–Go after Reuben

"I'm going after Reuben." Jesse said firmly.

"Oh?"

"He probably wandered off to find a snack and got lost in the process. I just need to find him and bring him back."

"Uh huh. Sure, you go on ahead. I'll stay here." The shrike said.

Taking in a deep breath, Jesse stepped out of the room. Immediately a wave of fear rippled down her spine, but she shrugged it off and pressed forward.

Jesse jogged while calling out Reuben's name frantically. By each passing minute, her cries became more desperate.

"Reuben! Reuuuuuben! Come out! It's not funny!"

After some time, it had gotten dark. The hallway was engulfed in darkness, with only glowstone lamps to guide her way. At night, the atmosphere was much more sinister.

Jesse tried calling out again, but her voice came out as dry rasps. It was then that she discovered that her throat was terribly parched after yelling so much. She desired to take a break and search for some water, but she wanted to find Reuben as quickly as possible so that she could return to the comfort of a safe, well-lit room. Eventually, Jesse's throat gave up on her, thus she sidetracked for a while to grab some water from the pantries.

Thankfully, Jesse had no trouble searching for a bottle of water. She chugged down the bottle's contents, enjoying how the cool liquid slid down her throat and relieved her thirst.

Knock.

Jesse jumped, nearly choking on her water. (Please let it be my imagination…)

Knock, knock, knock.

The bottle that she was holding slipped from her grasp, crashing onto the floor and spilling water all over. However, the mess that she made was the least of her concerns.

The knocking became more furious and came more frequently. Soon the entire room was filled with fierce knocking, giving Jesse a massive headache and a panic attack. She covered her ears in an attempt to block out the noise, but to no avail.

It was too much for Jesse to bear. She attempted to make a break for it-only to slip and fall on her bottom.

"Owww…"

Jesse slowly stood up, cringing as she felt her soaked skirt weighing her down. She had forgot about the puddle of water in front of her. How stupid.

"Tch."

Ignoring the voice, Jesse hobbled out of the pantry room and out to the hallways. With her throat in better condition, she called out for Reuben again.

"Oink!"

An excited gasp escaped Jesse's lips. "Reuben?"

"Oink!"

The sound was soft, but it was definitely the sound of a pig.

"Reuben! I'm coming! Just hang on!" Jesse yelled as she sprinted towards the direction of the sound. Reuben continued to cry out for his friend, and as his sounds grew louder, Jesse pushed herself to run faster.

Finally, at the end of a long hallway, Jesse could make out something tiny curled up into a ball. Upon further inspection the tiny thing was pink, and that meant it was no other than…

"Reuben!" Jesse cried out in relief as she made a mad dash towards her pig, when all of a sudden, a sharp screech resounded and a tall, stick figure teleported right in front of her path. To Jesse's horror, it was an enderman.

Instinctively, Jesse bowed her head and shielded her eyes with her hands. She backed away slowly, and then she noticed from the position of the enderman's feet, it was facing the other direction.

Reuben tilted his head up. When he saw his friend, he squealed in joy and dashed towards her.

It might have been a case of the enderman mistaking Reuben's actions as an act of aggression against it, as the mob let out another one of its ear-splitting screeches and grabbed Reuben with its bony arms.

Reuben squealed in fright as he tried to wriggle out of the enderman's grasp, but this provoked it more and it tightened its hold onto the piglet.

Jesse watched through the gaps from her fingers. She wanted to stop the hostile mob, but how? She was unarmed, and even if she had weapon, she would most likely lose the fight and get killed in the process.

The enderman brought Reuben towards its face. It was silent for a while before it let out a screech of absolute pain and agony.

What happened next would always remain in Jesse's mind for the rest of her life.

The enderman raised its right arm and brought its sharp fingers down onto the piglet. Reuben let out a bloodcurdling scream as the enderman started to dig its fingers into his flesh.

Jesse's eyes widened in pure terror as a scream escaped her throat. No test or exam had prepared her for this situation. All she could do was cower and hyperventilate as she watched her dear pig get ripped apart.

There was another pained scream, and the enderman's raised its right arm, supposedly tearing away a part of Reuben. Crimson blood spilled onto the floor, along with droplets of blood that dripped from the enderman's hand. Something round was being held between the enderman's bony fingers, and letting out a sound that mimicked a giggle, it crushed the fragile round item.

The enderman carelessly dropped Reuben and teleported away, leaving faint specks of purple mist in its wake.

Jesse gingerly lowered her hands, preparing for whatever sight she would see.

Reuben lay sprawled in a pool of his own blood mixed with an unknown purple fluid, his breathing deathly shallow. A number of cuts and wounds adorned his body, but those injuries were nothing.

His left eye socket was empty, and blood poured out from the wound like a waterfall.

Jesse's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, and tears streamed down her eyes. She was too shocked to even scream.

"Aahh… hahh…"

Jesse hesitantly bent down and reached out towards Reuben's carcass. It was so cold.

"I-I… I'm…"

She tried wiping the blood off Reuben's face using her hands, but not only was it unsuccessful, it caused her hands to be thoroughly soaked with red fluid.

"...s-sor…y… I couldn't… s-s-save you…"

In absolute defeat, Jesse plonked herself next to the corpse, not caring about her skirt being stained with blood. Her hand rested against Reuben's icy cold face, staring into his good eye which was was wide open and bloodshot.

If only she did something, anything! Why did she stand there like a complete idiot? A lot of if only scenarios flooded her mind, filling her to the brim with pure guilt.

There was a note sticking onto the wall, soaked in the same purple fluid that was mixed with Reuben's blood. The words were written in bright red ink… or was it blood?

PIGGY GO SPLAT!

~WRONG END~

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Well, since I know that everyone will choose this option, I had to add the twist. Sorry if I attacked your feels.

Wait why the fack am I apologizing this story is meant to be filled with feels.