The sun started coming up so we teleported into a cave. Scree began telling me why mobs hate players. "Long long ago, before there were players, we enderman were the crafters." He began. "It was an amazing time. Mobs ruled the Minecraft world. There was no killing because there was no one who needed to kill. There were portals to the nether all around. The nether mobs roamed our world and we were free to enter theirs."
"There were two rulers, the ender dragon and the wither. The ender dragon controlled the main world while the wither controlled the nether. In villages, mobs shared homes with villagers and iron golems didn't even exist. We mobs could stay in the sun and creepers didn't explode. Enderman were popular because we could grow crops, so absolutely nothing was killed, not even animals for food."
"Everything was perfect until he came along. The original player. He wore blue clothes and the name 'Steve' above his head. The mobs watched from a distance as he built a house. An enderman was the first mob to greet him. Instead of accepting the greeting, the player attacked the enderman and killed it. News of this attack spread all the way to the two rulers. Out of fear, the wither called all ghasts, zombie pigmen, blazes, magma cubes, and wither skeletons back into the nether and destroyed all the nether portals, sealing the nether off from the rest of the world."
"The player brought more players into our world and killings became more and more common. This drove some of the mobs to become completely hostile. The creepers ate gunpowder in the belief that they could get rid of the players by blowing themselves up near them. It was futile, since the players just respawned. The ender dragon decided he would try to reason with the players, but they refused to listen and attacked the ender dragon."
"The ender dragon was thrown into a rage greater than any other. In this rage, he retreated into his own realm which he called the end. He feared the players would want to be the only crafters, so he took as many of the endermen as he could with him into the end. Those left behind made an oath that they would only attack players if the player attacks first or if the player looked them in the eyes. This way, they would remember that the first killing was the players fault, not theirs."
"Ever since then, the players have been greedy tyrants, reigning over our world. We only hate them as much as they hate us."