: Something I thought I could try after the creeper story. Hope you enjoy it. I don't own Minecraft or any of the characters.
I can't take it. Those eyes. Staring. Why are you staring? Why don't you stop? Those eyes. I can't take it anymore. Stop staring! I teleport closer and destroy the Steve that was staring. I had to. Those eyes burned me alive inside. I couldn't take it. I had to end the stares. I hate the staring. I despise-
What is that? Is that a dirt block all alone? I'm drawn to it as if it were diamond. I have to have it. I take it. I feel good inside. Something I could show the others. Something that would surely please Herobrine. I took the block from the destroyed despised Steve.
But then again. Is a dirt block really so valuable. I don't know. I can't just take it to Lord Herobrine and then be met with disappointment. No I rather keep it to myself than show the others. I place it down somewhere safe.
In the distance, I see what at first looks like another Steve or the original. But no it can't be. It's only a snow golem. It even has a pumpkin on its head. It flashes a diamond sword. I really begin to think it is a Steve. It hits me. I'm quick to teleport away. It follows me. I become nervous, but then the sun shines and I quickly return to the End to avoid confrontation.
About a week later with no action, the Steve golem comes invading the End. I realize then I failed my job as he confronts the Enderdragon. I have to stop him before it is too late. I approach him. He flashes his diamond sword and then- darkness. I'm sorry Lord Herobrine. I have failed. I have failed.
Author's Note: Did you like it? This was fun writing. I hope you have fun reading. Review please and recieve virtual cookies. 8D!