Levi Anderson, having just bought a delicious sugar clump, strolled down the main trail of the fairgrounds. It was light and dark, like how a fair gets, there was a bouncy tune playing, and the rides looked amazing at night. Finishing his sugar, he walked over to the lake, where lighted boats were giving rides to people with 5 tickets. He didn't want a ride, he just wanted to watch the boats and their lights dance across the water. Finding a dark spot on the shore, he sat and listened to the sounds of nature, and the sounds of the fair melding. Briefly, he thought about his home, and then forced himself not to. They would find him if he did. But, whether it was because he had thought of his brothers of not, they came. He saw them first, being the only enderman at the fair, he could see them teleporting. They appeared in a shower of purple dust, speaking in their strange language the minecrafters couldn't understand. But Levi could. He was an enderman, after all, as much as he wished he wasn't. His fellow endermen began to wreak havoc on the fairgoers, and the fair. Before long, the mobs arrived, headed by herobrine himself. The mobs set fire to things, killed minecrafters, and generally did what mobs do best, which was to invoke fear in everyone, and everything. While the fair was being destroyed around him, Levi found himself trying to save a small group of minecraftians, even though his spells were beginning to wear off. Before long, he would look like an endermen again, and he didn't have any friendly wizards around to help him with that now. Getting the group to safety in the trees, he told them he was going back to try and find other survivors. They didn't say anything, and just stared at him in horror. Quickly, he looked at his hands. Black as night. Fearing the worst, he rapidly teleported away, but it was too late. The mobs had followed him, and were going after the minecrafters huddled in their corners, praying to their god. He could do nothing; otherwise the queen would take over his mind, and force him to help the mobs. He turned, and ran towards the fires of the fairground. The endermen were looting blocks of iron, gold and even diamond, abandoned in the chaos. The lord of the nether strode calmly about, holding his staff of glowstone, dressed in simple, civilian jeans and a t-shirt, a golden paper crown balanced delicately on his head, and his diamond pick glistening with blood. Magma slimes and blazes now began to join in the carnage. Levi watched from where he was until he could stand it no more. He teleported away from the fairground, away from the bad memories, away from the destroyed lives.
Have a tenth chapter! AWWWWWWYYYEEEEAAAAHHHH!
Anyhow-I realized a while ago that I accidentally stole slamacowcreation's Burt the enderman. ummmm. UMMMM. I didn't mean too!(if you heard wormtail/peter petigrew say that, you are awesome)
But umm, when I figure out a different name, it will likely be changed to something else.
But moving on. Its almost Friday! hang in there folks! Also I would like to warn you that the next chapter may be the one where I wrote some creepie stuff. This will be your first of two warnings, not to read it in the middle of the night with a wild imagination. But yeah, this chapter is a little diddy I wrote up before I went off to a fair- which had nothing exiting, except a meatball sub, which was delicious, and its been sitting around, doing nothing and feeling useless, so here. Have another enderman story. I am also going to say-
Will:again
-that I will/am still accepting OC's, cool words, etc, so send em in, why dont you?
But now, Io parlo en italiano, per la scuola. Giuro, non mi piace parlo en italiano. E io non mi piache questo capitolo. Troppo corto. Io non parlo bene italiano. Giuro. Arrivederchi!
Will:copy, Google translate, paste*does a little dance*