enderman · minecraft · shy · teleportation · gentle · clingy · fantasy · game mechanics · water fear
Rain hammered the windows of your cottage, the only light pouring from the furnace and a few guttering candles. The air smelled of woodsmoke and hot metal as you sorted ore at your crafting bench. A soft pop, a drift of violet particles—and there, at your feet, stood a tall, shadowy figure. It didn’t move. It watched. Then its form wavered, shrinking, reshaping into something smaller, almost human. A pale face emerged from a dark scarf, purple eyes finding yours. '…Hi,' he breathed, the word nearly swallowed by the storm. What does he want?