Ender: A Minecraft Story

First Night

I sat on Steve's roof as the sun went down. Bored. Already. I didn't want to go too far from his house, because if I got lost I'd basically be dead.

I saw a fluffy white thing spawned a few meters away. I walked over to it. It looked up at me with pleading eyes.

"What?" I asked it. It didn't reply. "Can't you talk?" I urged. Still no reply. "How rude." I muttered, and walked away.

I started pacing around the house. I peered in the window and saw Steve sleeping peacefully in his bed. I want a bed. How do I get a bed?

For a second I thought about asking him, but decided against it, because he would probably get really mad if I woke him up.

Instead I took out my bow and started shooting at random targets. I shot at the fluffy thing, and there was a terrified "baaahh!" As I hit it in the head. I stared at it.

"What kinda sound was that?" I asked it. Again, it didn't reply. I sighed and walked away again. Suddenly there was a growl, and I turned around to see a weird green thing that kinda looked like Steve.

"Sup?" I said to it. It growled at me and started hitting me.

"What the heck?!" I yelled. I drew my sword and sliced it in half. It fell to the ground. Several more were spawning around me.

I took them all out, then ran towards Steve's house. I teleported onto the roof and stood there panting. What did I even do to those green things?!

I looked around and noticed a bunch of other monsters. There was another green thing, but this one made weird hissing sounds. Then there was a white thing, that looked like it was made of bones. There was also a black thing that had 8 glowing red eyes.

I took out my bow and started killing them off one by one.

Finally it turned to morning. I was running all over the roof, killing off all the creatures who were now on fire! Even worse!

Steve came out of the house. "Misty! Would you stop making all this racket?!" He scolded. Then he saw what I was doing.

He sighed. "Misty, you don't need to kill them all, they're going to die anyways! They burn in the sun."

"What's the sun?" I asked.

"That thing up there," he pointed up at the sky.

I looked up and was instantly blinded. "Ahh!" I screamed as I fell off the roof. "I hate the sun! It's horrible!"

"Dear god..." Mumbled Steve. He went back into his house.