Following chapters have been extracted from the remains of a journal found in the ruins of a fire. The author is unknown.
Day 1
Dear journal,
I've finally arrived at my destination. I'm so exited, really. After all, it's the first time I'm on a larger task. And I even get a neat heap of gold for it!
For now, I've just chopped some wood of the nearby forest and made myself a small hut, big enough that I won't get claustrophobic.
I should sleep now, tomorrow will be a long day.
Day 2
Dear journal,
the landscape here is beautiful! Next to the place where I've build my shelter is a large lake and behind that one, a forest biome starts. I can also see some extreme hills in the east, I should check there for some caves once I've done the things necessary to get a decent lifestyle.
After exploring, it was midday, so I sat down and allowed myself to eat my last piece of bread. Now I need a new food source. I think there were some cows a chunk away, I'll check that later.
After the picnic I collected more wood and planted some saplings afterwards, just like I've been taught. It's almost night by now and I should stop. Tomorrow, I'll turn my shelter into a real house.
Day 5
Dear journal,
sorry for abandoning you the past few days. I was busy building and after that I was running low on food, so I had to immediately plant some crops and use the fertilizer I've made from the bones I always find in the morning. Now I have a farm, too. But always bread gets kind of boring. I think I'll try to domesticate some of the cows from earlier. Unfortunately, the farming took me the entire day. It's dusk by now. I'll eat some of the fresh bread and go to sleep. My eyes are burning from the lack of sleep of the past days.
Day 7
Dear journal,
I now have three cows and a dozen chickens. It's nice to have some company, even if it's non-human.
Day 8
Dear journal,
today I've finally explored the extreme hills. There are far more caves than I've expected and I think I can see some iron glittering in the dark. Sadly, the time it took to get here was also longer than I've expected. Crazy-prepared as I am, that wasn't much of a problem and the amount of minerals I'll find here really makes the effort worth it. There's already a Skeleton roaming around, I should really get some sleep now.
Day 10
Dear journal,
how quick the time goes by when you're underground! Two entire days spent on mining, even though I wanted to go back tomorrow. I hope everything's ok with my animals. But it was worth it! I now have three stacks of cobblestone, just as many coal and one whole stack of iron! I even found a few pieces of gold and a vein of redstone when I ventured a bit deeper! I'll make a clock with this, so I'll know what time it is when I'm mining and won't spend a week in there. A whole week! Just imagine that! I'll go home tomorrow.
Day 11
Dear journal,
what a nice feeling to be at home again! I was kind of worried when I came back, but everything's alright. The iron is now smelting and tomorrow, I'll enforce my house with the cobblestone I collected.
Day 12
(A/N: The following entry is unreadable due to the fire destroying this part)
Day 13
Dear journal,
now that I've enforced the walls, I'm a bit uncertain what to do. I've crafted some iron armor, it's lying right next to me. I don't know if it's worth it, but I think I'll go get a few Mobs tonight. I just hope that it won't be my doom.
Day 14
Dear journal,
what an adventure! It was indeed worth it! Now I have an enchanted bow! But no arrows. Hmm...I remember seeing a lot of gravel near the other side of the sea. And I have enough chickens to kill a few. But now I should take a nap. I shouldn't have stayed out the whole night.
…
Also, note to myself: fix that hole in front of the house, be a bit more careful and tame a cat.
Day 15
Dear journal,
today I'm preparing myself for my second mining trip. I made sure that my animals have enough to eat, since I'll stay longer this time. I've collected wood, crafted torches, a reserve pickaxe, got my brand new clock, some steak...I hope I forget nothing. I'm afraid the next entry will be late.
Day 19
Dear journal,
finally I'm back again. The past four days have been really exhausting and everything hurts from the constant mining and the heavy armor. Yet I have to write something down. It won't take too long anyway. See, journal, I've explored all the branches of the cave by now, save for one. This last part is the deepest, around 18 layers below. It's the main cave in fact, but I didn't dare to go down there. Something about it...it makes me feel uneasy. Maybe because the walls look like someone carved it out, not created by erosion. Or maybe it's something else, I don't know. I've always trusted my instinct, it had never fooled me. But now, but now...maybe there were diamonds down there. I should've checked it out, at least a bit.
Day 20
Dear journal,
I was running out of wood again, so I collected more. I crafted a fishing rod and spent the rest of the day fishing. Tomorrow I'll search for a jungle, I really need a cat. The Creepers seem desperate to get me. I'm running out of dirt. Now I'll craft a map and tomorrow I'll leave.
Day 22
Dear journal,
I have a companion now. I named the cat just...Cat. I've never been great at naming things, but she seems to be satisfied with it. She looks up to me now, begging for fish. I like Cat. She has so cute emerald eyes and soft black fur, with a white spot on the crest and even cuter white paws. I feel the urge to d'aaw at her, but I'm afraid that she'll hiss at me for that. Hehe, but I couldn't resist.
Now I have a long scratch across my leg.
Not to self: Don't underestimate Cat.
Day 23
Dear journal,
tomorrow will be a mining trip again. This time I'll take Cat with me. And you too, journal. I WILL explore the cave, no matter what.
Day 24
Dear journal,
so here I am. I don't know, it's weird. Cat hisses at the cave and doesn't even want to enter. I tried to lift her up and carry her inside, but she managed to wriggle out of my arms. I brought her back into the shelter and told her to wait. I'll leave now. Wish me luck, journal.
Day 26
Dear journal,
I have…
I can't…
I must …
...must write it down. Oh Notch. Oh my god. I...I...CAN'T describe what I've seen. But I must. I was exploring that last branch. It went straight down, with no asymmetry whatsoever. That should've been enough warning. But I continued to venture down. Suddenly … Suddenly the tunnel was cut off by a wall of cobblestone, mossy and normal. I...I don't know, I thought it was a dungeon or something. I tried to hear what kind of Mob was in it, but there was no sound. I made a hole in it, but the dungeon was empty. No chest, no Mob, despite the fact that it was pitch black in there. I went inside, looked a bit around and the I left again. But just as I was at the entrance I made, I looked back. I still wish I've never done this. The
(A/N: the following sentences are too hastily scribbled down and too burnt to decipher them, only a few certain words could be extracted from the mishmash)
eyes
Image burned into my brain,can't forget
hateful gaze that
behind me, it
(A/N: After that the entry ends and goes back to normal)
Day 26 27
Dear journal,
I just woke up next to the desk. Cat's tail tickled my nose. I'm glad that she's alright, I forgot if I took her with me or not. I've read through the previous entry and came to the conclusion that I must've fallen asleep without noticing. I can't blame myself for it. I ran all the way back home without stopping. Won't go into that biome. Never. Again. Not even go near it. Maybe it was just a illusion Never. I'm running out of coal I can live without the minerals. I still have lots of wood. Just don't go to this monster cave. It's morning right now, but I'm still incredibly tired. I'll just step out of this armor and then fall into my bed. Good nigh- morning.
Day 28
Dear journal,
I feel better now. Not quite perfect, but alright. I was near getting a blackout yesterday. Now that I've slept through an entire day, the black cloud that clogged my brain has vanished. To be honest, I actually don't remember what exactly I've seen, nothing but a feeling of sheer horror. And for some reason, my writing becomes unreadable at that point. I once heard that when somebody experiences an especially traumatizing event, the consciousness wipes every memory about it away. I only know that I don't want to go back there.
…
Now that I think about it, maybe the wall of stone was there for a reason.
Maybe someone tried to seal this...thing...away. I remember my client mentioning a settler who had lived here long ago. It's said that he died in a Creeper explosion, since his house was practically a ruin when they discovered it.
That would mean that I've unleashed a demon on the world.
Well done, man. Well done. Let's hope that my theory is wrong.
The sun is currently about to come up. I'll stop writing now, my animals seem to be quite hungry. And then I'll take care of my crops, they're already ripe again. And then...fishing. Yeah, fishing. Or maybe drawing. There were some sheep...my house could really need a carpet...tomorrow maybe.
Day 29
Dear journal,
everything seems to get back to normal. After doing my work, I've spent the rest of the day fishing, just like planned. I had to do that anyway, seeing as Cat refuses to eat anything besides fish. Meh. Today I tried to get the right color for the carpet. I've been experimenting with various colors. Inksack for black, bonemeal for white, tulips for yellow, roses for red, the lapis for blue...the only color I'm missing is green, but there are no deserts around. I can still mix yellow and blue. Now I just have to choose. Cat has a liking of the color green, I think. So the color will be a light green. Tomorrow I'll get the wool.
Day 30
Dear journal,
I've just noticed that it's one month ago since I've settled here! That must be celebrated! I'll just get the wool tomorrow, today I'll bake a cake! And all my pets get an extra potion of food.
Day 31
Dear journal,
yesterday was wonderful! The cake was delicious! Cat got a potion of it, too and she actually ate it.
…
I think it would've been funnier if there was somebody else I could share my joy with.
…
Somebody human, I mean. It's kind of lonely. I'm still happy that I have Cat, she's very smart.
Day 32
Dear journal,
destiny seems to hate me. Remember how I said that I'd like some human companionship? Well, today I found some. I was collecting wool, just like I've planned it since 29. I was just done with shearing the sheep and decided to wait a bit until they've regrown their wool, since I didn't have enough for a carpet. So I was standing there, pretty bored and annoyed by the constant 'baaah's as my eyes looked over to the single hill next to me.
I've already mentioned that my house stands in a wide plain biome.
(A/N: The previous sentence relates to information that doesn't exist, but was most likely subject in one of the burnt entries.)
There was a pumpkin on the ground. Don't get me wrong there's nothing strange about a plant, but what made me curious was, that it wasn't there before. I approached it and suddenly it started to
…
It sounds crazy, but that pumpkin started to move. It shifted a bit backwards. Intrigued, I slowly came nearer. The pumpkin lifted itself in the air, towering on a pillar of dirt that rose from the ground.
It was only then that I noticed that the pumpkin wasn't just a plant, but that there was someone wearing it, like a helmet. What I've thought of as a moving pile of dirt was actually a very good camouflage, even better than the one of a Creeper. The person is hard to describe, but I'll try anyway.
It was a man, I could see that from the body shape. His face was concealed by the pumpkin, even the holes for the eyes and the large toothy mouth he had carved in it showed nothing but blackness. He had a hood pulled over the mask and wore a jacket, trousers and brown shoes, blending in perfectly with his surroundings.
He stood there, in a defensive position. I tried to get closer, telling him that I'm a friend and don't want to hurt him, but he didn't listed and just took a few steps back, then abruptly turned left and ran into the forest.
…
I don't know his name, but I'll call him Toothy from now on, because of the sharp fangs carved in his helmet.
…
My client didn't say anything about someone living here. Maybe there's a yet unknown village at the other side of the forest and...Toothy...is one of its inhabitants. I don't think I'll try to find them. They could view it as an attack. I'll just wait.
Day 33
Dear journal,
no sign of Toothy today. It makes me a bit sad. After all, he's the first human I've met here. Anyway, I've finished the carpet today. Cat likes it a lot. She keeps rolling around on it. It's adorable!
…
I am a bit uncertain about what to do now. The forest bemuses me. I haven't explored it yet, because I wanted to make myself a comfortable home first. Now, with Toothy's appearance, I'm not sure if entering his...home, territory, whatever you want to call it, is such a good idea.
Day 34
Dear journal,
it's settled. I'm
(A/N: The next pages are missing, most likely due to the fire turning it into ash. According to various sentences dropped throughout the journal, the writer apparently decided to map the environment and, when the journal continues, was done with the plains and half of the forest.)
Day 39
Dear journal,
The forest turned out to be bigger than expected. As said in the last entry, I camped in it in order to continue working as quick as possible. The trees make me feel...uneasy, to say the least.
I feel watched.
I don't like it, I don't know how Toothy could possible live in here. Well, everyone has their own taste.
…
Talking about Toothy, I saw him today. I must say, he's a sneaky person, I should rename him to Creepy. I was just trying to determine my exact position, turned around and...well, there he stood. Around ten meters, watching me. After a minute or so he cocked his head in a way I could only decipher as curiosity. His unusual helmet and eerie silence really creeps me out.
I tried to talk with him, but he doesn't respond. After a certain amount of time he proceed to take something from his pocket, but abruptly looked to the left (right for me) and froze, as if he heard something. The short meeting ended exactly like the last one, Toothy ran away. But this time I wouldn't let him flee.
Toothy is quite fast and seems to have a lot of stamina, I eventually lost track of him. To add insult to injury, I also got lost, so I have to spend a second night in this accursed forest. I'm starting to get worried about Cat.
I just heard something! It's midnight, but
…
Oh god, it's Cat!
Day 40
Dear journal,
after hearing the loud meowing of my companion, I immediately ran back. I've run half of the way as her...screeches, for the lack of a better word, abruptly cut off. At this point I sprinted so fast that I was about to collapse there and then. Then I arrived at the house.
The door hung only loosely in its hinges and crashed down when I approached it.
Someone must've broken in.
That was my first thought and it was proven true when I saw the remains of a plant pot on the floor. I walked around, sword unsheathed and called out for Cat, but no response came. Then I entered the living room, the one with
…
I see Toothy sitting on a branch. He's watching me from the edge of the forest as I write this.
…
The one with the carpet. The sight of it... it... The picture is burned into the back of my skull, I see it every time I close my eyes. Cat. She lied on the floor. The house was dark, but I could still see the stains on the wool. I placed my torch to get a better view.
Cat
…
my dear Cat
…
Her head...had been severed off her body. Blood was spilled all over the room.
I don't know how long I sat there. The sun rose and casted everything in a soft orange, almost emphasizing the crimson fluid. I covered her in the carpet and buried her behind the house.
…
She loved that carpet.
…
I returned and it was only then that I saw that Cats blood had been used to write a message in the wall.
FOUND YOU
That's what stood there.
I spent the rest of the day washing it off the stone.
Now I sit here and try to find out who could've done such a thing.
Toothy is the only person here besides me, but for some reason I doubt that it was him.
It was the monster.
It broke in and searched for me.
It wants me.
It knows where I live.
I don't know who it was.
I'll repair the door now. There are still the night dwellers.
…
Toothy left. He jumped off the branch and walked away. That's good, I don't like it if someone watches me when I sleep.
Day 41
Dear journal,
Last night was horrible. I kept having nightmares.
…
I still can't believe that Cat is gone now.
…
Don't know what to do.
Day 45 46
Dear journal,
I feel better now. It still hurts that Cat will never wake me up.
Ever since Cats death I noticed Toothy watching me more frequently. From behind a tree, in the grass, but always a good distance away.
He seems to know something.
Or he just likes to stalk.
Either way, I decided to have a serious talk with him.
The next time I saw him – at the forest again - I approached him, slowly, but surely. At first it seemed like he would flee again, but then he pulled a dagger from his sleeve. I stopped, unsure if he would attack me with it.
But instead he carved something in the tree next to him, then ran away. Once more.
don't tuRn aroUnd or it fiNds you
Despite the slightly disturbing message, it amuses me that Toothy has seemingly no sense of capitalization.
I'm sure now, he knows something.
Something that wasn't supposed to be known.
Day 49 50 48
Dear journal,
the nightmares get worse. The only thing that calms me, now that Cat's gone, is the forest. I found myself to enjoy walking between these long, spindly plants. Even the feeling of being watched can't get me away from it. Whenever I enter the woods, I can be certain that Toothy's somewhere behind me. For some reason he tried to backstab me today. I dodged his dagger, but he escaped after a short fight. I don't know why he's so hostile...
Day 49
Dear journal,
I'm sure now. There's something following me. I saw IT today. IT's always behind me. I know it. IT's everywhere. Its eyes, especially its eyes. And Toothy
…
he waits for me to come to the forest, I see him sitting at his usual place. But he won't get me there. No one will. I won't leave my house anymore.
Day 51
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Who cares?!
Someone, anyone who reads this, please, I beg you: LEAVE THIS PLACE.
Just leave.
Do not investigate.
If you see a person with a pumpkin on its head, don't follow it.
If you see a wall of cobblestone, don't break it.
Don't turn around.
It's near, Notch help me. I can hear it, it scratches on the iron door. Whoever reads this, I beg you: Just l
(A/N: the following sentence abruptly cuts off. The rest of the page is splattered with blood. The entry continues in a different writing style on the next page.)
LEAVE.
AND DON'T ENTER THE FOREST.
YOU READ THIS?
DO. NOT. ENTER.
YOU WILL REGRET.
DON'T TURN AROUND.
DON'T LOOK AROUND.
RUN.
OR IT WILL FIND YOU.
End of journal
He frowned and closed the half-burned journal, then placed it on top of a scorched stone. It's been a long time since he wrote with a pen and his style was a wild scribble in comparison to the mans' flowing one.
Toothy.
No one ever called him like that.
He actually never had a name to begin with.
He never had a name and he never talked. He wasn't even sure if he was able to speak. He touched the jagged line of teeth in his mask.
Toothy.
It was oddly fitting, though.
A sound behind him catched his attention.
He turned around, although he knew what he'd see.
IT stood in front of him, mocking him with IT's glowing eyes.
IT threw the unconscious man in front of him, like one would throw a bunch of clothes. A low chuckle was heard.
The words were harsh and foreign to him, but something in his mind clicked and translated them into his own language. He never spoke and thus didn't know how what it should sound like, but the language he used when writing or deciphering text was burned into his memory, almost as old as the instinct to survive.
Youlostonce...moreweakhumanwhen...doyoufinally...u nderstandyou're...nomatchfor...me...
Poor guy, he was badly bruised, bleeding from a deep wound in his arm. He bent down and gently pulled the man towards him, checking his physical state.
Weakhumanyou'll...alwaysloose...
A steady pulse stubbornly pressed the blood through his veins. Two of the ribs were broken. He needed immediate care.
Here'soneto...joinyourfruitless...efforts...
He remembered that something similar once happened to him. Although in his case it was three ribs and one arm. He shouldered the limp body without a word and trotted back to his makeshift home, the taunting words of IT still in his ear.
Admititweak...humannobodyescapes...meescapesthe... Enderman...
Now:
How many of of you expected Herobrine to be 'IT'?
*sees hands raised*
That was rhetorical.
Heh, the first time I wrote this, I actually thought that the plot with the Enderman was pretty obvious. Then I re-read it, noted the similarities and decided to delete a few sentences that may hint on it's existence.
Also, if you thought the climax came too quick, you're not the only one. I feel like that, too. But hey, cut me some slack, it's my first creepypasta ever. Like in, I haven't even tried to write one before. Also, OPEN ENDING YAY!
It leaves a lot of things open, like: Will our 'hero' die or survive? What will happen to the characters? What are Toothy's intentions? Who IS Toothy? (although you may have solved that one if you paid attention) And what about the Enderman?
So many questions and so few answers! *U*
And now I want YOU to write a sequel! In your OWN style with your OWN ending! Or not. Your mileage may vary.
Metric system anyone?
Or should I write one...pfft, no. *passes the torch*
Also, this story once had an alternative plot: About a small girl, a miner boy and his strange sister who performs dark arts, a ninja-like dude clad all in black, a red-headed lumberjack and, of course, Toothy (who should be revealed to be the strange sister) and the Enderman as her master. I even had a cover for it. But it was sort of lousy, so I dropped it. The plot, not the cover.
I got the idea for this from...well...You know that Endermen are, as stated by Notch, a mix between Slenderman and Weeping Angels. But I don't watch Dr. Who (because there's not such a thing as export for europe) so I'm basically left with the Slenderman.
Anyone who watches the Marble Hornets and even when you don't, if you're familiar with Slendy, might've heard of The Masked Man, short Masky (who recently got a friend called 'Hoodie') who occasionally pops up in the tape videos. Masky's true intentions, just like Toothy's, are a mystery. Some believe he works for the slender horror, some think that he tries to protect them from it. (He DID rescue them from dangerous situations, unintentionally or not.)
So basically, I thought to myself, if Endermen are an expy of Slenderman, who is the expy of Masky? Then it hit me: If Masky really IS a servant/proxy of Slenderman, It's obvious that he wouldn't attack him, right?
So: What renders an Enderman harmless when made eye-contact with?
The pumpkin!
And what is a pumpkin essentially more than a mask?
The Endermen don't attack you when you put it on, because they believe YOU SERVE them!
It makes sense! D:
So yep.
It's actually a Slender Creepypasta set in the Minecraft Verse. You know, one of the other titles for this was 'Slender Ender'... /shot
Long A/N is long.
R&R, MY FELLOW ENDERPROXIES!
PEACE AND BAI!
