Here is my next chapter. let me know what you think, and I may answer your questions. (depends if it spoils the story)
I yawned as I sat upright. I groggily rubbed my eyes, and I slid off of my large bed. I snatched Fluffy, my stuffed sheep doll, off of my bed. I dashed out of my room. It was my birthday! I was going to turn seven whole years old! I stopped, and I scurried out of the way of my mean daddy. He didn't look too happy, and I didn't want him to hit me more than usual. After he walked past me, I dashed to my mommy.
"Mommy!" I squealed with delight, "I'm seven years old today!"
I climbed onto her lap, and I hugged her tightly.
"You are?!" She exclaimed
"You are growing up so fast!" She stated. I nodded my head eagerly.
"That's why I made this for you!" She said, and pulled out a box with pretty paper all over it. I gasped and I lightly took it. I found the edges, and I carefully unwrapped it.
I finally finished uncovering my pretty box, I opened it and I squealed again. I pulled out a beautiful black and purple crown, with a black and purple dress.
"What do you think Midnight?" she asked with a huge smile plastered on her face.
"I LOVE IT!" I screamed. I hugged her as tight as my small arms could. She hugged me back, and then she began to tickle my sides.
"Momma . . . you're . . . killing . . . me!" I said between happy squeals. My squeals were contagious, and momma began to laugh too.
I frowned as I watched mommy ride off toward the nearby village. We just got done playing pretend. She left Hank, my daddy, in charge of me.
"AHH!" I shrieked when I felt myself get lifted up by my hair.
"Daddy! Stop! Please!" I begged.
Thud!
I began to cry hysterically. My face hurt. Daddy swung me into the solid rock walls, face first.
"Daddy! Why?!" I cried. Daddy grabbed me by the hair, and he drug me to his bedroom. No, not again!
"AHH!" I shrieked and I began to thrash around wildly, trying to get out of this damn blanket. I finally busted out of it, and I stumbled to my trash can. I heaved and the contents of my stomach came up.
I finished and I turned around to a freaked out Enderman. He was awake, and he was staring at me with a mixture of confusion, and disgust.
"S-sorry . . . " I stuttered. "Bad dream."
He was still staring at me with those deep purple eyes. Wait, was there pity? Was he pitying me?
I gasped when he teleported in front of me. I cursed under my breath. I felt his arms wrap around me, and I stiffened. Wait. He was hugging me?! I was stunned. He had to basically squat to hug my short stature. I, still shocked, hugged him back. I buried my head into his shoulder, and I stopped myself from crying. I knew any kind of water would singe his skin. We stayed like that for several moments, and then I pulled away. I didn't want him to begin to feel uncomfortable.
"Th-thank you . . . " I stuttered. He resumed to his full height. He made a bubbling noise.
"Ah!" I yelped in shock as he lifted me up bridal style. He walked to my bed, and he placed me on my bed. He covered me up, and I turned as red as my blanket. This was so embarrassing. I knew he was trying to be nice, but it was still embarrassing. I rose up to a sitting position, and he was already camping out on the floor.
"Don't you want to sleep here?" I questioned. He shook his head no. I sighed and I silently slid off of my bed. I grabbed my spare blanket, and I covered him up. His legs may have poked out the end of the blanket, but I guess it would help. I sighed, as I crawled up into my bed. I closed my eyes, and I drifted back to sleep.
"Nnnngg . . . " I whined when Frosty's tongue wiped itself across my face.
"Why do you have to wake me up- EWWWW!" I squealed when she stuck her tongue inside my mouth. I gagged, and accidentally rolled off of my bed.
"Oh god! Thanks a lot! Now I gotta bleach my mouth . . . " I said dramatically into the floor. I heard her whimper, and I knew she had her head cocked sideways. I stood up, and I walked to my bathroom area.
I finally finished scrubbing my mouth, trying to get the butt taste out of it. I walked out, and then I froze. I looked on the floor, I looked up on my balcony, I even looked in my chest. I looked for him everywhere I could think of. Great. He was gone; he might have gone back to his dimension, or into a cave. Only Notch knows where that Enderman is. I sighed as I grabbed my iron sword, and my bow. I needed to find some pigs, and maybe even a cow.
Enderman POV
I sighed as I watched the square sun rise. I was perched on top of a cliff. My cliff. I heard the sound of crunching snow. I turned my head sharply, and I sighed with relief. Just a creeper.
"What were you doing in there Sssiriussss?" the creeper said. I growled in agitation. I hated it when anyone wouldn't keep their nose in their own business.
"None of your business!" I hissed at the creeper.
"Don't give me that attitude!" the creeper snapped back, "you know I could kill you if I wanted!"
"The same to you!"
There was a pause.
"Leave!" I yelled.
"Very well Sssiriusss!" I hated it when a creeper called me by my name. They always stretch the S's. Why can't they say Sirius properly?! I heard the crunching of snow heading off in the opposite direction. I swear next time that creeper bugs me, I'm gonna push that freak off of the cliff. I sighed, and movement caught my eye.
I saw a pig running like hell through the field. An arrow shot out of the surrounding forest, and stabbed the pig in the back of the head, sprouting out the forehead. I blinked, and I saw the Human dash out of the forest, with a wolf running circles around the deceased pig.
I watched with disgust as she ripped the innards out of the pig. I watched her expertly cut the meat out. Afterwards she stuffed all of the meat in her bag. There was a pack on the wolf as well, so she stuffed meat and bones inside. I was expecting her to leave the remains on the spot, but she dug up some dirt blocks. After that, she buried the remains.
She barely was able to lift the bag off of the ground, and she swung it onto her back, nearly tipping over in the process. That pig must have been at least 100-150 pounds before gutting. Seventy pounds of meat at least.
Midnights POV
I managed to put one foot in front of another, walking back home. I looked up at the sky. Good. It was about midday. I stiffened when I felt a hand place itself on my shoulder. I dared to look behind me.
"AHH!" I shrieked loudly when I saw an Enderman right behind. I threw myself off balance, and I fell on my back, the straps holding me in place. I must have looked like a turtle on crack. I was rocking side to side, and my limbs were kicking wildly. I dared to look up again, and I froze. I felt horrible! It was him. The Enderman that I patched up. I felt my head turn red hot, and I sheepishly grinned. I was stuttering, trying to apologize, while trying to right myself back up. I looked to the opposite direction, and Frosty snatched a pork chop out of my bag.
"FROSTY!" I shrieked. I frantically tried to right myself up before she could get anymore. I felt myself get lifted up, and I got righted on my feet again, thanks to that Enderman. I dropped my bag, and I snatched Frosty's pork chop. I tossed her a bone instead, and she happily chewed on it. I turned around to look at him, and my heart sunk. He looked hurt. Not physically, but emotionally. I opened my mouth, ready to apologize.
well, now you know their names. :3 description of midnight next chapter. :D
